Children of the Corny
As we continue to adjust to a new state, a new job, a new climate and a new lifestyle, our strategy to speed this process up is to soak in as much of the local color and culture as we can. This past weekend we had a chance to do just that in the form of a corn maze at Poppell Farms in Jesup, Georgia. Even the name Jesup just sounds southern. There are not many corn mazes in Alaska or Costa Rica. In fact this time of year you would have better luck finding a snow maze in Alaska, so this would be a new experience for us all.
Poppell Farms hosts a corn maze, haunted forest, petting zoo and general fall event every fall. It is a southern as fried chicken, and it has a true fall feeling, warm, yellow, crunchy and just overall fally. Something that lasted about a week in Alaska, and was non-existent in Costa Rica, is very present here and celebrated; with farms, hay rides, decorations and more. The farm had the giant hay maze, and when we arrived the corn had already started to turn yellow and crunchy. The maze was several acres big and from a bird’s eye view it was supposed to be in the shape of the two presidential candidates. From ground level it was hard to tell, but I do think we got lost in Obama’s ear for quite a while. The corn maze was littered with corn and plastic eggs full of surprises and some sections the plants were well over 8 feet tall. Confusing in the light, scary in the dark.
Speaking of dark, as soon as all the daylight is gone, the haunted forest was open for business. The highlight of our visit was probably the haunted forest, at least for those of us who were not crying and screaming (ummm I am not admitting anything), and perhaps for those as well. It was a true trail through a real forest with ghouls, goblins, zombies, screams and the traditional scary redneck with a chainsaw to chase you out the door. It was a great exhilarating experience and left a trail of tears and screams for those who dared followed us into the deep dark maze.
In between the maze and haunted forest we had time to feed the horses, goats, rabbits, birds catfish and ourselves. There were plenty of things for the kids to jump or climb on and even a room full of corn to roll around in. Jeremy decided to try his hand at bull riding, and I controlled the bull. Jeremy ended up on his back, and the bull ended up upside down. I would call it a draw. There were a lot of unique things to see and do and to me, a fall novice, it lived up to what my vision of a fall carnival would be. It was warm, a little breezy and smelled like corn and farm animals. And I had to continually remind myself that the crunch beneath my feet was not from a layer of fresh new snow, but from the shedding dry leaves of the corn stalks. It’ll take me a few years to get used to that one.