Friday, July 24, 2009
It's Hurricane season
Baby Tasmanian Devil meet Hurricane Harbor.
Yes, the hubs and I introduced our own little hurricane to the splashiest water park in the L.A. area -- located in the scorched Valencia desert.
And talk about a freaking hot day. I could feel my skin begging for mercy as we walked from the vast parking lot to the park's gated entry. And this was at 11:30 in the morning!
But once we got our swimsuits adjusted, life jackets on -- well, just one -- and inner tube secured, CC hit the ground running as if she were an old Hurricane Harbor pro. Kid did not even know the meaning of first timer.
We didn't take her on crazy rides like Black Snake Summit, which shoot you down an inches-wide open tube like a wet ball of fury -- I figure you have to be at least 3 for those. (Kidding, Water Safety Police!) We basically stayed in the two kiddie areas, tried out the wave pool and lolled around in the Lazy River.
It was so nice. Feeling the splash of the cold water, the current of the winding river and watching as CC charged fearlessly up ladders, down baby water slides and through soaring currents of liquid.
The child seriously has no fear -- and that terrifies me.
At one point, as we were walking through a plastic rain forest of shooting water in a 1-foot-deep pool, CC fell down. It was like in the movies when the sound slows waaaaay down. So when I yelled her name, it was as if some super-low-voiced monster was calling out for my baby. And that monster was me. This barbaric yawp came as I pushed casual frolickers out of the way to get to my downed offspring.
Of course this happened in all of about two seconds, and she was already up by the time I reached for her arm, but, hey, who said heart attacks weren't good for getting the blood pumping?
Luckily, we capped off the day -- around 5 p.m. -- at the smaller of the two kiddie areas. Ian let me lounge in the sun while he and CC went up and down the baby water slides over and over and over again.
In the end, it was the two of us who were exhausted. Had we let her, CC would've stayed until they turned off the lights -- or drained all the water.
That is, until we got to the car. Then it was snooze city.
Six Flags Hurricane Harbor
26101 Magic Mountain Parkway
Valencia, CA 91355