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27 May 2005 - 5:32pm
We and our friends (old and new) certainly intend to ...
In case you've been wondering where in the world we put Bahari, the above photo should help put it all in perspective. (It really is a photo, I assure you. For some reason it looks a bit like an artist's rendering.)
Bahari has a lovely "resort" look, right on down to the fossil-bed finish on the multi-colored decking.
Let's zoom in a bit to get a better look at the theming ...
There are lots of new deck chairs (which we refer to as "towel holders"). And the new Bahari Snacks food outlet even offers fresh fruit!
Okay, it's fresh fruit dipped in chocolate, but that doesn't cancel out the health benefits, does it?
27 May 2005 - 3:32pm
... but here's one last water-tower story.
My husband is a dairy farmer ... and he needed some equipment welded yesterday. The fellow he normally calls wasn't available, as he was doing some work at Holiday World (oops! sorry, dear).
But the welder was available today and got the milking parlor stantions all fixed up.
He told Gary this story ...
Remember the painters, suspended high about the ground, touching up the paint on the "bowl"? (Look here to refresh your memory.)
Apparently, when one of the painters returned to terra firma, he remarked about the view:
I could even see the high-dive team rehearsing their shows.
Those guys are crazy!
27 May 2005 - 3:32pm
I tease Thomas that he's my egghead son.
John, 13, is my musical son.
And James, 5, is my farm-boy son.
They're all bright fellows, but Tom is what I sometimes refer to as "scary smart."
I have, by the way, a newspaper clipping of an article stating that bright sons get their brains from their mothers. (Just thought I'd throw that bit of scientific fact on the heap.)
Tom is finishing up his second year at Rose-Hulman. If you're not from Indiana, this may sound like a school for florists. It's actually a highly regarded school of engineering. He's double-majoring in Electrical Engineering and Math and has tested out of enough classes that he could graduate a year early (if he didn't love school so much).
Anyway, Tom was home on spring break shortly after the start of the HoliBlog. I asked him to explain the whole concept of "RSS" to me. (I listened to, but didn't thoroughly retain, his explanation. It's a "syndication" that delivers the blog posts to you, rather than you having to check repeatedly for new posts. Something like that ...)
So Tom granted me a demonstration on his souped-up laptop. He set up RSS delivery of HoliBlog posts on his system.
He then promptly deleted it.
A knife to my heart would have caused less pain.
How could you, my son?
Shall we talk about the many hours of labor ... and that you were delivered naturally so that no foreign substance might taint your precious brain?
... okay, I won't go there. You were the smallest of my three babies after all. (If you can call 8 lbs. 13 oz. a runt!)
Trying to keep the pout out of my voice, I told him how I'd received an email from another local college boy ... who said HoliBlog was "like a letter from home."
He didn't take the hint.
Cleaned up his desktop and moved on to some unpronounceable engineering project (for some light reading, don't you know).
So imagine my joy -- my rapture -- when my beloved first-born called a bit ago,
Mom ... what's going on? You haven't posted on the blog lately ...
(Cue the music -- lots of violins swelling in unison.)
The prodigal son has returned. Kill the fatted lasagna!
Mommy's tiny touch of revenge, of course, is this rather humiliating post. Tom will see it immediately since he has that RSS thing, right?
It's nice to know -- sniff! -- that you care, Tom. (I also know my double-hyphens annoy you -- don't they, dear?)
Motherhood is a precious, precious thing.
26 May 2005 - 3:32pm
Santa Claus is a cute little town. About 2,200 population, with street names befitting the town's theme: Snowbell Lane, Sled Run, even Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire (I swear! I'll post a photo of the very long street sign some day).
When a new road appears, it's a bit startling. And when the road is improved from a dirt lane to lovely white gravel, it's a sight to behold!
Your intrepid reporter decided it was important to put the location of ... let's call it the Snowy White Gravel Road ... into perspective for you. Grabbed the digital camera, hopped in my car and drove over to the site.
Once again, I risked life and limb (and this time -- chigger bites!) to get the proper photo. The hillside, I've discovered, is remarkably steep. And full of colorful flowers interspersed with mean, scratchy weeds.
So steep, in fact, for a split second I thought I was going to fall over backwards. At that point I realized if I moved ten yards or so to the south, the angle would be better and the tangly weeds were not quite as thick.
In the lower foreground, you'll see the entrance to the Snowy White Gravel Road:
And to the upper far left, squint a bit and you'll see the top of Liberty Launch. Working your way to the right, you'll see the water towers and then the top of The Legend's lifthill.
Hopped back in my car and carefully meandered up the Snowy White Gravel Road.
Please note: Do not try this at home. Seriously, as a park director, I have access. This is definitely an "Authorized Personnel Only: No Trespassing" area.
At the top of the hill, I wanted to head over toward the piled-up wood. If you are a faithful reader, you already know about this. If not, please go back and read this and then this.
Luckily, with no recent rains, it was no problem moving from the "improved" Snowy White Gravel Road to Proceed With Caution Lane.
Apparently, we've had several more deliveries since we last took a look.
Not sure, but this looks to me like some sort of fancy roofing material:
What do you think?
I glanced up after taking that photo and got rather spooked.
There was a gigantic bird hovering overhead. With a huge wingspan.
Looked rather threatening, actually.
First I thought it was a hawk. But maybe it was one of those wild turkeys that hang out around here. Whatever it was, it wasn't worth waiting around for a proper introduction; I snapped this and headed back to safety:
As much as I'd like to stick around and speculate with you, I'm heading home.
There's a big bottle of Calomine Lotion waiting for me!
26 May 2005 - 12:00am
... and not a drop to drink.
About once a week during the season, we receive a comment that that our Free Unlimited Soft Drinks selection should include water.
Well ... actually ... it does.
If you dash in and dash out of one of the Pepsi Oasis buildings scattered throughout the parks ...
...you may not see it in your haste.
But once you know to look for a separate button at the Lemonade or Iced Tea selection, you'll never miss it again.
It's good water, too. I get it all the time.
We're happy to reply to these emails, letters and phone calls. Only it's a little hard to take when we get a lecture.
At the risk of starting an international incident, I'll relate a recent chewing out we got from a fellow from our neighboring nation to the north.
Now normally I wouldn't mention a person's nationality. But in his argument to "convince" us to offer water, here's what he wrote:
"Obsecity is rappant in the U.S."
Is he calling us a bunch of fatties?
I only know a few Canadians. My sister-in-law Marie-Susanne, for example.
In the interest of world harmony, what about this, my new friend from the North:
I'll take off five pounds.
And you start using SpellCheck.