Last weekend my husband, my son and my grandson went to Country Days out in the country in North Carolina. We pulled into a muddy, grass parking spot and walked our way to the hay ride which would take us to the activities. At first I thought I would have to jump up on the flat-bed with hay bales lined up, but there was a wobbly sort of stand-alone ladder which everybody was able to use, if they chose. We rode for about 1/4 mile right after sunset. It was still light out.
When we arrived at Country days, we headed for the concessions. There was one that sold all sorts of foods. My son bought a North Carolina barbecue pork sandwich with cole slaw for himself and a hot dog for my grandson. He kept urging me to take a bite, saying it was the best barbecue there was, but I declined. The concession just didn’t look like my kind of place. Now the home-made ice cream looked like my kind of place so I bought peach and my son bought cookies and cream. It was heavenly and reminded me of the ice cream parties we used to have when I was a kid, except the concession ice cream was much thicker. The home-made ice cream we made was always runny. There was also a concession stand with funnel cake; something I’ve never had. My husband told me they were like fried doughnuts.
The most exciting event at Country Days was the corn maze. By the time we got there, the night was black. We rented our flashlights and were given 10 trivia questions on a sheet of paper. Because my grandson is 4, he got his own “cheat” sheet of questions geared toward someone his age. We entered the maze and the first question was: “How many countries border the gulf of Mexico?” I had no idea. My husband thought he knew but we looked on my grandson’s cheat sheet to be sure because if we made a wrong turn in the maze, we would get lost. The question on the cheat sheet was: “What was the Grinch’s dog’s name?” None of us had any idea so we headed off, left or right, I don’t remember. I do remember getting lost. We wandered around for 10 minutes or so and eventually found the first pole. We ran into some teenage girls who were excited by the fact that they’d gone round in a circle five times and didn’t want us to go that way.
1 down, 9 poles to go. We continued on, reading and trying to answer questions as we went, looking at the cheat sheet every time, to no avail, and stumbled upon poles 2-5. Once we got to pole 5, there were two men standing on a bridge type apparatus waiting to help people to either go on to the next pole or out of the maze altogether. We had been in the maze for about 45 minutes. My son took this opportunity to tell us that last year, he’d gotten lost in the maze for 2-1/2 hours. My knees have been replaced so my legs were starting to hurt from pounding the hard, uneven ground in the maze. I kind of panicked at the thought of being lost among the corn stalks for hours on end. I started to have feelings of dread. My grandson had had it and said to his Father: “Dad, I think this wasn’t a very good idea.” Of course, we all laughed but the truth was, I was feeling the same way. The corn stalks were looming large and there seemed to be no end in sight.
We continued on, finding one more pole after another, wandering around in the dark maze, turning left only to find out we really needed to go right. We made it to the eighth pole and I started to feel some relief. We could hear the people partying at Country Days and I knew that our exit was just around the next row. Finally, we came to the end and it felt good to be out of the maze. It was fun, but I was glad it was over. While my husband and son had a blast, me and my grandson had a similar experience. Maybe because we’re both Virgos. We were glad to see anything other than corn stalks.
When we got out of the corn maze, we walked through the camps of several bon fires, a merry-go-round, a small house filled with corn where the kids were playing, and ply wood cut outs of a farmer and his wife where you stick your head in and it looks like you’re either in a dress or pants, shirt and pitch-fork. We took pictures. We also went to the petting zoo and my grandson pet the pigs. He wouldn’t touch the goats or the sheep. I don’t know why, but the pigs were little and maybe he felt safer touching them. I saw some chickens and some rabbits. 3 of the rabbits had fur around their face that was all spiked like someone had waxed their fur. After wandering around for another hour or so, we stood in line to ride the hay-ride back to the car. We had a fun time at Country Days but I’ll never forget the feeling of being in the corn maze.