But that's not what I came to talk about today. Today I want to report that I've found the coolest state park name ever. Ladies and germs, I give you Cheesequake State Park.
Wow! What a pip! Who cares if the place is crummy, or falling apart, or infested with rabid animals? It's called CHEESEQUAKE! And the best part is that the official state website blithely keeps attention away from the kickass name, not even bothering to explain or justify it. Cheesequake just is, goshdarnit. Nobody's going ape over it, much like nobody's demanding explanations for Hacklebarney ("Other explinations[sic] come by way of the area’s iron-mining history. The first concerns an iron mine foreman named Barney Tracey, who was lovingly but persistently heckled by his workmen – hence the name “Heckle” Barney. Another tradition says the name came from the Irish miners and their home village in Cork County"), Double Trouble ("Originally a cranberry farm and packing plant, the former company town called Double Trouble is a window into past and current industries in the Pinelands") or Jenny Jump (no idea, but I bet there are some really cracking yarns about someone named Jenny jumping off the mountain.)
Except me, that is.