Alice's Attic: Okoboji fun house not easily forgotten
January 28. 2014 12:58PM
Has anyone been to Okoboji? Traveling in a new Rambler? Well, we have. We may have had only $7 spending money, but we had a new Rambler with fold-down seats. It cost us about $2,500, but in three years we had it paid off!
It was the day to head out for Okoboji, and we all "gussied up" and put a few quarters in our pockets to save for the Fun House. That was the admission – 25 cents. You could spend the whole day there.
I packed a big lunch; gathered what we needed for the young'uns, and off we went for our vacation. The kids were very excited and they were ready for a big trip and a day of fun.
Driving 100 miles, we finally arrived safely in our new Rambler. We found a good spot under a shade tree where we could eat our lunch later.
We watched Scott on the first ride, the merry-go-round, then, headed to the rollercoaster! Did you know that old, wooden monster is still there? We saw it a few years ago traveling to Iowa with friends.
Well, we were finally ready to venture over to the Fun House. Shaking in our boots, we weren't sure what awaited us. Coming in the door, a big rush of air practically blew us straight up – not a good thing if wearing a dress. The route took us over to the very long slide where you sat on a rug going down and then your feet slammed on the wall in front of you. There was a lot of screaming and laughing.
Of course, Doug won out when they climbed into the rolling "King of the Mountain," pushing everyone off the middle cylinder. More screaming.
Now – here is where things got a little hairy – we approached the rolling barrel, looking very cautiously into it, watching lots of kids running through it. Our kids took off, also running through it several times looking like ballet dancers.
It looked simple so I tried it. And as soon as I put one foot in, I fell. And I kept falling. I absolutely could not stand up and I was sure that I was doomed to live in a rolling barrel for the rest of my life.
Dave reached in to get me, but he also fell from side to side, with our few remaining coins flying out of his pockets. Strange kids were grabbing for it. I was screaming for help and all I could see was our three kids with outreached arms trying to grab me as I finally relented to crawling out.
I wasn't able to breathe or talk, never mind trying to eat our delicious lunch, while sitting in our Rambler in the shade of the old oak tree.
Our trip home was much more quiet than when we drove down. But, man, did we have fun.