We were fortunate enough to attend a field trip, our first with the homeschool co-op we've been attending monthly since September, to the Magnolia Corn Maze (link in the header above).
This is a picture heavy post. I decided to post one picture per station or activity that we participated in. . .but somehow I missed the pumpkin patch altogether. I guess we must've been tired at that point (we meaning Claire and myself; Coryn never flagged).
We arrived early because I almost always arrive early. . .like ridiculously early. Like, we are waiting for fifteen to twenty minutes for the next person to get there if we are lucky and the next person is early (though less so than we who are crazy early). It's partially a family habit (my family is always the first on the scene) and partially that, since I get lost easily around the Pensacola area, I always give myself at least a half hour leeway which I expect to spend arguing with the GPS unit in my car. . .and yes, the GPS unit and I argued a bit as always. It still insists that 69th is a through street when I have told it over and over again that 69th is a dead end. I think the tone of the GPS lady changes when I disregard her instructions to take a left onto 69th even though I've disregarded them every stinking time because it is IMPOSSIBLE to take a left onto 69th. There's a gosh-darn house in the way! It also took me on a weird route to get to the main road, but it does that most of the time. Normally I ignore that too, but since this was the first time I'd been to this particular location, I was following it to the letter, for the most part. About half way there, I realized that, yeah, I was going to be early, crazy early, crazy, stupid early, and stopped for gas (I wanted to stop for a coffee or something but this area of Florida/Alabama is significantly lacking in drive-thru establishments and I wasn't about to get Claire our of her car seat for anything short of our destination. It took me forever to figure out how to pump said gas. This BP Station had really old pumps and I'm an Oregonian, so I've pumped gas maybe a dozen times in my entire life. . .three of these times were in the last six months and the others were all when we were living in California almost 4 years ago now. . .dang, you know, I've probably pumped gas less than a dozen times in my life. I still hate doing it. I know everyone is laughing at me and I just want to point to my license plate and say, "Oregonian! Not my fault!"
So eventually we made it there with more than enough time to spare. Nursed Claire and went in. We'd paid ahead. We had special group rate so it was only $6 for me and $7.50 for Coryn (Coryn was more because her admission included a pumpkin), which, considering the amount of time we spent there that day, was a good deal. If you are in our area (we're in the Florida pan handle but the Corn Maze is in Alabama, which also meant I could add another state to my "states I've been to" list, nine total, if you count a layover in Atlanta as having been to Georgia), I'm not sure what regular admission is but they probably say on the website I linked above.
Finally the time crept from "ridiculously early" to "just a bit early" and people started to arrive. We sat on the picnic tables near the entry to wait for a few stragglers. I pointed over at a scarecrow decoration and asked Coryn if she knew what it was. She informed me, "Yes! Those come alive and get people!"
I explained that, no, that was only on Dr. Who, not in real life. I think she might've been mildly disappointed. I have managed to raise a child whose idea of fun is apparently fighting off animated scarecrows with a sonic screwdriver. I win!
The maze itself was made of living corn. This was actually my first corn maze as well, but I've heard a lot of them are made with dead and dried corn stalks. There was also an awesome bed of wildflowers growing all around the maze. Almost every flower had an insect on it, and when I say insect, I mean the awesome kind: butterfly, bumble bee, honey bee, and even some dragonflies. Later on one of the more rambunctious boys attempted to catch a bumble bee and ended up getting stung. I heard his mother ask him, "Well, what did you think was going to happen?"
|Coryn of the Corn|
|Claire was such a good baby|
|Coryn the Explorer|
The maze was shaped like the state of Alabama but I wouldn't have known that if they hadn't told me. It was just too big to get an idea of its shape from the ground. One of the other moms is married to a pilot and she mentioned that he'd actually seen it from the air and it is definitely shaped like Alabama. Inside there were stations named after different major Alabaman cities and signs showing the way. Some of these seemed to point to dead ends. We ended up finding five of the eight cities that were supposedly in there before ending up at the exit and just deciding we'd been in there long enough.
|One of the signs|
|She was very determined|
|The Corn Cannon|
|My girl is so tall|
|She was most excited for the petting zoo|
|they had a camel|
|but Coryn preferred the sheep|
|Pig racing. . .must be a southern thing.|
Coryn was a little disappointed that the hayride was pulled by a tractor rather than a horse, but by that time I think she was tired even if she didn't admit to it, and it was nice to just sit for a bit. She did not want her picture taken. She scooted out of frame the first time, so I told her, fine, it would just be a picture of me and Claire. This reverse psychology actually seemed to work. . .or I thought it had until she made a pouty face right when the camera flashed. Shoot. A few minutes later, I glanced down and found Claire asleep in my arms, which was absolutely adorable. I wish I could've got a picture of that, but I couldn't get to my camera in my purse without waking her.
So that was our day. In the end we were ridiculously hot and sweaty and very much in need of a McDonald's or any other location that sells iced coffee. Thankfully Claire slept almost the entire way home. It was a pretty good time.