|Rainbow over Hershey, PA. |
It ends in a pot of chocolate.
Which I ate. Yummy!
The first compromise in our vacation planning came at the outset. The kids wanted to bring the horses. I liked the idea, but knew my husband would rather pluck his eyeballs out with a spork. "Hell no!" was his exact response when the kids broached the idea. Okay, nix the horses.
After some deliberation, we decided on Hershey Park. Lots of rides for the kids and hubby, water park for all of us, outlets for back-to-school shopping, and most importantly, CHOCOLATE FOR MOMMY! I did not pay as much attention to the planning details as I should have. Hershey Park is mostly roller coasters. I don't do roller coasters. I don't mind admitting that I'm a big old wussy pants.
|The Skyrush. Which I didn't go on.|
As soon as we got to the park the rest of the family raced to get on the Skyrush. I went on the swings. And promptly confirmed that since my concussion I can't ride on anything that goes in rapid circles. Took me 20 minutes and a bottle of water to finally calm my stomach. Next the family went on the SooperDooperLooper. I tried my luck at Skeeball. They tried the Sidewinder. I went on the railroad. So it went for the rest of the day as the family went on eleven of the park's twelve coasters.
One thing we noticed as time went on was you can take the horsey family away from the horses, but you can't take the horsey outta the family. Or however that saying goes. Doesn't matter. Wherever we are, we are still thinking ponies.
|Yep. This ride is my speed, AND it has horses. |
- We pull in to where we were staying at a friend's house, and the first thing my daughter says is, "Look at the size of this lawn! We could put a 2 stall barn and a couple of paddocks back there." Yep, we pretty much assess every place we go to in terms of equine housing potential.
- Every field we see evokes a comment along the lines of, "I bet Sug would love to eat in that field."
- Whenever we pass a field with horses in it my husband preempts the inevitable requests with a "No, we are NOT stopping to pet the horses. We need to make time." Now in my world, the estimated arrival time on the GPS is considered the Time To Beat, but really, what is the male mandate to Make Time???
- We bring apples as snacks for the drive. This got a bit funky when we realized the kids were saving their cores for the horses. This is normally okay, but not when you are not going home for several days and said apple cores will be marinating in a hot car...
- The kids want to stop and play every game that offers a stuffed horse/unicorn as a prize. Vaguely reminiscent of the "It's so fluffy!" scene in Despicable Me.
- We need to ride the carousel. Several times. And we need to find the horses that look the most like Sugar and Cookie and ride them at least once.