I like to think I have a good sense of direction. Certainly with my math background, you’d think finding my way around a maze via a map would be as easy as pi.
Obviously there was something wrong with the map! We’d spent our first 30 minutes getting nowhere but lost, no closer to exiting the 8-acre maze of corn than pi’s digits were to ever terminating. It was all so irrational!
Obviously there was something wrong with the map! We’d spent our first 30 minutes getting nowhere but lost, no closer to exiting the 8-acre maze of corn than pi’s digits were to ever terminating. It was all so irrational!
This is an afternoon of corny, family fun up close and personal.
Of course, it was a maze, Denver's Botanic Garden Corn Maze at Chatfield's in Littleton, a puzzle designed by the best with dead ends in mind. Given I'd visited Denver Botanic Garden's stellar Kizuna Exhibit earlier this summer, I was looking forward to the challenge of today's activities. Challenge was putting it mildly. Even with a map, the three dimensional component of weeding our way through eight acres of corn-fusing dead ends left us all feeling like mice without a hint of cheese to be found anywhere. This was no stroll in the park.
At least we didn't resort to calling 911 like the Massachusetts couple did last year when their experience with a maze left them completely dazed.
Our numbers (five adults and six kids) were making the going as crazed as the maze, not to mention all the jockeying among us for the lead position.
At least we didn't resort to calling 911 like the Massachusetts couple did last year when their experience with a maze left them completely dazed.
Our numbers (five adults and six kids) were making the going as crazed as the maze, not to mention all the jockeying among us for the lead position.
Shall we call the Corn Cops to come save us from ourselves?!
Think maze within a maze and you've got the picture.
This is creepy. I think somebody is 'stalking' us.
Sometimes the picture just went completely blank
Where did everybody go?
which was when I went completely nuts.
This is what insane fun looks like.
And then, a ray of hope; a bridge offering a bird's eye view of this mess of a maze,
Lots of foot traffic on the bridge.
our chance to find the Emerald City. Never mind we were all shaping up to be scarecrows without a brain.
We were all scratching our heads looking for a way out.
We'd burned through the 60 minutes of suggested time needed for the 'average' person to make their way through the maze, not to mention our patience. We'd lost three of the six kids five dead ends back when they'd decided to forge ahead without us. The only way out was looking more and more like the way in. Fortunately Jimmy had been eating and dropping popcorn the entire time.
As long as Jimmy has food, he's happy.
Perhaps, once again, if I'd done my homework (a recurring theme when it comes to travel preparations) we might have had a better chance of finding our way through Chatfield's Corn Maze. I guess I didn't study enough. What do you think?
I think this maze is insane; fun insane, but nonetheless, insane. Eventually we had to send in the Corn Cops to find our three children of the corn.
No fear on the faces of our little lost sheep sporting those grins.
Now, if we can just find our way home, I think some humble pie is in order.
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