And per teh linked article:
You enter at your own risk because there's no liability insurance. Everyone is welcome, and admission is free.
Part of the property is wooded and crisscrossed with dirt trails. The main pond has a "redneck waterslide" made from corrugated plastic tubing, and a zipline from a sand dune on the shore to a light post stuck on a tiny island in the middle of the pond.
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There's a field where he plans to plant a vegetable garden and orchard, and a playground area with swings and a climbing structure shaped like Noah's ark. At the top of it, dinosaurs share space on the ark with more traditional animals. The picnic area behind the Science Center has a fossil-themed sandbox.
Everyone should be just fine.
At any one time, Hovind says there are about 25 people living and working at Dinosaur Adventure Land
I wonder if he will pay his taxes this time, or is he not "employing" these workers this time round? Making everyone work for free and pay him rent?
At least he is making some money hawking his crap
The front room of the Science Center is lined with shelves displaying Hovind's DVDs and books, all available for purchase. It's one stream of revenue for Hovind and the park, along with donations and advertisements from his YouTube channel.
Is this his income, or his 501(c)(3) Is he paying any tax at all, living on the land, and running his "non-profit"?
In recent YouTube videos Hovind has asked his supporters to petition the White House for a presidential pardon for his tax convictions. There's a whole website about it, KentHovindIsInnocent.com.
Wonder if this will work out for him
Apparently he does have some jobs, but again are these "volunteer" or are they paying him to work?
These days, he and his supporters are building more housing for the volunteers who keep coming to Conecuh County.
And he's got jobs for them. At the moment he's looking for a farmer, a carpenter and a petting zoo director.
And then it ends with a lesson in safety:
The sun was out completely by the time the ATVs crested the tallest sand dune on the property. Hovind turned around, calling out over the roar of his four-wheeler to ask if everyone was OK with following him over the highest, steepest slope on the dunes. They were.
He revved his engine, thumbed the throttle and roared over the edge.
I don't know, I think he went over the edge years ago. How long before the next tax raid?