Cabella's and Lagoon

Meg again headed to Springville to work on our house, while my Dad drove we-three-boys to Cabela's, a hunting and fishing store, just across the Salt Lake county line. The store was huge (like everything here in Utah) and had a neat fish-filled aquarium. The boys enjoyed watching the fish, and Aaron reminded grandpa that he wanted to go fishing for the big fish next time.

At night Meg and I drove north to Farmington to pick up one of her best friends from high school, Shannon, and her husband Jeff (his mom's an Asay, though distantly related). We then spent the evening at Lagoon. Even though it isn't as big as the well-known amusement parks, the rides scared the crap out of me: Wicked, Wild Mouse, Spider, Colossus, and the worst of all, The Rocket. The first ones were all just different roller coasters, but the Rocket gradually lifts you up to over 200 feet (I was screaming even before we got near the top of the ascent), waits five seconds, then drops you back to the ground in a fraction of a second, and then quickly shoots you up 150 feet, etc.. I don't remember being scared at Disneyland or Knott's Berry Farm back in the early 90's; maybe the rides just weren't that scary back then. Regardless, my body would not calm down until I woke up on Sunday, and my voice is still trying to recover (I screamed throughout most of the rides--my eyes were also closed about half the time). Meg enjoyed every second, which is good, because we now know which of us will accompany the kids on the scary rides if we ever take them to an amusement park when they are older.

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