Tricked Out for Treats
Oct. 16th, 2013 12:03 amSince
bethje is all about trying to recapture the magic of youth, we went on two haunted hayrides this past weekend. I don't recall going on any of these when I was actually a kid. About the only thing I do remember was a haunted house where the monsters would turn nice if you told them you liked their house. Later that same year, I went on a haunted trail, and was confused when the cast didn't respond to "I like your trail." I really did jump to conclusions there, didn't I? I've been on several of these hayrides with Beth over the years, though. I enjoy seeing the creativity that goes into them. Pretty much all of them have people with chainsaws, and it's also not uncommon to have someone hitting the wagon with a baseball bat or other such implement. The latter is probably what I'd want to do if I were to participate. I couldn't be a chainsaw guy, because I'm clumsy and would probably drop it. Anyway, the one on Saturday was at a mulch place in Winslow Township, and we went through their maze as well. The maze part was actually rather frustrating, because it was really dark and I had to feel along the walls to figure out where I was going. I figured there would only be one way to go, but somehow I managed to get lost. I didn't take any pictures on the hayride (that would have been rude), but I liked this witch that they had inside their gift shop.

They're probably for sale everywhere, but I still thought it was neat. On Sunday,
therealtavie and her boyfriend went with us to Marlboro. The hayride there cost quite a bit more, and really didn't seem worth the extra charge. I don't think there's any official guideline for how much you can expect to pay for a haunted hayride. What I found most memorable about this one was the guy coming up to Tavie and yelling, "Spooky, spooky, spooky, spooky! Wassup!"
Halloween was one of my favorite holidays as a kid, and I wasn't that old when I reached the point where I preferred handing out candy to trick-or-treating myself. I got to see all the other costumes that way. As an adult, it's a little disappointing, as holidays in general tend to be. I only work until 4 PM this year, so I guess I could do something on Halloween night, but what? It's not like you get any trick-or-treaters when you live on the second floor of somebody else's house.

They're probably for sale everywhere, but I still thought it was neat. On Sunday,
Halloween was one of my favorite holidays as a kid, and I wasn't that old when I reached the point where I preferred handing out candy to trick-or-treating myself. I got to see all the other costumes that way. As an adult, it's a little disappointing, as holidays in general tend to be. I only work until 4 PM this year, so I guess I could do something on Halloween night, but what? It's not like you get any trick-or-treaters when you live on the second floor of somebody else's house.