Google Something Clever 2.0: Vacation, Day 3, Part 1

Jul 9, 2012

Vacation, Day 3, Part 1

The boy slept until 7:30, his normal time. I still wasn't satisfied, and got him into the bed until 8. Then I found a kids' channel for him and let my husband sleep for a few more minutes. Does anyone else wake up with itchy, bloodshot eyes whenever you stay at a hotel? Is it the detergent they use? I'm bringing my own pillowcase next time we go away. I couldn't wear my contacts all weekend, and glasses really suck when you go on rides at amusement parks, particularly water rides.

The whining commenced at about 8:30. He didn't want to use the potty. He didn't want new Band-aids. He didn't want to change out of his pajamas. He finally changed while I was out of the room and my husband was in the shower, and he'd chosen the "just in case" jeans and long-sleeved shirt I packed. It's going to be in the high seventies today. He didn't want to change into shorts and a short-sleeved shirt. He didn't want sunblock. He still didn't want to use the potty. This went down over the course of half an hour.

We had buffet breakfast again, and it was still awesome, except that the waitress took our orange juice order and never delivered. The plan today is to go to a cool waterfall thing and a weird store that we saw near the hotel, then back to Story Land, lunch, and drive home. My husband really wants to get home by five, and is getting super annoyed with the boy. He thinks we should skip Story Land, but there are rides I haven't been on, so we give the boy a Big Serious Talk about behaving, and tell him we'll take him back to Story Land, but if he acts up, we're leaving. He tells us, "Okay, I'll watch my tone." I guess all my yelling really is sinking in.

This waterfall thing is not an advertised attraction. It's just running along the side of Carter Notch Road. It barely slopes down at all, and there are lots of rocks you can walk on, and little ankle-deep puddles, so you can walk around in it. My husband told the boy it was "nature's water table."

I took these pictures standing right in the middle of it.

We hung out there for half an hour or so. Driving past it the last couple days, it was swarming with people sitting in the little pools and climbing all over. It was only about 70 degrees when we arrived, so we couldn't really splash around or anything, but the cool weather meant that it was almost deserted, which is great if you hate people, like I do. I was wearing flip-flops, as always, so I was able to get my feet a little wet.

I was so nervous that Ravenwood Curio Shoppe would be closed, since it was 10 AM on a Sunday. It's just down the street from the hotel, and we've driven by it every time we went out. My husband and I were both really excited to visit. It looks like a friendly wizard's house.


You probably can't tell from this picture, but there are bottles and jars and spark plugs and things embedded in the cement of the stone wall. How friggin' cool is that?! The front and side yards were full of amazing outdoor decor, some really expensive (thousands), but a lot was very reasonable (stone tortoises the size of your hand for under twenty bucks). To the right, there is a sign that says, "Sorry! No children in the garden, please." My husband went in first while I hung out with the boy. He was gone for at least fifteen minutes. I was getting more and more excited. He finally came back with this look on his face like he'd just seen a unicorn, and just said, "Go."

The gravel path led down the side of the house and into the back yard. There was a fence made out of driftwood that looked like it could only have been assembled by a witch's spell. There were statues, fountains, and mosaic stepping stones. They had Japanese fishing floats, which I'd been wanting for months. I got a string of multicolored ones for a very good price.

Then I came around to the large, open part of the garden, and I swear "Pure Imagination" started playing, although I guess it was probably just in my head. This was the first thing I saw:

Oh, hi, crazy giant shard of glass fountain. Wish I had a few thousand bucks to spare.

The garden was huge, and the path wound all over the place. There were themed areas, like Asian-inspired stuff, and creepy stuffed men in a little workshop full of junk that had been turned into art.

Why, yes, we do carry exploded typewriters with plants growing out of them. Why do you ask?

 Where does that door lead? The place where dreams are made.

Can you tell yet what my favorite part of this vacation was? I wish reincarnation was real, so I could come back as a butterfly or a chipmunk and live there. Promise me right now, all of you, that you will go to this store someday. Oh, and there was an indoor area, too, of course, but I'm all about outdoor decor, so if you want to see that, you'll just have to go there.

Stay tuned for the final chapter, Day 3, Part 2, coming soon.