6.20.15
At 8 o'clock EST, the Arnold family, minus nine chickens, departed from Indiana. In a record breaking six hours on the road with only TWO stops, they made it safely to the Wisconsin Dells, the tourist trap that makes Disney World look tame.
The room wasn't ready, so the patriarch of the unit decided to book tickets on the Wild Thing Jets boats. Alex can be quoted screaming, "We're all gonna die!" and "I'm gonna hurl!" Luckily neither tragedy struck upon the boat.
Let's talk to Susanna and hear what she has to say. "It did the donut and it splashed water in the boat and got everybody wet. It was scary and fun. It goed really fast. I kinda liked it."
Alex: "It was AWESOME! It was so cool how Captain Craig played Roar and when it got to " you're gonna hear me ROAR" he stopped the boat and water flew up around us."
What did mom think of the experience? "I liked the scenery, and hearing the history of the area." Leave it to mom to make a 1200 horsepower, rock n roll playing, donut doing jet boat sound like It's a Small World.
Dad liked that it was fast and historical, and that we wouldn't have liked the Duck Rides.
Bridget thought that her parents may have been trying to tell her something when they had her sit on the edge seat. Despite the fact that she was totally soaked and the tiniest bit freezing, she smiled like a maniac the entire ride. Mist sprayed and music thumped, and she loved every second of it.
They made it to Mass at St. Cecilia late, but that's not really news. It was a nostalgic Mass where we sat on folding chairs reminiscent of St. Maria Goretti. Once it ended, we inhaled some Subway sandwiches and made it to the indoor pool at Tamarack. (Tamarack is also the name of the root that stains the Wisconsin river a root beer color.) Susanna frolicked without actually getting her face wet, and Alex practiced his strokes. Bridget and Mom were cold, so they sat in the hot tub. Dad kept on eye on Susanna. Eventually they returned to the Wyndham rooms, showered, and slept like rocks.
At 8 o'clock EST, the Arnold family, minus nine chickens, departed from Indiana. In a record breaking six hours on the road with only TWO stops, they made it safely to the Wisconsin Dells, the tourist trap that makes Disney World look tame.
The room wasn't ready, so the patriarch of the unit decided to book tickets on the Wild Thing Jets boats. Alex can be quoted screaming, "We're all gonna die!" and "I'm gonna hurl!" Luckily neither tragedy struck upon the boat.
Let's talk to Susanna and hear what she has to say. "It did the donut and it splashed water in the boat and got everybody wet. It was scary and fun. It goed really fast. I kinda liked it."
Alex: "It was AWESOME! It was so cool how Captain Craig played Roar and when it got to " you're gonna hear me ROAR" he stopped the boat and water flew up around us."
What did mom think of the experience? "I liked the scenery, and hearing the history of the area." Leave it to mom to make a 1200 horsepower, rock n roll playing, donut doing jet boat sound like It's a Small World.
Dad liked that it was fast and historical, and that we wouldn't have liked the Duck Rides.
Bridget thought that her parents may have been trying to tell her something when they had her sit on the edge seat. Despite the fact that she was totally soaked and the tiniest bit freezing, she smiled like a maniac the entire ride. Mist sprayed and music thumped, and she loved every second of it.
They made it to Mass at St. Cecilia late, but that's not really news. It was a nostalgic Mass where we sat on folding chairs reminiscent of St. Maria Goretti. Once it ended, we inhaled some Subway sandwiches and made it to the indoor pool at Tamarack. (Tamarack is also the name of the root that stains the Wisconsin river a root beer color.) Susanna frolicked without actually getting her face wet, and Alex practiced his strokes. Bridget and Mom were cold, so they sat in the hot tub. Dad kept on eye on Susanna. Eventually they returned to the Wyndham rooms, showered, and slept like rocks.