I’m pretty sure that when the kids are adults they will think it was cool that we visited Hoover Dam; they might even thank me, though I’m not holding my breath. That said, Hoover Dam wasn’t the highlight of our trip that I thought it would be. It’s not that there was anything wrong with the dam or that it wasn’t spectacular or even that it wasn’t big enough to receive a few ooooohs and aaaahs.
Probably the problem with Hoover Dam was me. You see, I enjoyed it, and I wanted to read about it . . . and I wanted to know what on earth it was that we were looking at. Then on the tour, I thought it was cool that we were 500 feet below the top of the dam and really wanted to hear how much concrete was between me and Lake Mead, which took something crazy, like six years, to fill! Finally, I also really enjoyed the 30’s design element – so classic. The kids wanted to see it, and then they wanted to move.on.already.
Or maybe the problem was the traffic. We sat in the car a long time before we got to the parking, so despite the snack in the car by the time we had parked and started the tour the kids were already saying they were hungry. I mostly think they were bored. I almost always have snacks along, but that time I didn’t, and you couldn’t eat on the tour anyway. But by the time the tour was over, one might have thought that they were all going to die of starvation at any minute. (Mind you, they sure didn’t act like this during the time that they played with the computer simulated house at the little museum; then they were just fine, thankyouverymuch!)
Then, instead of waiting in horrible, horrible traffic to cross the dam by car, we thought it would be fun to walk across the dam to Arizona. The kids did think it was cool, but they got to Arizona (not that far away, really) and were not so interested in walking back. We crossed the road, and I attempted to add to the effects by pointing out that instead of seeing the dam when they looked down, now they could see Lake Mead. They said, “Oh,” and kept on walking. I stopped and took pictures.
When we got to the state border, the kids were slightly impressed; they might have even said something like, “That’s cool.” However, that did NOT mean they were going to happily pose for the picture.
After that picture, we walked to the car and ate lunch right there in the parking garage.
On our way back home, we stopped at a little park. The kids piled out and played a while. It was so nice to sit in the sun and watch. (Read: It is was nice to sit in the sun and hear no one complaining at me.)