We recently announced our 2013 Ask-A-Mom (and dads)—our resident parent experts who provide their tips and tricks for a great trip to the lodge. Over the coming weeks, we are going to introduce you to each of them and give you a look at why they love Great Wolf Lodge. Today, meet Chris Wilkinson—husband, father of two and award-winning Broadcast Photojournalist.
This is a true story—you just can't make this stuff up. On a recent trip to Dallas we decided to try the “other" resort across the street from the Great Wolf Lodge. As we got close our boys knew where they were. They sat up in their seats. They put the iPad down. (You know something is good when the iPad goes down.) They were getting excited and then Dad starts to turn left. "NO!" screamed Quinn at the top of his little 5 year old lungs. "This way! This way!" his tiny finger pointing to the right.
It's not that we had a bad time at the massive resort across the street; we just didn't have a REALLY good time like we do when we go to the Great Wolf Lodge. The massive resort was TOO massive. The pool area was fun but TOO far away. They CHARGE both a resort fee AND for parking.
We love the FREE parking. We love the friendly staff. We love the hidden items we discover with each visit. We love helping new families understand the quest starts down the hall and then goes up the stairs. We love the fun rooms. But most of all we LOVE watching our boys bounce around, slide, swim, climb and sleep peacefully in their bunk beds surrounded by critters.
On our next trip to Dallas we drove down the same highway. Took the same exit. The boys started to notice where we were. There was tension. "Where are we going?" asked the older brother Calvin. "It's a surprise" I answered. They both sunk into their seats. Defeated. I turned on my blinker. Celebration erupted. "YEAH!", declared Quinn, "We're going right Calvin! We're going right!"
The rest of the weekend was filled with fun, magic, splashing, snacks, games, prizes and two boys who fell asleep with wands clutched in their sweet little hands. We learned a valuable lesson that weekend—always turn right at the light!