The Spectacle That is Seven Peaks

We made the ritualistic journey to Seven Peaks today. For those of you who are not yet aware, we are no longer allowed to bring in food and drinks into the park, forcing me to have no choice but to roll up our bananas in our towels and smuggling them in our swim bag. I have yet to be caught. And since it is doubtful that any Seven Peaks' security personnel will be reading this, I plan to never be caught for the duration of this season. Therefore, my smuggled produce is safe. For now.

This change in policy has been in effect for the entirety of the season. It is also posted on their website and so I don't get it when I show up at the gate (with my rolled up bananas safely stowed in the towels) and people holding their season passes are outraged that they have to stash their coolers in the outside lockers. Today I was especially perplexed when a woman was rolling her cooler away while grumbling to herself, "Last week I had to do the same thing!" Huh? If she had to store her crap last week, why the hell did she bring it again this week?

There is a lot that is swimsuit spectacular at Seven Peaks. However, that just reveals the dark side of my personality and I'm not sure if I am quite ready to unleash that unsuspectingly on the world. In other words, I am quite shocked at how mean I really am when I go there. The thoughts that enter my head are horrifyingly horrible. The good news is, I suppose, is that I don't let them come tumbling out of my mouth and so by not vocalizing them, these unkind thoughts really aren't, well, real.

Regardless, Seven Peaks just wouldn't be the same with out the Botox wonders or the silicone crimes against humanity. Nor would it be just right if we didn't see the perplexing tan lines that remind us of life-sized jigsaw puzzles. For every one "normal" person at Seven Peaks there are five more "not so much" people to take his or her place. And that is what makes it so charming.