In an attempt to get even more Halloween spirit into our holiday, we went to a haunted ranch for FHE last night with Kareena and Manny. Gunstock was advertising rides through their spooky trails for only $3 a person between 7:00 and 10:00. We arrived at the ranch at about 7:20 and quickly realized that the owners had overextended themselves. The line was already long and they only had one (1) pickup truck with hay in the back taking people on what was probably a 15 minute ride. People were lining up much faster than the truck could take them through. Just as it should have been our turn to ride (but, alas, it wasn’t as a group of hormone charged teenagers thought it was a good idea to cut in front of us–even though when they asked us if we minded and we gave them an adament NO), it started pouring. The funny thing was that it had been sprinkling before and Kareena had said, “I hope it pours when it is our turn.” Silly Kareena. But the rain didn’t last long. In fact, just as it let up the ranchers found their other truck and brought it out to help with the customers. We were overjoyed, until, of course, the girl who was getting everybody on kept saying, “I sure hope this truck doesn’t get stuck somewhere.” We hoped not, too.
The trails themselves were fun in a, “It’s nice to see them try,” sort of way. The Indians were nothing special until the ones riding horses came at us. The horses were definitely cool. Other than that, it seemed as though the rain had dampened the spirits of most of the spooks who were supposed to jump out and scare us out of our pants. And Crazy Cooper, the headless horseman, must have been daydreaming while we sneaked up on him, so we watched him as he mounted his steed and tried to pull his cloak over his head before he circled the truck. The hanged cattle rustlers were good, though. They definitely looked like mannequins, so we all got a good jump when they started throwing spaghetti at us. And when I say “us” I do mean “us,” but unfortunately their aim was bad and they only hit Micah. He ended up with a lap full of wet spaghetti noodles that kept us occupied for the rest of the ride. What a joy.
At least we didn’t get stuck.