See my daughter in front? This was her reaction when we exited the corn maze. Let's back track just a bit . . . .
My daughter-in-law Michelle is wonderful in trying to get all of us together so the grandchildren can play and make memories. Her suggestion for Saturday was going to a farm. This particular one had a great pumpkin patch where the little ones picked their very own pumpkin. Then we went on a 30-minute wagon ride all over the huge property of the farm. Then we headed to the corn maze. (insert music from "JAWS")
At this farm there are two mazes: (1) for children, called the Mini-Maze and (2) a much larger and difficult maze for adults and older children. Well, the Rucker clan inadvertently entered the wrong maze. Mind you, we had six grandchildren (from ages 5 down to 19 months) and 7 adults (Andrea was in Canada helping with a baby shower).
When we entered what we thought was the Mini-Maze, we were all laughing and having a great time. We'd walk in different directions and then meet up around the bend. So fun. We all stayed together - trying to keep the little ones corralled. After about 10 minutes, all the adults verbalized that this probably was NOT the Mini-Maze. Hmmmmmm. This was a nice, huge maze; the corn stalks were at least 9 feet tall. The paths were well marked with fencing material staked along the path to keep everyone on the path. At that point we were the only one in this maze or at least we didn't see anyone for a long time. We feverishly tried to get out of this maze and for a long time. We soon realized that we were lost. Seriously. We didn't have a clue in which direction we entered, nor in which direction the farm was; we only saw beautiful blue sky above us and cranky kids below us. The three oldest grands (5, almost 5 and 3 1/2) were astute enough to know something was wrong. Two were worried and one was squalling!! All of us were hot, tired, thirsty and hungry. This is about the time that Abby's husband Matt went off in a different direction from the others. Abby was afraid she'd never see him again. We also met up with a family and their two teenagers. They, too, were frustrated and lost. Throughout the maze we saw signs with numbers. As we were discussing our options, we noticed the sign #8. My sweet DIL Michelle did what any modern-day young mother would do - she got on her cell phone and called the farm's office for help!!! Michelle told the office that we were lost and were standing at sign 8. At first our men thought it was ridiculous to ask for help, but they soon realized (when they kept walking in circles) that we needed help and NOW. Soon this wonderful man from the farm came and saved us. However, as we followed him for what seemed 10 minutes, he made at least 2 wrong turns! I'm telling you, this maze was a bugger!!! (I kept looking around for dead bodies.) At the end, we finally saw Matt coming to meet us. He chose not to re-enter the maze for fear he'd get lost and never see his family again HAHA.
Now we can laugh about it. Afterwards, we found a wonderful, shady spot on a hill to have our picnic lunch. The grands enjoyed playing in the shade after they ate. We enjoyed sitting down and laughing about our corn maze fiasco! Memories were made for sure yesterday!!!
One more picture of exiting the maze:
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