Ed sneaks a pose with a column.

Checking out the reflections in Mirror Lake.

Ed finds Pluto's Ghost a bit haunting.

Hmmm...tent folds...camping...
Not here, Ed.

Again, Ed tries to put it in perspective.

Ed pitches his penny and makes a wish.

"But I like scrambled..."

"Where are we again?"

Ed tries to devise a way to depart with this 1892 Benz.

Even the mannequins are party poopers.

Ever wonder if there are bats in Ed's belfry?