Vacation: Days 7-11
This was not on our original itinerary, but not much of this trip has been so we’re even. But after telling the kids we were going to spend the day at Hershey Park, a chocolate-themed amusement park, and not staring at stale vending machine candy bars in a mechanic’s waiting room, the look of sheer joy that returned to their faces was well worth the detour. (Although I still think the greatest thrill rides of the trip were in various tow trucks across the southern United States.)
That is not to say that Hershey doesn’t come with its own set of quirky happenstances that are contributing to my exhaustive camping education. For instance, I can probably trace back the origin of the Reese’s cup right from this very campground. The campsites are so painfully close together that I bet someone’s chocolate got into a neighbor’s peanut butter during just a stiff wind. (Look for a toasted marshmallow/grilled hot dog confection from Hershey’s very soon.)
I also can assure you firsthand that the cocoa beans in Hershey products are of the freshest variety. I know this because the freight train that carries them passes within 50 feet of our camper several times a night between the hours of 10 p.m. and 6 a.m. It sounds like a freight train coming within 50 feet of our camper several times a night between the hours of 10 p.m. and 6 a.m.
Tracey Henry, the Suburban Diva
[Photo: Associated Press of kids at Hershey's Chocolate World]