nighttime corn mazin' at the marini corn maze in ipswitch, ma with alicia and rebecca.
0-20min: fun wandering. high morale
20-30min: helping people who had been in the maze for four hours, allegedly, try to find their way out. they assume i'm canadian because i'm helping, for some reason. their distress damages morale. food, water low.
30-50min: fun wandering moderate morale. signs of 'maze madness' starting to take root in the more susceptible team members
50-55min: desperate attempt to convince crossover bridge attend to let us drop down onto path leading out. hope those people i directed here had better luck. morale low
55-1.10min: direct retreat obeying local ordinances. we eat rebecca.
1:10-1:12min: course evaluation at final map decoder. morale takes a hit in the mud fields
1:12-1:26min: rapid victory/psychological trauma
you get a map at the beginning, but it's obscured with that old-school cereal box trick - it's written in blue, but covered with random red noise. at four points in the maze there were stands with transparent red acrylic that would could temporarily read the map. fortunately, they also gave you crayon to write out left-right directions at each point. one valuable lesson learned - call every intersection either left or right, not straight. unless it's a 4-way intersection, it just complicates things to figure out what past-you meant by straight.
also, headlamps apparently aren't normal to normal people. definitely heard someone say 'follow that miner, he sounds like he knows what he's doing'.
it's a touch on the linear side, but it would make for some totally bitchin' (dare i say, cornmazin') night o. quickroute to follow. bam!