On Monday night a family got so lost inside a 7-acre cornfield maze in Danvers, Massachusetts that they had to call the police to rescue them. The couple was still trapped in the maze at Connors Farm an hour after closing, and when it started getting dark they called the police. The mother told the 911 dispatcher, "I don't know what made us do this ... I never took my daughter out, this is the first time. Never again. This is embarrassing." With the help of police dogs, authorities located the family and guided them out of the maze.
One of my favorite places to go on holiday as a child was called Puzzling World. It's just outside of Wanaka, on the South Island of New Zealand. Picture the nerdiest theme park ever: it's dedicated to life-sized optical illusions, puzzles, mazes, holograms, thought experiments, and the like, and it's run by a dude who calls himself Professor Puzzle. At the center is a huge — and not just when-I-was-a-kid-it-looked-huge, it's got over a mile of passages, towers, bridges, stairs, and Professor Puzzle redesigns it every few years to keep it interesting — labyrinth-style maze.
Last time I went home, I talked two friends into going through the maze with me. We split up, and when I finished, in about 45 minutes, Friend 1 was waiting for me at the exit. About 20 minutes later, we started betting on how much longer it would take Friend 2 to appear. Physically, he was so close that we could hear him, but he was hopelessly lost. Twenty minutes after that, the park closed; the employees told us Friend 2 was welcome to take as long as he wanted to finish. Friend 2 refused to take any of the exit doors. About a half an hour after that — nearly two hours after we had started — he finally stumbled out into the courtyard where we were waiting. It was getting dark out. In conclusion, mazes are awesome, but also not to be fucked with.