A couple of weeks ago our family made our inaugural pilgrimage to Great Wolf Lodge. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but these types of places generally stress me out. I can handle the noise of screaming kids, but it’s the never ending hum of pool equipment, the bells and whistles of the arcade, and the animated talking animals that can be a bit taxing on a person. (Do the wolves in the lobby really need to howl every five minutes?) And while you can try to convince yourself that public pools aren’t gross, your first siting of a Band Aid floating by will tell you otherwise.
