Reid and I made it to the waterpark at 8:35 on Friday morning, having left Ken to pack up our stuff. It never ceases to surprise me how much stuff we seem to accumulate in hotel rooms but he volunteered for the task. For the first half hour, Reid and I were the only people in the waterpark, other than the 20 or so lifeguards on duty. Ken said it was like that on Thursday, too but I hadn’t noticed. First, Reid had to close the doors of the lockers – all of them, at least 25 or 30 that I’m reasonably sure that someone had carefully opened at some point. She gets that door-closing impulse from me, although I am outgrowing it now that I have given the obsession to Ken.
Reid decided to try the “beach” pool when the waves were turned off. When the started she almost drowned me in her attempts to get up out of the waves. The lifeguard had said there was a siren before the waves started but I didn’t hear one. We splashed and floated and played basketball (with a small boost, Reid could slam dunk) and I had Reid put her arms around my neck and kick her legs while I swam under the water. I think my dad did that with me when I was small. Ken came to get us at 9:45 so that we could take in one more forest friends show. Reid was once again excited to see Wiley but wouldn’t shake his hand or give him a hug. She did wave, though. With a couple more luggage cart rides, we collected our bags and checked out. I made Ken and Reid sit for a couple of photos and then we headed for Wheatley.