Okay, I'll admit it: This was the first year that I actually became lost in the annual CSI Corn Maze.
In my defense the 11 year olds ditched me and I was letting my 3 year old son Jack navigate, but this was the first time I couldn’t find the exit. It’s frustrating—not to the point where I needed to call 911 like that family in Massachusetts—but a lot of fun!
CSI’s Horticulture Club have outdone themselves this year. The maze is challenging and filled with dead ends—or as my son Jack called them “bad ends”—straw bales, and a lot of long, winding paths.