If you only read yesterday's post, you might get the feeling like you were missing something. This should fill in the gaps.
We took a vacation. Goodness knows, we needed one. Deborah foresaw this need back in January, and went to the local Ramada and got one of each brochure on the rack. After a lot of phone calls and investigation, she picked out the Kalahari resort and waterpark in Sandusky, Ohio.
Did I mention that this is an indoor waterpark? I've been to several while I was in California and Spain — pretty much ideal places for an outdoor waterpark — but this one was built to appeal to us poor midwesterners that don't have year-round access to warm, sunny skies. There wasn't any need for sunscreen or insect repellent, even. We scarcely knew what the real weather was like outside. It currently bills itself as "Ohio's largest indoor waterpark" with signs promising "America's largest indoor waterpark" come December.
We got there on Monday afternoon in what was definitely the off-season. The parking lot, built for thousands of cars, held perhaps twenty. Lines for the slides and rides were virtually non-existent. We practically had the place to ourselves.
The kids were scared at first of the noise of the place — a constant, thundering roar, along with clanging, the screams of people on various rides, and the weird wail of the Zip Coaster launching rafts into weightlessness. We all got used to it pretty quickly, though.
Despite the enormity of the place, every inch of the space was accounted for, so much so that it sometimes was difficult to figure out where the entrance to a particular attraction was. We kept discovering more things, like a "lazy river" inner-tube ride (Fiona's favorite) or the not-immediately-evident kids' area.
One aspect of the place I didn't care for much was the unspoken attitude of "we will have all your money before you leave." I would have blogged about this during the trip, but paying $9.95 per day to try to access the internet through a wonky infrared keyboard hooked up to the TV, or $5.95 per 15 minute increment to use the much nicer Mac down in the lobby seemed a bit excessive, especially when I've been plenty of other places that provided a computer room for free. Our restaurant the first evening was a bit of a shock, too — granted, there were five of us, and we were treating Paul for his birthday, but it's the most I've paid for a meal, ever. They did have enough things that actually interested me, though (like surf lessons) that they ended up with a fair amount anyway.
All in all, we had a fun, relaxing time. With all the amazing number of things that could have gone wrong on such a trip, none of them did. No one felt left out, or unduly imposed upon. We all got to enjoy what we wanted to do.
We're back home now, and taking a big breath before life begins again.