That one was a lot of fun, and not at all as scary as us two ride-cowards thought it would be. Our height-trophobia didn’t get the better of us with it, and the ride gave us a 360-degree appreciation of all kinds of cool California landmarks. We both gave it a thumbs-up and swore to save time tomorrow for another try, even if it meant another long line-stand.
The monorail was another good overview, and our morning thrill-ride was the Matterhorn racers. After they’d peeled me off the handrails, we treated ourselves to coffee and New Orleans-style fritters.
The boys joined us for lunch, and we all took a pool break before heading back to the parks mid-afternoon. Norbert met a man from Calgary who put us up to date on the flooding and rail disaster that we’d lost track of once we crossed the Canada-US border.
More rides in the afternoon, and lots and lots of people-watching. There certainly is a lot to take in…somehow it all makes me want to run and run and run, and eat salad every day for the rest of my life.
It's a hot humid day, and people are wearing some pretty interesting get-ups.
Fireworks tonight were spectacular - the boys missed out; they were all played out for the day, but somehow managed to drag themselves down to the pool just one more time before 10 pm closing. We’ll hit the park for early opening one more time tomorrow - water-ride, MAYBE Space Mountain for us (if I can find that Valium I packed), and the World of Color light show in the evening. As Pat said to me, you just have to make up your mind to be 12 when you walk through the Disney gates, and somehow it all falls into place.
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