Maize!

L and I went to the North Georgia Corn Maze on Saturday. The corn maze is some distance from the Nunnery - about an hour and a half by car. We prepared for the trip with some seasonally-appropriate, eerie reading material. Our arrival at the corn maze was welcomed (with open arms!) by a very happy (and terrifying?) orange creature, viz:


This is the entrance to the maze. The stalks I'd guess were about nine feet high, with no way to see over the tops.


L & I were, as far as I could tell, the only people inside the maze using observation, memory, and cleverness to navigate our way around. Everyone else - and I do mean everyone - was looking the whole time at their maps (you get a map before you go inside). They were all looking down at their maps, saying things like "and now we're supposed to go left," and "no, wait, it says to go this way." Like everybody was doing whatever they could to avoid feeling disoriented. In a maze.

Like the primary function of the maze is to give you an opportunity to exercise your map-reading skills.

A view of the north Georgia mountains from the bridge near the exit:


There were seven differently-shaped hole-punches secured to posts throughout the maze. If you hole-punched the paper they gave you with each of the seven, you could register to win a prize in a drawing. We found all seven hole-punches and punched our cards seven times. We did this, again, without resorting to cheating ourselves.

The perimeter of the maze, once you find it, opens out with a view of hills and cows...


cows and hills...


and cows...


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After the maze we walked through a haunted house. This was my first-ever haunted house experience, which probably says something about me and how much I enjoy subjecting myself to abject terror. It was called The House of Burm, and was located a hayride away from the maze. But it was so utterly terrifying that we must agree never to speak of it again.