maize maze

My campus was on fall break Monday and Tuesday, so I invited my international student to go to a corn maze. I do this almost every year. I have no idea why. I never know if they enjoy themselves or not. At this point in the relationship, I haven't figured them out yet. And then when I do, they go home!

When you're hosting International students, you have to be prepared to answer any questions. Things we do like walking thru fields of corn don't happen elsewhere or so I thought. Things like Thanksgiving and Columbus Day are even trickier.

The first corn maze was cut in 1993 in Annville, Pa. at Lebanon Valley College. It was 3 acres and had a path of 1.92 miles. I know I walked thru my first one at Grim's farm in the late 90s. It's was simpler then. Mom sat in the barn on a folding chair and chatted with the staff. I went and got lost in the field. We had to sign in when we entered and out when we exited.  I think we went because I saw a handwritten sign on Rt. 222 said corn maze and wanted to see what it was.

Now they are all over. It's now called agri-tourism and is a way to make money in the offseason. Grims and Seiple's have the biggest displays around here.  I like the small ones. This particular one at Raub's Farm Market has games to play where you're searching for stuff. It's not an "enter/exit" two and a half hours later. I found out looking up information that they are now a global fall event in countries like the UK, Germany, New Zealand ...

 I picked up Fegul and her friend Onur (From Turkey) at noonish, and we headed to the farm. I'm not sure what the real address is, but I'd call it Tatemy. We checked in, she gave us a variety of games, and we headed into the field. We were not successful at any one of them. For the two Clue-like games we ended up with two pairs, not one. For the number game, we searched high and low for 6 and 9 and didn't find them.

We kept getting separated. I kept finding Fegul but Onur was on his own. Eventually, we all came back together. Two hours had passed. Onur wondered how far we had walked and I said I'll check my pedometer. I didn't have my FitBit on! Drats. (it looks like I lost it. Again.)

Oh, and that thing I thought about them not liking corn mazes. I was wrong. I posted this collage in Instagram and Fegul thanked me. And then this happened:

No Fitbit. No stats.