....Continued
We met up with the others and, in light of AR’s mental state, we decided to do maybe
one more thing and then head back to the resort. I thought the kids would want to go to
DinoLand, or perhaps
ITTBAB, but they surprised me by suggesting
Kali River Rapids! Then Ed surprised me further my seconding the motion! Wow, we hadn’t done
KRR in a very long time, no one ever wanted to get wet! Now, here they were begging for it and I hadn’t even brought ponchos!
Well, we were right there in Asia, after all.….but what about Aunt Rae? There was no way she would be doing that ride! I think that maybe she had settled down to the point where she was feeling a bit self-conscious about the bird-poop-freak-out because she was absolutely adamant that we all go and that she would be fine. We had been standing near the Gibbon habitat and she said that she wanted to just sit there and watch them play.
I hesitated, but Ed did as she requested and parked her in a spot where she would have a good view. Then, he made sure that her cell phone was on and he gathered us up, One! Two! Three! And we were off to the
KRR queue.
While we were waiting, we tried to talk out of earshot of the kids. Difficult, I know. (Little pitchers have big handles.) As I had suspected, AR had been crying (again) to Ed that she was spoiling our vacation and she regretted being such a burden, etc., etc. So when she sent us off to “have fun,” he did not want her to feel worse by saying no.
The thing that
I was regretting at that moment was the fact that we were about to get soaked and I was not prepared with ponchos!

How could I have anticipated that the family that formerly eschewed
KRR now wanted to take a wild and wet ride down the rapids?
Waiting for a raft:
Yeah, these are the smart people who brought ponchos!
Oh, shoot! We had completely forgotten that there was a fire scene in this attraction. Billy is afraid of fire! He covered his eyes and whimpered a little when the smell of smoke was at it’s heaviest, but otherwise, he did all right and we were soon past it.
Oh, but then came the wet part! And, wouldn’t you know it? Ed and Billy were the ones to go backwards down the hill and get hit by the big wave of water!
Poor Billy is soaked!
And then, just when you think you are “safe,” those stinkers on the bridge get you with the squirting elephants! (See the stream of water shooting over us in the picture, above?)
Afterwards, Tricia had us stop on the bridge so she could give some payback! Billy didn’t quite get the same enjoyment as she did….all he kept saying was, “He’s wet!” (Meaning himself.) We shook our hair and I took his shirt off to wring it out a bit….he and Ed had really been drenched. They really smelled of Disney Water! The funny thing was that as we were sloshing down the path to meet AR, people were heading toward the queue and smiling at us, giving us the thumbs up sign when they saw how wet we were! I didn’t mind (too much), it was a warm afternoon and we were on our way out of the park.
Mental note, however: always bring ponchos to the parks.
Always!
We collected Aunt Rae, who was amazed that we had enjoyed getting soaked, and she reported that all the gibbons must have been napping, save one. This was the only primate who was out and about the entire time:
Look closely in the center…
Well, it seemed like a good time to wrap things up at the AK. Billy was really fixated on his wet shirt and, since it was just too hot to put his sweatshirt on him, we decided to stop at the
Island Mercantile to get him a new one. I was glad for the excuse. He had that “Tigger, is that you?” t-shirt with Pooh and the tiger from our previous trip, but had outgrown it. I love that shirt, so I got him a new one in a larger size.
This is a very difficult shop from which to extricate one’s self. Even Aunt Rae fell under the shopping spell and we browsed around for a good twenty minutes or so. I must’ve bought more than the shirt, but I forget now. Sorry, shopaholics!
Anyway, Billy was happy as a lark now that he was no longer wearing a soggy shirt. We strolled along, admiring the sights (and avoiding potential overhanging bird perches) in the Oasis. We returned AR’s chair, then, before we knew it, we were out at the bus stop waiting for our motor coach. What a day it had been! I leaned over toward Ed and whispered how much I was looking forward to our “date” at
Artist Point that evening, and he agreed.
We got back to the
Wilderness Lodge and AR must’ve been feeling a bit like her old self, because she still did this on the way back:
Next up: A Night of Romance...or Not
Kathy