Yeah, we went to Halloweentown.

Yeah, we went to Halloweentown.

The eve of ghouls is upon us... The election that is. But Halloween is even closer! Last weekend, the Smithson kids got to fulfill one of our childhood dreams. We were transported (thanks Dad and Ty for driving) to a magical land, where.... 

For anyone who doesn't have their Halloweentown knowledge on point, Halloweentown was a series of Disney original movies where Marnie (above) and her own younger siblings go to visit their grandma in a magical land where everyone is basically a living Halloween costume. 

In the mortal world (or is it?), Halloweentown is actually St. Helens, Oregon, a small former timber community that faces Mount St. Helens. Or as my boyfriend Sean, who likes me enough to tag along on weird adventures even though he thought we were going to a recreation of the Nightmare Before Christmas, put it, "it's another tiny, shitty Oregon town to check off of my list." He grew up here for his whole life, so he has more than earned the right to say that. 

The internet has been shitting itself about Halloweentown for approximately two years. It did make me giddy to see the actual steps where Kalabar declared his evil plan, the Polar Bear statue from the Abdominable Snowman Ice Cream Shop and Benny the skeleton driver's cab. But at it's core the Spirit of Halloweentown Festival was a quaint small-town effort to preserve what many view as pure '90s Disney original movie magic. For that, St. Helens, I thank you, but I would say don't blow your travel budget just for this. Enjoy our state's legal marijuana while you do it too!