Twisted Travel Tale
One of the most fantastically unfortunate tragic summer camp trips ever was the time I went to Blizzard Beach with my summer camp group last year. My mother was forcing my sister and I to go to summer camp for one whole week. After Monday, we had a substitute supervisor because our normal one was sick.
On Wednesday our group was scheduled to go to the Blizzard Beach water park. So we all loaded up into our van that we used to go on little “field trips” around town. Well all but one of us left, one of the younger kids, about eleven, was using the restroom at the time of our departure. Our sub supervisor didn’t realize this fact until we were traveling on the highway. The van full of anxious kids spun around in a wildly dangerous U-turn, throwing us all to one side of the van and nearly tipping us over. So after an hour of cowering by himself in the boy’s bathroom the kid was reunited with the group.
The journey to Blizzard Beach was marked by many hazards in the road. Potholes, road kill, debris, you name it, we ran it over. About halfway through the trip, the somewhat “overweight” supervisor began to shift in her seat. This in turn caused the whole van to shake and sway to the sides, which for some unknown reason was blamed on me. The funny part about that is that I was asleep at the time of the swaying. You can imagine my dilemma; waking up to an angry van driver accusing you of something you never knew even occurred. To say the least I was a bit frazzled by this incident and my dislike for the supervisor began to fester inside of me.
Somehow, we made it to Blizzard Beach safely and the four hours at the park went by without a problem, except for the kid who was previously left behind getting an inner tube stuck on his head. Waterlogged and tired we all trudged back to the van. However, one joker thought it would be funny to hide inside the park and force the supervisor to come find him. But this did not happen; our supervisor somehow failed to perform a proper head count, and didn’t even realize the boy had slipped away. When we came back to get him an hour later, the Blizzard Beach Staff refused to release him without a parent or legal guardian there, it must have been there policy. This infuriated our already boiling mad supervisor. She lost her cool and started yelling like a monkey who just found a stash of bananas. This behavior however resulted in her arrest for physically assaulting one of the police officer’s who was attempting to calm her down. My parents were then forced to drive 3 hours round trip to pick up my sister and I from the park. All in all, it was a crazy and definitely memorable trip caused by the incompetence of a substitute driver, and her lack of supervision.