I've always wanted to do a corn maze (we don't have those in Canada or Florida - I was clearly a deprived child), so last night my friend Margaret and I drove out to Frederick, MD, to attempt this oh-so-appropriate corn maze. Armed with our Maglites, Ivy League educations, fancy Washington resumes, and a set of clues which hinged on our knowledge of American history, we set out optimistic about our ability to complete the maze.
There was only an hour left till the maze closed, and we needed to visit 10 stations within the maze, each of which corresponded to a trivia question which we would have to answer correctly in order to continue in the right direction in the maze. Walking in, we found the first checkpoint easily, answered our first question correctly, and plunged further into the 19-acre labryinth. Soon after, we realized that there were many more forks in the road than the 10 numbered ones, and that the maze actually was going to required strong intuition or an above average sense of direction (fail).
At first, we were running into other groups trying to find their way through the moonlit maze as well, but at exactly the moment that we found ourselves truly walking in circles, passing the same location over and over again despite our best efforts to make new and better choices, we realized that we were the only people left in the maze! Even the little maze guards who had been up in a tower watching the patrons, turned out their light and left (that damn tower was the only thing we could find for about 30 minutes). Clearly those guys had more faith in our ability to navigate out of the maze, than they should have. As I began to get equally nervous at the thought of either 1.) spending the night in a cornfield or 2.) having to be rescued out of the cornfield by the gentlemanly Sheriff's Deputy who had said hello to us on the way in, we finally found a break in the maze! We made it out in a little more than the anticipated hour, but only hit about half of the checkpoints. We missed the opportunity for a post-maze hot chocolate treat because the whole place was CLOSED by the time we actually made it out of the maze.
Except, the Sheriff's Deputy was still there....and as we were walking across the field towards my car, he called out to us, asking if one of us was Heather. Creepy at first, but turns out my navigating challenges had started even before I bought my ticket to the maze, when I parked in the lot that wasn't open to the public. Whoops. At least I was reassured that the Frederick County Sheriff's Department wouldn't have let us overnight in the maze, which just might make me brave enough to go again next year.