If you think that Wild Waves is basically just an aquatic version of a carnie fair, filled with loose-screwed Twirly-Gigs and Vomitorium Octopuses and populated by the kind of people who have lower-back tattoos of the Batman logo and give zero fucks about “designated smoking areas,” then you’d be right. But for a Midwest transplant like me, that’s a welcome and familiar taste of the old dirt. Moreover! Wild Waves is one of the few semi-dangerous experiences you can still have in the greater Seattle area. That’s worth something.
I decided to check out the water park on a recent Monday. I arrived at 3:30 p.m., which was two and a half hours before closing. Wait times are probably longer on weekends and in July and August. Also, I didn’t ride all the rides…
