Another Initech-free weekend. You’ll never believe this, but I actually had the opportunity to accept another job offer this week and I turned them down. I know, after all the complaining I do about Initech, you’d think I’d be willing to switch jobs for just about anything. And I am; this just just happened to be in the 0.1% of things I do not want to do. Ha. So for now I’ll be staying at Initech, chasing my dreams from a distance.
It’s autumn, though! Such a wonderful time of year! Pumpkin, apples, spices, cider. The crunching of leaves as you walk through your yard to retrieve your mail. Dense fog cover in the morning, hillsides that display God’s full Creation in a blaze of color and movement, the smell of wood fires starting to burn. And corn mazes!
As I told you in my previous post, the one and only “corn maze” I went to in my life was so lame a 6 year old could’ve figured it out. I’m 26, so….I figured it out in about 15 seconds. It was super lame, and I was super bummed I spent money trying to have fun at such a disappointing place. I swore next year it would be different.
We headed up to Mercer PA for a Cool Springs Corn Maze. The place was hopping: Mormons, youth groups, Brownies, Girl Scout Troops. We might have been the only non-family, non-group affiliated people wandering around. That’s kind of how we roll, though.
The entrance to the maze is marked with a large painted cutout of a train, much like the Hogwarts Express. If I had only brought my luggage cart, I would have charged full steam at the plywood. Alas, I forgot it at home with my owl and cauldron. But I’m going to be honest, I dunno why the entrance was marked that way.
Fun advice if you ever go to a corn maze: don’t let the 15 year old lead the group when she refuses to use the handy map they provided us. Taylor lead us all over the place, up on trail and down another. Heck, in some sections her and Matt created their own trails. It makes it really challenging to know where you’re at when you’re stomping through corn stalks trying to “find another path to try”. It was pretty bad.
Eventually, after emerging into a pumpkin patch and snatching a few pumpkins for the road (who has a pumpkin patch in a corn maze!?) we settled into our Dora-inspired roles wonderfully. Erika was our French-speaking Dora, Matt was lame-o Diego, Taylor was Boots, and I was Map, since I actually started using the map. We were very lost for awhile, which automatically meant we all had to suddenly pee, and then we found our trail and made it out to the end.
The end of the maze was a magical place full of pumpkin cannons, friendly goats, sewage slides, and free ice cream. Oh, and enough John Deere equipment to have me slightly confused as to what state we actually were still in. There was so much going on it actually took us awhile to get through everything. Guess it’s a good thing we weren’t lost in the maze longer, we might have missed the free ice cream. And who doesn’t love free ice cream?
In the end the day was about as silly as you can imagine. A little bit Amish, a lot a bit red neck, and a whole lot of climbing through grained plants looking for an exit. I’m not sure what human thought to originally cut paths through their corn crops and charge people a small admission to walk through it, but I must congratulate them, whoever they may be. It was a ridiculously fun time, and really, that’s all I want from my weekends!