My Trip to Hershey Park

Barbara and I just got back from Hershey Park.

One of the characteristics that makes me contradictory is that I am obsessed with both high and low culture in equal, enthusiastic measures. On one extreme, I love Woody Allen, Beethoven's 7th Symphony, and sushi. On the other extreme, I love professional wrestling, violent horror films, and White Castle. Theme parks are definitely one of my favorite, low end pleasures, and they have a mushy, nostalgic value for me.

I think one of the toughest things a couple (or a family for that matter) can do is take a trip together. I was worried about it at first, because I didn't want to stress during a time that I was supposed to relax, nor did I want to be stuck in the middle of Pennsylvania fighting with someone I love.

I'm happy to report that the weekend has been the highlight of my summer thus far. It was restful, romantic, and fun, and we could not have asked for better timing; whenever we were outside having fun, it was sunny, and when it rained, we were indoors on rides.

I've been to the park three times (including this time), and every time I go, it keeps getting better. The first time I went in elementary school there were only a few roller coasters. Now, there are 11 roller coasters and entire section dedicated to water rides , my favorite roller coaster was the Great Bear, an inverted roller coaster with one loop and two corkscrews.

I also did really well at the carnival games this time. I won Barbara two stuffed dogs and a little, blue monkey.

The worst part of the trip was the food. I lost close to 10 pounds over the past two weeks, and I certainly undid my progress with two days of s'mores, french fries, Hershey's chocolate, and gallons of iced tea.

This weekend was my last respite before going back into the trenches; I start preparing for the upcoming school year on Wednesday. The trip was a perfect, romantic way to end the summer.