{"id":321,"date":"2008-07-05T21:35:00","date_gmt":"2008-07-06T01:35:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.contrapositivediary.com\/?p=321"},"modified":"2009-01-14T17:52:14","modified_gmt":"2009-01-14T21:52:14","slug":"sploosh","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.contrapositivediary.com\/?p=321","title":{"rendered":"Sploosh!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"center\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.duntemann.com\/waterpark.jpg\" height=\"427\" width=\"569\"><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">We&apos;re at the Chula Vista Resort in the Wisconsin Dells               for a short family vacation, and I think I&apos;ve identified the first               significant cultural contribution of the 21st century: the large-scale               water park. I&apos;m not talking about a pool with a single slide, or               even two slides. I&apos;m talking about a fifteen-acre indoor\/outdoor               complex with twelve separate water slides, some easily fifty feet               high, with coils of people pipes that go outside the building and               then come in again, some in several different loops. One slide even               has a Men In Black 2 style &#8220;flusher&#8221; at the end. There               is a sort of aquatic roller-coaster-in-a-garden-hose, and a short,               simple flume that pretty much drops you vertically for about thirty               feet. I looked around, and I boggled\u2014but then I started having               fun.<\/p>\n<p>It&apos;s a species of fun that simply didn&apos;t exist when I was a kid.               We were delirious to have a simple swimming pool or even a muddy               lake to paddle around in. I think I frst saw a water slide when               I was thirty-five. And I have never seen anything even remotely               like this. There is constant motion (much of it from incalculable               numbers of eight-year-olds) and water pouring, squirting, and spraying               everywhere, in every direction at once. Buckets of many sizes, from               a gallon or two up to a multihundred something the size of a hot               tub, slowly fill while on pivots, and when the buckets fill, they               tip over and dump their loads on anyone who happens to be below.               There&apos;s a zero-depth baby pool, a one-foot deep toddler pool, a               four-foot-deep activity pool for preteens, a hot tub for exhausted               old guys, and a very interesting thing called a &#8220;lazy river,&#8221;               which is a linear pool about two feet deep and eight wide, propelled               into slow motion by angled jets in the walls. You grab an inner               tube as one drifts by, and just lie on your back and follow the               flow around the periphery of the complex. Carol very bravely tried               every single water slide in the place, spurred on by our strapping               twentysomething nephews and their svelte, althletic girlfriends.               I did the bunny slides and the &#8220;croc walk,&#8221; which is a               pool across which you go by hanging from a suspended net while stepping               on floating faux alligator body sections. I myself was never one               for thrill rides, and I deeply admire my beautiful wife for being               wiling to shoot through pipes at thirty miles an hour.<\/p>\n<p>One fascinating thing about our Fourth of July day at the water               park was how international it all was. We had chairs next to a group               of people speaking a Slavic language (Russian? I can&apos;t tell) and               Carol&apos;s mom heard more than one group speaking Polish. A pair of               guys were speaking French on the elevator with us, and I know enough               German to identify it when I hear it. Lots of Spanish, and possibly               Portuguese. Many Asian families were there, including one whom I               suspect were Phillipinos speaking Tagalog. A group of young Black               folks were in the hot tub with us for awhile, speaking a language               that was like nothing I had ever heard. Clearly, the Wisconsin Dells               is a global draw, which I found interesting, since when last I looked               the Dells were kind of like Las Vegas without hookers. On the other               hand, the last time I looked was in 1961, and the really big thrill               was riding an Army-surplus amphibious truck on now-defunct Lake               Delton. (The Delton vista was a little surreal: acres of mud, sand,               and century-old tree stumps where Tommy Bartlett&apos;s skiers used to               roam.) But it makes sense: The States is a cheap date these days,               and all those good people from overseas were throwing cubic meters               of money into the local economy.<\/p>\n<p>We spent the evening at a local park, tossing a frisbee around               while waiting for a pretty spectacular fireworks display. We saluted               the birth of the American idea, which has seen better and worse               over the years. We survived the Civil War. We survived the Depression.               We will survive $5 gasoline. <\/p>\n<p>The American idea is not over. It has not failed. It has not even               fully matured. I&apos;m not, in fact, sure that anyone entirely understands               it\u2014but I <i>will<\/i> celebrate it, for what has been and for               what is yet to be, now and forever, amen.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We&apos;re at the Chula Vista Resort in the Wisconsin Dells for a short family vacation, and I think I&apos;ve identified the first significant cultural contribution of the 21st century: the large-scale water park. I&apos;m not talking about a pool with a single slide, or even two slides. 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