Wednesday, May 26, 2010
A Guest's Fondest Memory of Woodloch...
Woodloch is a place where my family retreats to spend quality time together. Our Woodloch trips are synonymous with good times and relaxation. We have shared so much laughter together and made so many great memories over the past 13 years of traveling up to Woodloch, so it is hard to pick just one memory to write about.
I usually travel up to Woodloch with my boyfriend and my parents. For years, I had constantly raved about how wonderful this resort is and how much fun I have when I go up there. My friends would always say, “Wow, that sounds like fun!” but I never felt like they truly understood what Woodloch is all about. In November of 2009, my good friend Samantha was able to take the trip up to Hawley with us to experience Woodloch. She was really anticipating the trip; we were both having very rough semesters at school and were in dire need of some fun.
Samantha fell in love with Woodloch the moment we arrived. She remarked about how beautiful the whole resort was and about how many activities were scheduled. My boyfriend Adam and I kept saying, “We gotta go on the haunted hayride!” We had been on the haunted hayride a few years back and had so much fun. Samantha was excited about the hayride. “I love scary stuff!” she said. Eric, one of the bartenders, was kind enough to call and make a 7:30 hayride reservation for my family.
After much anticipation, 7:30 finally arrived. When we arrived at the main lodge, my mother said, “I’m going to get a cup of coffee and relax in the lobby.” Samantha was confused. “Mrs. Elliott, why aren’t you coming on the hayride?” she asked. My mother explained that she doesn’t like scary rides and that she would prefer to relax in the warmth of the lobby.
Samantha, Adam, my father and I waited by the nightclub along with the rest of the hay riders. When our group was finally called, we hopped onto the bus and started the journey to the hayride. Samantha kept saying, “Oh my gosh, I’m really scared.” I said, “Are you kidding me? It’s a lot of fun. Just keep in mind that this whole thing is done by the Woodloch staff. They are not going to hurt you.” We finally arrived at the beginning of the hayride and sat in the truck. After a friendly “Boo!” and safety talk from Joey, we were on our way. Samantha said, “This doesn’t seem so bad.” Well…she spoke too soon.
As soon as we got into the thick of the woods, someone jumped out of the bushes and Samantha screamed at the top of her lungs. She threw herself into the middle of the truck and kept screaming. Of course, this only egged on the people who were working the hayride. I grabbed Samantha and pulled her back up onto her seat. Adam, my father and I were laughing hysterically. It was so funny to see a 21-year-old girl ridiculously scared, while there were older children on the ride who were laughing and enjoying themselves. Needless to say, she was scared out of her mind for the rest of the ride. Every time someone even moved, Samantha would scream. About halfway through, she said, “Mr. Elliott, can I hold your hand? I can’t take this anymore!” She held my father’s hand for the duration of the ride. My father, Adam and I laughed the entire time. Of course, we had a nice story to tell my mother when we got back to the lodge. My mother defended Samantha, saying, “Well, at least she went! It’s okay Samantha, I would’ve been crying if I were you.” My father, Adam and I just laughed at her for the rest of the night.
The haunted hayride is one of Adam’s, my father’s and my favorite seasonal activities at Woodloch. I’m not sure Samantha can say the same!
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