On arrival, the place turned out to be even more Butlins than first suspected. There was mini golf, and bingo, and fire pits where you could toast marshmallows. Soon any thoughts of getting out and seeing the area dissolved in the lazy river and various water slides.
The highlight for me was the escape room. I'd done these before, and they'd always involved annoying stuff like solving logic puzzles and working together, but this child-focused one tasked us with performing a chicken dance. Pete even volunteered to complete the karaoke challenge, leaving me to question his parentage given I'm too embarrassed even to sing in the shower.
Sadly it was all cut short by the need to come back to Houston to do things like go to work and start First Grade. Otherwise known as "the start of Dad's real vacation..."
Remember the Alamo!
San Antonio river walk.
A different, slightly cleaner river at the hotel.
(Artificial) tropical paradise!
Bingo!
The room had all the equipment for frozen margaritas (we had to supply the booze).
Toasting s'mores, although it was hot enough just to leave them outside and wait a few minutes.
Stepping up for karaoke, and singing like an angel, at the Alice In Wonderland-themed escape room.
Tweedledum and Tweedle-dumber.
A little mini golf to complete the holiday camp activities.
Finally, evidence that Hannah can, now and again, leave Chevron behind and relax.
