Mike Jones
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Introduction
Cast:
Mike, dad, 42
Amanda, DW & step-mum, 34
Beth, DD, 14.5
Adam, DS, 13
We had been racking our brains for a while, trying to decide where we could take the kids for a proper holiday (we only went camping with them last year, and it was clear that our tent days have pretty much finished!). Under consideration were Florida (the kids have been with me 5 times since 2001, last time early 2005, before I met Amanda), Centre Parcs (both here and on the Continent), Disneyland Resort Paris, and typical beach holidays.
We dismissed Florida on the grounds of expense, in the almost certain knowledge that our increasingly different teen kids would be struggling to fit into a family agenda for a fortnight, and a week would put too much pressure on them in readjusting to UK time. Centre Parcs was high on the list for a while, but eventually crossed off as we admitted that DD would be bored to tears (and spoil things for the rest of us). Beth doesnt do outdoor activities, doesnt like walking, and regarding the last alternative above, hates beaches!
When we did the sums we realised that DLRP would be at least as affordable as Centre Parcs anyway. There would be familiar ground for the kids (and us) with the Disney factor, and wed be able to escape to Paris for a day or two to get a fix for Amanda and I (see our previous trippies).
So into planning mode! End of May half term looked ideal, as we wont take the kids out of school any more for holidays, and we didnt fancy fighting summer crowds. The first objective was to decide on accommodation. We liked the idea of being on-site, but didnt want to share a room with the kids (or they a bed with each other!), so the main hotels were out. Camp Davy Crockett seemed to tick all the boxes, with a 2 bedroomed cabin being available. However, this did mean wed have to drive or hire a car there, as there is no park transport laid on and the resort is about 5 miles from the Disney area.
Car hire prices on top of airfare were prohibitive, and as we had a brand new car and company fuel at our disposal, we elected to drive. We booked the accommodation, including length of stay park tickets, through the Disneyland website. Five nights were thought to be enough for us, allowing 3-4 park days and 1 or 2 free for Paris or other distractions. Simon Vs DLRP guide, and the Rough Guide to Paris were swiftly obtained from Amazon and I started posing daft questions on the various bulletin boards we subscribe to. The Channel Tunnel train seemed the best way over (under!) the water, and we also booked this online via Eurotunnels main site.
We booked tactically to travel down on Bank Holiday Monday, and return on the following Saturday, as we thought that the absence of normal rush hour traffic would be an advantage. (It was).
One final point: I know that DLRP has many, ardent fans, as does WDW in Florida. Ive seen many threads and posts over the years making direct (sometimes unfavourable) comparisons between the two, and I was initially determined not to do so in this report. However, I soon realised that WDW was such a strong reference point for us after all our visits there (me 7, kids 5 and Amanda 1) that comparisons were unavoidable if I wanted to describe our visit accurately. Well, as my main motivation for doing trippies is first and foremost to record and relive our trips for our own, future enjoyment, I have decided that I will report everything we felt and observed along the way, including comparisons with Florida WDW.
So on with the saga!
Day 1 Monday 28th May 2007 The Journey
Weather: Cool, grey but dry for the first few hours, rain after Birmingham. Damp/cool in Paris, with showers.
I am generally a very sound sleeper, but I admit to being like a kid on Christmas Eve before every holiday, so Amanda and I visited our local for a couple of sleeping drafts last night! It seemed to work, as I slept from 9pm until 3am when my alarm roused us.
(Explanation: Both Amanda and I are early risers by habit and desire, usually up and out with the dog at 5am most days. (Our mutt, Ruby, was taken to her usual dog-sitters yesterday). We are also normally the first people in the lines at airport check-in, theme park entrance etc ( I am always baffled when someone misses their flight, either because they set off late to the airport, or, worse, were off wandering around duty-free and forgot to check the boards! What the heck is in between their ears??? ) so, as we need to be in Folkestone for 1030 ish, and its a 4 - 5 hour drive maximum, of course we want to set off at 04:30am! Working backwards from this time, and allowing for the slowest member of the team to shower, do hair, make-up, eat etc (Beth!) it means we have to get up at 3:00am. )
The routine flows smoothly enough, and we are on the road at 04:35. We share the driving, an hour-and-a-half each, with a couple of pee-stops, and the empty roads means we have a trouble-free journey to the Channel Tunnel ( and may I just add, I will never, ever leave home without Sat Nav ever again! Its great!), arriving at 9am.
