I took a half day off last Friday. SuperPizzaBoy had Fall Break and we wanted to do something fun. It was a wonderful warm, dry, Fall Day so we wanted to do something fun outside. We decided we would go to the Corn Maize at 321st east and 61 street, way out east of Broken Arrow in the middle of nowhere.

We had a blast. We went through the maize twice (that is how they spell it, I know it is not standard). SPB had to be enticed, threatened, lied to, whatever, to do it a second time.

The big attraction for a child with autism at the Maize is the corn crib. It is a big wooden box filled with corn kernal. It is usually full of kids. SPB absolutely loves it. It has to do with sensory issues, another thing about Autism that I find fascinating. I don’t understand it but how things feel, taste, smell, sound, and look profoundly affect these kids. They either react positively or negatively to the stimulation. The effect can be dramatic. SPB loves the corn crib. The stimulation on his skin puts him in a state of relaxation and he gets all smiles. I think it feels great also. So does Sweetie.

Sweetie and SPB in the corn crib.

And then, a special treat for Dad. The other two let me go find a couple of geocaches. The first was called “Bluegill Crossing”. It is at the very east end of 71st street where it runs into the Verdigris River. There is a huge lock and dam there, part of the Kerr McLellan waterway that makes the Tulsa Port of Catoosa the most inland seaport in the United States.

Sweetie and SPB stayed in the truck while I found it. I got scratched and bug bit while finding it. It hadn’t been found since June. I loved it.

The second cache was a cemetery cache, “Oak Grove Cemetery” in the community of New Tulsa. SPB didn’t think that New Tulsa was as nice as old Tulsa. As my one or two readers know, I love cemetery caches. This didn’t disappoint. Lots of very young people are buried here.

Then, on to Bixby for some Freshberry. Except that SPB didn’t have any berries in his freshberry. That’s part of the sensory thing I wrote about earlier. In fact he wouldn’t sit at our table he move on down a ways

An amaizing day off.