Last Sunday we took a family trip out to the Edmonton Corn Maze west of the city. The dog even came along, even though she wasn’t quite sure what to make of being “lost” in the corn (which is a lot more imposing when you’re only two feet tall, I imagine.) I took a gazillion photos and wrote a short little blog post that you should check out about the little afternoon adventure: that post has a fuller re-telling and links to the full gallery of our photos, too. I’ve been trying to write down and share more of these little stories lately because …well, you know those sayings about time passing too quick, and kids growing up so fast. Have you been lost in the corn this year?
We got lost in the corn this past Sunday. Again. For about an hour… it’s all good.
Every year for the past few we’ve tried to find ourselves wandering aimlessly through at least one corn maze in the late summer or fall.
I’ll won’t claim it was my idea: one of the ladies I was running with on Sunday morning mentioned that she was thinking about taking her own family.
Ding. Great idea.
I had my coffee with the gang, went home, showered, gathered up all my camera equipment, and we set off to the little farm just west of the City where they annually turn their corn field into a carefully plotted labyrinth of maize.
It was even pet-friendly this year, meaning Sparkle got to bundle up and navigate the corn with her owners in tow. If dog’s could talk… let me tell you.
But it was pretty late in the season, even for a corn maze. The crop had ripened and most everything was a lot more brown that I’ve seen in previous years.
The maze was also getting to the end of its short life: lots of “cheats” trampled through the walls, so you’d see off in the distance where you were supposed to go — across a span of obviously-stomped corn where you were not supposed to go. We did the whole thing sans cheating. I mean, what’s the point, right?
In the end: 55 minutes and lots of fun with Claire and the dog doing most of the hard path-finding work. I just leaned back and took lots of photos.
You can check out the 59 newly uploaded photos in my Epic Photo Gallery in the album Corn Maize 2013 for even more lost-in-the-corny shots.
September (and the labour day long weekend) arrived and we found ourselves making the six hour drive North to Grande Prairie, Alberta for some family-related adventures. As it turns out, last month Karin’s grandfather hit one of those epic age-link milestones that too many of us will be lucky to reach, his ninetieth birthday. And as would be appropriate, we all took a few days out of our busy lives to converge on him and throw him a party.
Driving, Driving, Driving
Of course, we’re not exactly going to make six hour (each way) drive as a day trip. So we made a weekend out of it. We left the dog at the kennel, packed up the car, and drove. The endurance of a soon-to-be-five-year-old showed its limits: one would think that a fresh pack of crayons, numerous story books, a fully-charged iPod touch loaded with music and games, and the attention of at least one of her parents would be enough. But, alas: even the most epic of mobile entertainment suites is not a match for an impatient kid.
Children of the Corn
Saturday, with some time to kill (and only so many hours to be tolerated in the hotel swimming pool) we ventured a little North of town and paid our shekels for the grand fun of exploring a good old fashioned corn maze. Alas, a GPS is near useless in such a situation, and two hours of wandering through the shadows of eight-foot stalks, chasing children through the same, and — in an effort to keep seven people together — shouting countless echos of Marco-Polo, we managed to first enter through maze one entrance and leave through maze two exit — stop for a picnic — then go back into maze two entrance and leave through maze one entrance. Something was brokez.
I woke up early Sunday morning and tried to keep up with my running schedule. Despite a bunch of prep, I managed to get tangled up in the Grande Prairie trail system and cut my (planned) ten klick run a few klicks short. I made up for the deficit with about four hours of swimming and chasing the kids through the water.
The Video and No Hotel Internets
And you just know that Karin and I never get invited to anything with being delegated the resident techies. This means, of course, we got the job of compiling and showing the birthday slide show — ultimately Karin mixing up an epic generation spanning multimedia video that impressed everyone. It didn’t go without a hitch, though: the hotel internet was an epic fail all weekend which didn’t help when we needed to find an alternate display method at the last minute, and I found myself driving around town on Sunday morning locating cables and blank DVDs to speed in the effort.
But in the end… a simple but happy family party: and it was all worth it as the birthday boy had a great day. So, what else could be asked.