The alarm goes off at 4:30 a.m., and I’m instantly cranky. Ten hours in the car with the kids should help. We can’t find Will’s birth certificate, and our chances of getting into Canada are now questionable. Whose idea was this anyway?
Route 80 in Pennsylvania is long, boring, and sprinkled with endearing attractions like dead deer in various stages of decay. Watching Sam with his headphones on rapping to Eminem provides some entertainment, but soon even that loses its charm. An iPhone app called Best Road Trip Ever alerts me that we are approaching the home of the World’s Largest Hamburger. Now it’s a party.
Football and a Pedicure
We arrived in North Canton, OH, road weary but cheerful. What do you do on a Saturday night in this land of strip malls and chain restaurants? We, um, went to the mall. Will got a haircut, I got a pedicure, Sam and Scott got smoothies.
On Sunday morning, we were at the Pro Football Hall of Fame before opening and tossed the ole pigskin (well, Nerf) around on the HOF field. I love football, but I’ll admit that I wasn’t sure how many game jerseys and commemorative films I could take. I needn’t have worried. The Hall was awesome—cool exhibits, lots of Patriots stuff, and blessedly few Jets fans.
From Canton we were on our way north to Sandusky, OH, home to roller coaster mecca, Cedar Point.
The minute my feet hit the sand I knew I was going to like this place. On the beach, which was right outside of our hotel room, you could gaze out on Lake Erie, or face inland and see some the best roller coasters on the planet. It’s unique, for sure. We ate dinner at a lakeside restaurant, watched the sunset, and ended the night soaking in one of several, large outdoor hot tubs.
Roller Coasters Make Me Feel Young (and Old)
Cedar Point has more roller coasters than I’d ever seen. They ranged from speedy to absolutely terrifying. Guess which ones Sam and Will wanted to go on? I’m convinced I lost years off my life, but it was worth it. Highest, fastest, longest—you name it, we did it. Zero to 120 mph in 3.8 seconds? OK. Spin, swing, and be flung hundreds of feet in the air? Why not.
It was an exhilarating day but exhausting. Scott and I started trading stories about our bodies in revolt by midday. At 7 p.m. we were searching for coffee and Advil. We limped out of the park past 9 o’clock with Will still begging for more.
No worries, we assured him, we’re doing it all over again tomorrow.