Marini Corn Maze 2009
Moira and I decided to ring in the fall season with a trip through the corn maze at Marini's.
There are 2 things you don't want to discover after you are a decent way into a corn maze.
1) That you are, in fact, allergic to corn stalks, and they cause an irritating itchy feeling all over your legs.
2) That your 3-year-old doesn't appreciate walking through corn. "Mom, stop pushing me into the corn. I just don't want to be in the corn." (I ended up doing a substantial portion of the maze with a 35-lb child on my back. Quite fun at 4 1/2 months pregnant in 78° heat.)
Actually, we had a really fun time in the maze. One of the more fun aspects was running into the same five other people who were also lost in the maze and exchanging information and commiserating with them. One poor guy was about to buy our extra juice box off of us. I don't know how long he had been in there. He looked hot and exhausted. It took the two of us 2 hours to get through, and in the end we never made it out. We had to go back through the entrance.
Child of the Corn:
Moira holding the little emergency "Get Us The Hell Out Of Here" signal flag which we were provided with at the start of the maze:
Moira, still fresh at the beginning:
The maze is color-coded, with different colored plastic tape marking the maze's different major sections. Ideally, once you enter a new color, you know you've advanced or made it through a section. Moira and I never did find the orange section. We were stuck in the white part for about 45 minutes. And then we reached blue. And the mud puddle. My shoe came off in the mud.
The after photo:
This nice guy and his daughter witnessed the whole thing. The girl (probably around age 10) was trying not to laugh at me. "Just laugh," I told her. "Laugh. It's fine."
The anthropormorphic corn wearing the sunglasses mocked me through pretty much the whole thing:
We tagged along with the guy and his daughter (or they tagged along with us, depending on how you look at it), through much of the rest of the maze, because they were also just trying to get out at that point. Then, once we finally did get out (through the entrance), the maze people were like, "TRY OUR OTHER MAZE RIGHT OVER HERE!" I was like "NOOOOO," Moira was like "YESSSS", so we went. This maze told our fortunes, after we marked our fingers different colors at five different color stations throughout.
My fortune told me that I would "grow old gracefully." Moira ended up getting one about pushing on through adversity.
Later, we bought some fresh sweet corn, homemade chicken pie, veggies, and lemonade. Moira went through ANOTHER maze (for little kids) in the greenhouse:
I sat and watched, with my lemonade. Afterward, a kind cyclist offered to take our pictures together in front of this thing:
(Later, I believe they plan to strap Nicholas Cage to it and burn him alive.)
But, until the Great Conflagration, we can pose in front of it:
Moira posing in front of the inflatable pumpkin:
They seem to have some type of "flashlight maze" on Friday nights. Anyone up for that? It would probably involve Slipping and Falling in Mud, Potentially Getting Injured, and Allergic Reactions to Corn.
I'm down with it.
There are 2 things you don't want to discover after you are a decent way into a corn maze.
1) That you are, in fact, allergic to corn stalks, and they cause an irritating itchy feeling all over your legs.
2) That your 3-year-old doesn't appreciate walking through corn. "Mom, stop pushing me into the corn. I just don't want to be in the corn." (I ended up doing a substantial portion of the maze with a 35-lb child on my back. Quite fun at 4 1/2 months pregnant in 78° heat.)
Actually, we had a really fun time in the maze. One of the more fun aspects was running into the same five other people who were also lost in the maze and exchanging information and commiserating with them. One poor guy was about to buy our extra juice box off of us. I don't know how long he had been in there. He looked hot and exhausted. It took the two of us 2 hours to get through, and in the end we never made it out. We had to go back through the entrance.
Child of the Corn:
Moira holding the little emergency "Get Us The Hell Out Of Here" signal flag which we were provided with at the start of the maze:
Moira, still fresh at the beginning:
The maze is color-coded, with different colored plastic tape marking the maze's different major sections. Ideally, once you enter a new color, you know you've advanced or made it through a section. Moira and I never did find the orange section. We were stuck in the white part for about 45 minutes. And then we reached blue. And the mud puddle. My shoe came off in the mud.
The after photo:
This nice guy and his daughter witnessed the whole thing. The girl (probably around age 10) was trying not to laugh at me. "Just laugh," I told her. "Laugh. It's fine."
The anthropormorphic corn wearing the sunglasses mocked me through pretty much the whole thing:
We tagged along with the guy and his daughter (or they tagged along with us, depending on how you look at it), through much of the rest of the maze, because they were also just trying to get out at that point. Then, once we finally did get out (through the entrance), the maze people were like, "TRY OUR OTHER MAZE RIGHT OVER HERE!" I was like "NOOOOO," Moira was like "YESSSS", so we went. This maze told our fortunes, after we marked our fingers different colors at five different color stations throughout.
My fortune told me that I would "grow old gracefully." Moira ended up getting one about pushing on through adversity.
Later, we bought some fresh sweet corn, homemade chicken pie, veggies, and lemonade. Moira went through ANOTHER maze (for little kids) in the greenhouse:
I sat and watched, with my lemonade. Afterward, a kind cyclist offered to take our pictures together in front of this thing:
(Later, I believe they plan to strap Nicholas Cage to it and burn him alive.)
But, until the Great Conflagration, we can pose in front of it:
Moira posing in front of the inflatable pumpkin:
They seem to have some type of "flashlight maze" on Friday nights. Anyone up for that? It would probably involve Slipping and Falling in Mud, Potentially Getting Injured, and Allergic Reactions to Corn.
I'm down with it.