Thursday, July 7, 2011
It Gets Better... then worse
I anticipated the Wedding rings, piles of gold, Kermit's Castle, and the dwarfs room. I got to be the annoying kid that knew the names of cave bacon, ceiling straws and the other formations.
Even happier, once again, I was the only one on the tour to correctly identify north in complete darkness. The children marveled that such a large series of caverns could exist underground and it was a wonderful hands on lesson on earthquakes as we could see the fault line overhead.
We left the cave happy but dirty and trekked to Pickle-ville Playhouse, a melodramatic theater I'd grown up hearing about, as a particularly stuck up girl in my high school class acted in it every year. But, no doubt about it, she was and still is the best high school actress I'd ever seen. Thus I was not as surprised as I might be about the quality of the talent and the production. I laughed at my little Sunshine dancing and guffawing more than I laughed at the REALLY corny jokes. I watched Ladybug who cracked the occasional rare smile when she thought I wasn't watching. Briz even laughed his head off. But Little Mother writhed and wriggled on my shoulder half the time with a toothache.
The reality was mind bogglingly incredible. Rows of RV's lined twenty feet apart. I am confused that people come out to the wilderness to lounge in the world's smallest pool, surf the net under the stars, hook up elaborate lighted flag displays and neon lighted rocks to lead to their entrance.