My Very Hoosier Holiday

At one point, I tried very hard to prove to my husband that the definition of the term "hoosier" meant someone from Indiana. I looked it up online and in our dictionary and, much to my horror, not only does the term hoosier mean from Indiana, in the Americas it has been a derogatory term meaning hick or hayseed since the 1800s. Fabulous. There goes that theory.

Anyway, last weekend we went on a vacation to Holiday World, an amusement park smack dab in the middle of almost-nowhere, Indiana. And it was fabulous. We stayed in an RV at the nearby campground. Said RV had about eleventy-billion (well, four) bunkbeds, a queen-sized bed and a king-sized bed. We really didn't need that many beds - there were four of us - but we did need the king-sized bed because, as we predicted, we all wound up in the same bed at some point during the night.

The vacation was awesome. Not only is Holiday World perfect for younger kids (I think much moreso than Disney, which is a whole different, my larger, kind of awesome), the park was really family friend and very clean. Oh, and extremely cheap, which is great considering that I'm looking for work.

We had a fire in the fire pit both nights, which was a riot for the kids. There were other kids in RVs nearby, too, so we had about 7 kids running around barefoot in their pajamas, tackling each other a few feet away from us while we relaxed with our junk food before falling into bed, smelling of wood smoke. It was way too cold to enjoy Splashin' Safari, the water park attached to Holiday World, but the whole experience was definitely something we'd like to do again.

So, if you're looking for a Very Hoosier Holiday, I'd strongly recommend Holiday World in Santa Claus, Indiana. So there.