After what seemed like ten hours, SMM claimed that he was having fun but just wanted to get the fuck out of the maze. That pretty much sums up how we all felt. Really, it's fun at first, but then when you pass the same boxes and clues about 87 times, it wears you down. Not helpful were the folks who sit in the tower in the middle of the maze who play bad music and make unfunny jokes. Also not helpful are the folks on the bridge who congratulated us on finding the beginning of the maze when we tried backtracking and indeed found ourselves at the entrance (which is actually next to the exit, so we were so close yet so far). Then the folks in the middle asked everyone, I bet you're all looking for number four. Yes! Yes we were looking for number four. They said, Yup, that's the hardest one to find! Then they said nothing else. So instead of help, they were really rubbing in the fact that we couldn't get the fuck out.
Plus, part of the maze smelled like horses. Horses smell gross. We needed to find the end.
Somehow, as if they were touched by the maze gods, SMM went one way and AF and Eddie went the other, and they all came back with new information. SMM had found four and AF and Eddie had found the exit. I had found nothing and was standing there, sweaty and confused. BUT we quickly got stamp four and then quickly made our way out and avoided having to be interviewed by the woman on the bridge. Instead, we watched all the flags moving throughout the maze back and forth back and forth, lost and confused as we had been.
The rest of the farm was simple. Picked a pumpkin. Pet an alpaca. Left without having to deal with too many screaming children.
Live band at the casino! |
This year, we did not carve a pumpkin. Instead, we drew on it and glued things to it. Less mess. Still a great pumpkin.
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