
Day one started with a not-so-approved trip down the flooded West Canada Creek. Me, my brother, and sister-in-law went down at dusk in three separate tubes tied together with rope so we wouldn't lose each other in the rapids. How could we have possibly been any safer?!
I was given the tiniest tube of the three - they felt that would be good enough for me. Almost immediately, the tiny tube started losing air. Then right after that, the rapids brought us into the path of an overhanging tree and I flipped out of the tiny tube. From that point on, I was on my stomach on the deflated tube trying not to destroy my knees on the rocks in the shallow rapids.

I couldn't help since I was trying to get untangled. Rick couldn't help because he was further downstream chasing after Christine's lost shoe. And naturally, this happened right in front of my parents' motorhome as they were watching us go by. They were kind of annoyed over the whole thing. That's how the long weekend started.
Day two is when most of the area had flood warnings. There was nothing to do. So me and my brother thought a brilliant idea would be to drive 90 minutes to Lake George and go to the Great Escape Indoor Waterpark. The park's got a bunch of cool slides, a surfing attraction, and a lazy river (which my brother and Dad love turning into a demolition derby).
We managed to go around the lazy river three times before the power went out and the entire place shut down for the day. It was a total of fifteen awesome minutes at the waterpark after over three hours driving roundtrip & $250 for tickets for the seven of us. Yeah, my parents were having the time of their lives at that point. I'm kind of thinking they'd be insane to take any more trip suggestions from my brother or me.
For the record, the park couldn't refund us our money that day since all the power was out (can't really do credit card refunds without power). But later on, they called and refunded the money completely. That is awesome customer service!



For day four, I contemplated going home by way of Massachusetts to do the alpine slide (yes, the total wrong direction, but that's usually how I do things). But the roads were still flooded that way, so I decided to just head home. But before leaving Herkimer, I needed to eat at the local diner. So we all went down to Crazy Otto's Empire Diner.
If you're ever driving down the 90 and pass the Herkimer exit, get off and eat there!


That's why I love diners. The food's almost always good and no one is ever strangers there. I mean, I don't ever just talk to people I don't know. I barely talk to people I do know. So this is really only something that would happen in a cool diner.


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