
While the ocean has always been my true love, I can't say that I haven't had a faint sense of envy of the Midwest for their Fall season. With dramatic color changes and pumpkin growing contests, I've always wanted to get lost in a giant patch of corn, sit in the world's largest frying pan and finish the day off at a pumpkin pie competition. Leave it to my Midwest girlfriend to find the only corn maze on the central coast!


Apparently I'm not the only one on the west coast who had the same yearnings. The maze was so packed that nearly every corner you walked around, some little knee-high cracked out sugar fiend would come bounding and bounce off your leg. I felt like a car speeding through a pack of bugs, deflecting kids left and right with my giant windshield wiper arms. We kept joking at how much more fun it would be to dress horrifically and hide in one of the dead ends scaring the ba-jesus out of those little rug rats. I guess I've been substitute teaching too much as my compassion has turned into antagonism. Maybe it's just genetic. Lord knows my family has spared me no scares when they had the opportunity.







