What do we see in Hurricane Harbor?

Saturday was Megan's birthday party. She chose Hurricane Harbor for her party with just a few of her closest friends. I clearly haven't been to Hurricane Harbor in a loooonnnggggg time, or I would have been smart and said "No!". But I agreed, so here we are, after the mile long line to park and then the mile long walk into the park. The pavement hadn't quite heated up to "fry your feet in two seconds flat" temperature, so we aren't too miserable here. :)

When you pay for parking, they are kind enough to give you coupons for Papa John's, who charge $25 for a large cheese pizza once inside. Oh, but they don't tell you that the coupons they give you are not accepted at the Papa John's inside the park. No kidding. $25 for a large icky cheese pizza.

The day got hotter and the lines got longer. We waited over an hour in line for any ride, and the lazy river was more like a lazy mass of bodies. It was crazy. I hit a bump on one ride, smacked my tailbone and threw my head back, whiplash style. So I'm suffering tremendously at the moment and can hardly move my neck. What a great time for my chiropracter to get married and go to Greece for two weeks, huh? I'm pretty sure I will live until he gets back. :) And on that tangent, congratulations Stacy and Dean. I'm so happy for you and know you will have many wonderful years together!

Even though the adults were disenchanted at Hurricane Harbor, the girls had fun, which was the whole point. And I was reminded why I don't really like Hurricane Harbor.

I'm sure I'll forget again in a few years before the next child asks for the same thing. :)

Becky