getting lost in the corn maze is the whole point, right?
Right. And that's why they give you a "map" so that you don't think you can get lost too much but still have the thrill of getting lost. This corn maze was spread over 8 acres of corn and the owner said that if we ended up in each dead end we would walk over 2 1/2 miles.
It all started out pleasant enough. My little child of the corn was so impatient and insistent on walking through the corn maze. We had time to waste before our dinner plans and so we took off in the short little rows of corn.
I'd never noticed this sort of color in corn stalks before. She was picking up corn husks and hair declaring them for craft projects back home in the city. D led us to one or two dead ends and we laughed it off.
But then the corn rows started to get taller and voices of other families in the maze become more distant yet decidedly more frustrated as they encountered dead end after dead end. D insisted that we not cheat and asked me to hand over the map. I kept thinking "teams must now make their way through the maze in order to reach the final leg of this race." You know? From back in the days of the Amazing Race?
The Lotus Bud got tired and suddenly she didn't want to do this corn maze anymore. Not knowing how much further we had to go, neither one of us parents wanted to give into her demands of being carried the rest of the way. All the collected corn husk and corn hair got discarded in a grouchy huff.
Slowly but surely we made our way around the little pond. At this point I was desperately trying to keep landscape markers in sight just to feel assured that we were making progress. But the corn kept getting taller and the maze become frightful in a delightful way.
Not to mention more beautiful with every new row. The sun was making it's way down the sky.
The temps got just slightly more chilly. The tall rows of corn kept the wind away from us.
The photo above and below is one taken from looking straight up. Yes, I'm short but my goodness, this corn was tall. The other families passed us by (with a little cheating) and we all felt relief when one or the other shouted back that they had found the exit.
And eventually so did we. For the record, she didn't climb on daddy's back until after we went through the exit.
How surprising it was to realize we had only been in the maze for about 40 minutes. We worked up a decent hunger for an early dinner.
We made a good team. And that afternoon we all won!