Episode 3 - Vertigo, Nemo, & Burgers. OH MY!
After making our way down Main Street USA and stopping for the obligatory gawk at Cinderella’s Castle, our party headed to the right. JOY! We were hittin’ up Tomorrowland! I am a huge Sci-Fi/Space fan, so Tomorrowland has long been a favorite land or happy place.
We queued up at the first attraction we came to: American Journeys in Circle Vision 360. There seemed to be quite a few people ahead of us, but my uncle assured us that being in the middle of the line was preferable on this attraction as it offered the best viewing location.
We soon entered the theater and scored a spot near the center of the room. Rock On! Having spent a few years in West Texas, I couldn’t help but notice the similarity the place bore to a cattle chute. The film soon began and I was completely enthralled.
We rode with a wagon train, flew over New York City, went white-water rafting, stomped to some bluegrass (well, some of us anyway), skied down a mountain, and nearly fell off the balcony at the Library of Congress.
Once the show ended, we headed back out and I discovered that I was walking somewhat askew. In order to go in a straight line, I had to steer a bit to port. Luckily the vertigo was short lived, and by the time we queued up for If You Could Fly, I was fully recovered.
If You Could Fly was my first attraction featuring an Omni-Mover and I was mighty impressed by the whole thing. The attraction itself was a bit hokey, but I still loved it. I was especially enamored with being sucked into a jet engine. I also loved the takeoff simulation at the very end.
Still feeling the need for flight, we crossed the street and queued up for Mission to Mars. We had to wait a couple of cycles to get into the attraction, but I remember it going fairly quickly. When we first lined up we were just inside the doors, and after the next cycle, we had a great view of Mission Control. This was my first look at a real-live audio-animatronic. In fact at first, I didn’t even realize that they were not quite human. After marveling at the Imagineers’ handiwork, we headed into the “rocket” for our own outer space adventure. On later journeys to the World, I would find this ride to be a bit sad and dated, but during that particular trip, my space loving brain thought it was mondo niftorious.
Following our return to earth, we took a spin on the WED-Way people mover and I got a preview glimpse of the one attraction I had been looking forward to the most, Space Mountain. OH YEAH BABY. I was SO excited about riding Space Mountain that it’s a wonder I didn’t fashion a rope out of my socks and repel off the track straight into the queue.
After exiting the WED-Way, we headed to our final stop of the morning, The Carousel of Progress. Color me nostalgic, but I really loved this attraction. In fact I still love this attraction. I thought it was a funny story then, and now I love it for the history of the attraction and it’s innate “Walt-ness.” For those who also share a love of the COP, an interesting read can found at
nywf64.com. It’s all about the 1964 World’s Fair construction of the original ride. (Complete with a tagline on page 3 praising the ceiling which had been sprayed with asbestos for smoothness!)
At the time we rode, they were still using the old-new theme song, (as opposed to the old-old/new-old theme song) so I spent the better portion of the day singing:
Now is the time. Now is the best time.
Now is the best time of your life.
Life is a prize, live every minute.
Open your eyes and watch how you win it!
Fortunately for those park guests in close proximity, this was about all of the lyrics that I could remember.
Our morning touring operations carried out successfully, it was now time to procure some vittles. We exited the Carousel and followed Uncle Randy to our dining destination. We crossed through the hub and I was excited to finally pass through the heart of the castle. I remember this as the one let down of the trip...I somehow expected there to be more in there.
Yet, the mood did not darken for long, and upon emerging into Fantasyland, we flipped on our left blinkers and made a beeline to Pinocchio Village Haus. We scored a table overlooking It’s a Small World and commenced to chowing down.
At the time, I thought the food was tasty (although at 13, I wasn’t exactly a picky eater) and the air conditioning was definitely nice. All in all I enjoyed the place, and decided it would warrant a return visit if ever I found my way back to this happy place. Little did I realize at the time just how significant a role this particular eatery would play in my next trip.
Having revived our strength and revived my father after seeing the prices for park food, we set out for more fun. We started with a whirl on the Mad Tea Party, a ride which I can no longer handle. (A fact which looks to pose a problem this summer as my daughters both have it on their “must do” list. But if it makes my girls happy, I guess I’ll just have to tighten up my daddy britches, plaster myself in motion sickness patches, grab the wheel and spin it ‘round till I squeal like a baby pig.)
Completing our ride with the rat, and finding no tea in sight, we crossed the walkway and took a voyage 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. (Cheesy yet satisfying) This was the only time that I actually rode this attraction before it was conveniently turned into a field of grass. It’s kind of sad to pull up Google Earth and see it sitting there all empty.
But, I digress.
Defeating the giant squid and safely returning from captivity on Captain Nemo’s “sea monster”, we took the incredibly long walk over to Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride. I know some folks really loved this attraction. At the danger of being flamed, let me simply say it wasn’t my favorite. I didn’t hate it, but I didn’t lose sleep when it was replaced.
After bumping our way through the English countryside, I THINK we headed back in the general direction of Pinocchio’s and sailed over London, courtesy of Peter Pan’s Flight. I remember riding as a lad and thought it was on this trip. Snow White’s Scary Adventure didn’t appeal to anyone in our group and Magical Journeys wasn’t open yet. It’s a Small World was postponed until later that evening as the line was WAY too long. (If you can even fathom such a thing.)
Effectively conquering this area of the Kingdom, it was time to divide our forces. My mom and aunt decided that the girls, (my two sisters and my cousin for those of you with short attention spans) would enjoy the “kids rides”. (Carousel, Dumbo, the WDW Railroad, etc.)
My uncle, who is not that big into rides and had pretty well hit his quota, either went with them or off by himself, I don’t recall. He’s a people watcher and he enjoys watching shows, so either scenario is plausible. This left my dad and I to strike out on our own, leading to one of my greatest Walt Disney World memories of all time.
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