August 11, 2004

Adventure 2: The Big GL

Monday was my extended family trip to Geauga Lake. I didn't think I was going to make it out alive.

We left on Sunday afternoon and headed out on the grand PA Turnpike listening mostly to country, but I added in some Aerosmith, Enya, Lavigne, and Hoobastank to break up the G. Brooks cacophony. Introducing my Chesney-loving aunt wasn't pretty. Don't get me wrong, I do love country, but I draw the line at some of this new crap like "Redneck Woman" (I know everyone thinks that is THE BEST SONG EVER, but I HATE it with a passion).

Anyway, as we were driving down the highway in my aunt's car with untinted windows, I noticed many people watching us. I guess our air guitaring tricks and flying Twizzlers tricks caught their attention. But who knows? The car could have attracted some attention--it is a nice shade of black. Very pretty for a black car, I suppose.

After arriving at Aurora, close to my cousin Amy's house (the one that blogs--just got married), we got a room and headed to the local Bob Evans, shunning other restaurants playfully named Mr. Chicken or Uborio's Italian Restaurante.

After eating we went to my cousin's new "yuppie" (my aunt gave it that title)apartment complex. Lovely. Such a nice home for two people starting out. Amy's closet rivals mine in size, but she only gets one side. It must really stink being married. :-)

When we reached the hotel, the pool was closed :-( and we were pretty saggy-eyed from the trip out so we decided to cram ourselves in bed. There were 10 of us in 2 rooms.

Around 9:00 we got ready and had a "continental breakfast", which usually includes a soggy danish, a crumbly bagel, and/or orange juice that has somehow mixed with the other two juices on either side of it in the machine. I like this definition better. Why the title continental? I kept thinking. It makes you think of a breakfast as big as the 48 states, when in fact, it is the antithesis of such a description.

Anyway, when we did finally rech Geauga Lake, I was stunned. I like to come to these parks without expection for fear they will be dashed to pieces by a mega-kiddie land and 2 semi-comatose coasters. Not this time.

The first coaster I rode went so many directions, half of our crew almost spewed forth the continental repast. I loved it.

I can't even count how many I rode. Over and over. Go on a weekday, folks. You can get off, and then jump right back on.

X-Flight, THE RIDE OF THE DAY, however, was something to behold. With green tracks and a black infastructure, this was the first ride I saw, and even from the ground it takes your breath away. We tried riding it first, but it was closed for repairs--inhancing the mystique and danger factor. I had to go back. After waiting in the longest line of the day, we finally got strapped in--chest strap and legs--the closest thing to a straight jacket. The oddest thing is that you lie down, the blood rushing to your head. And then you face the ground and spiral on the first drop. What am I doing? Ride it yourself.

The wave pool was also nice. The no-sand factor was a definite plus.

The mono-rail was excellent as well. Who says it has to be fast all the time. The best part is that they rate every ride in speed. According to the sign, the mono-rail is a "mild thrill ride". I guess being in an open car above the park is sort of a thrill. Who am I to judge?

One sad part filled the day, however. When we walked over to the show side of the park--once Sea World. I loved Sea World. I even dabbled with the idea of becoming a marine biologist, I don't know--about 6 years after my visit there. How sad to know that the tanks were empty and no orcas, dolphins, or sharks were there.

After one of the longest days, we finally hit the parking lot pavement for the long walk back to the vehicles. So much longer than when we came in. My cousins jumping garbage cans--big ones--filled up the monotony however. One made it and the other now has a new skin combination: black and blue.

I slept most of the way home, my five-year old cousin, Daniel huddled at my side. According to Auntie Melanie we were "snug as a bug in a rug". Great days end in the best ways. With a nap.


Posted by Amanda Cochran at August 11, 2004 10:04 AM
Comments

Hi Not my kind of a day I do not like to be scared. I like the ground under my feet. Just an old stick in the mud. Hi Amy.

Posted by: grammy at August 11, 2004 9:00 PM

I loved the coasters, but all that walking made me want to go home to "work" and lounge by the pool. I love my summer job.

Posted by: Amanda at August 12, 2004 11:22 AM

Haha, love the coaster stories! Sounds like you enjoyed Adventure 2.

Just you wait till Adventure 3 tomorrow!!! :^D Concert! woohoo!

Posted by: Karissa at August 12, 2004 11:24 AM

Hi Mrs. Cochran!

Amanda, so glad to see an updated blog-and to see that I made it on here! I'm glad you had fun and I agree-the X-flight was the best ride! Superman was a close second, so thank you Katie for making us ride it!

I resent the comment about the guppie apartment though!! Geez, I thought that that aunt would be happy for us! Things are extremely different from the Greensburg vicinity here. In the local's terms we live in very modest housing. You will see when you get to your big city job in a few years... :) But I'm glad your happy for us!

The closet thing, well I am a little jealous... But the compromise and sharing shown there are the foundation of a happy marriage. I never thought I would like to share my closet, but it is nice having his clothing so close to mine.

Keep up the blogging! It's nice to get in touch with my old life back in PA! I'll keep you posted too-AKA Ferris Wheel talk!

I want to hear about all of your adventures and would like to partake in another adventure soon.... he he he...

Posted by: Amy Collins at August 12, 2004 10:25 PM

I don't think the yuppie comment was negative, and it didn't come from who you think it did :-)

I am so happy for you Amy. What you said about your closet has to be the sweetest thing I have ever heard about old married couples. :-D

Never fear, Amy, I will keep blogging about the eccentricities of my life. I am actually starting to live. This search for "adventures" is turning into a daily activity. I catch myself pulling off the road to run through a cornfield every now and then. There is so much more to do--so much to see. It is like I am seeing everything through new eyes.

I have much to tell you in a more private setting. Don't worry, nothing too earth-shaking.

As for the big-city job, I have been re-evaluating many things in my life, including family, friends, and all that I hold dear at home. I think I am meant to see more of the world than this little corner, but the longer I am here--the more I let my roots take hold, I see the look in my mother's eyes when I discuss the future, the harder it is for me to think about leaving.

But then the wind starts blowing and all I wish is to catch that breeze in my wings; I pray every day that when I take that leap, I will not discover those wings clipped in my long fall.

Posted by: Amanda at August 12, 2004 11:48 PM
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