We ventured out on corn maze (a-maize-ing!) attempt number two of the season yesterday. Seven miles of maze on 22 acres! It was really fun, but with several caveats:
1) Scorching heat
2) Whiny, heavy short one
3) Farm sold out of maps
We wandered in enthusiastically. Our enthusiasm soon waned as we realized we were really just wandering around and was lost altogether when we realized everyone else had maps. The maze was impossible even with a map, so without one it wasn't even fun. We took a picture of someone else's map and zoomed around on the camera screen to navigate, but with the glare it was really hard to see. Nothing like throwing yourselves into a situation that involves dehydration coupled with difficult map reading and to help out your marriage.
4) Need for closure: not satisfied
There were 10 popsicle sticks of different colors hidden in stations around the maze. We found four before we had to bail out (although thankfully we did not need to enlist the help of the Corn Cops to escape). Even a day later I still have this nagging feeling...must...find...six more popsicle sticks.
Tossing Dylan into a giant pile of corn kernels at the end made up for some of this, as did the truly delicious cider and donuts. There were some creepy sullen teenagers lurking nearby half buried in the corn, which made it a little less fun except that I am willing to forgive a lot of creepy sullenness of anyone who comments repeatedly on how cute Dylan is.
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