Another reason for considering the Chunnel is the flexibility it offers you regarding early (or late!) arrival as long as you are within a couple of hours either side of your dedicated slot, they will try to offer you space on the next available train. Check in is easy-peasy, by putting your credit card into a drive-past machine. We are offered 9:50, and head off to the terminal building (laid out just like a small airport or modern train hub) for a quick toilet stop. We are called to board at 9:25, pass through a basic UK passport and security check (comprises of wiping the doors and steering wheel of our vehicle to see if there had were any traces of explosives, but no boot or luggage check), and then a very Gallic passport check on the French side a bored looking officer just waves us through with an off-hand gesture, not even bothering to look at us, let alone the passports!
We line up for few minutes in a lane of similar vehicles and are then allowed to board the massive, industrial-looking train carriage. This process takes only a few minutes and we are underway at 9:50, arriving back in daylight on the French side at 10:25. The exit process is pretty swift, and by 11:45 (were now on French time) we are driving away from the port. As I dont have the address for the Ranch, we set DLRP as our destination on the Sat Nav and head off east towards Paris.
The drive is stress-free, partly due to the peace of mind provided by the sat nav, and also because I am comfortable in my own, familiar vehicle. I must admit to having had some slight reservations about driving a UK, RHD car on Continental roads, but I find that I am confident and capable (well, as I ever am!), perhaps even more so than in the USA, where I have driven thousands of miles over the last 6 years. Amanda is equally happy as she takes her turns. We stop fairly often, admiring of the French mini-services or aires (rest areas), which seem to exist every few kilometres.
The weather is grey, cool, with occasional showers, although mostly dry by the time we reach the junction before DLRP, which is signed for the Davy Crockett Ranch. Its just on 3pm, the time that the cabins can be occupied, so theres a fair line at the reception building. We leave the kids in the car and join the queue.
The inside of the building is attractively themed in traditional, log cabin style. All the receptions places are being attended, and we move steadily to the front. Check in is painless and efficient, and we head off to our cabin in loop H (number 187) at 3.35pm.
The approach to the cabin is through attractive, fairly dense woodland, with the odd wig-wam here and there for a bit of colour. Its a surprisingly long way from the reception building, around a mile or so. There are several loops on the site; ours seems to be one of the longer ones, and, as they are one-way, were virtually back at the main access road before we find ours. We pull up just as a service team are leaving, and I notice there is a linen/cleaning store on the corner of the building, accessed from outside.
First impressions are favourable. I presumed that the cabins would be little more than dressedup static caravans, but they seem to be of a more substantial quality altogether. Theres a decent parking strip in front (which some campers have squeezed two cars onto), a heavy weight picnic bench and a permanent barbeque grill. As the cabins are all angled away from the road, they dont seem to overlook each other much, and are nicely screened by the surrounding trees and bushes.
We enter the unit and wander around. This is one of the more recently built, two bedroomed cabins, with a good-sized, central living area and kitchen (including microwave, full-size fridge, dishwasher, and, glory be, a coffee maker!). The bedrooms are at opposite ends of the structure, ensuring some privacy and peace for both sets of occupants. Our bedroom has a firm, double bed, good wardrobe provision and a safe.
The kids room has bunk beds and adequate wardrobe space. And the rear of the external, linen store, although there is no handle to open it internally. (Jumping ahead a few days, my inquisitive son discovers that the top of one of the captive clothes hangers can be used to open this cupboard, from both outside and in. A flat bladed screwdriver would work too! So, if you think your cabin is secure because youve locked the door and shuttered the windows, think again! Anyone could wander up and in without any force or effort!)
It exceeds our expectations (although at the price, away from the parks, Id be looking for 4-5 star hotel standard, so I dont know why Im surprised) and we cart our gear in from the car and (to the accompaniment of the kids grumbles I think they were intending to live out of their cases, the lazy sods!), we unpack. Weve brought our own Starbucks mugs, coffee and filters, and a couple of sharp knives as expected, the ones provided wouldnt cut warm butter!
The welcome info pack included a voucher for a free kitchen cleaning kit, which, oddly, you have to collect from the Village store ah, the fog lifts - they are making sure everyone visits the store before legging it to the parks! Ah well, we want to see whats there anyway, so we climb back in the car and set off.
Well, I wouldnt want to walk it in the rain with grouchy kids, late at night its about ¾ mile to the car park, which appears quite small (although currently empty, as I guess everyones at the Parks).
Village may be overdoing it a bit, but its a pleasant cluster of similarly-themed, wooden buildings, including the Store, a petting farm/stables, attractive bar, restaurant, and, a quite superb pool complex!
We have a brief wander inside, and then check out the store.
Its a good-sized outlet with the usual Disney souvenirs, plus a decent range of food and beverage supplies, and the prices dont look too bad. They stock barbeque fuel, wine and most essential items should you wish not to drive to the supermarkets during your holiday. (They also sell some rather tasteful head-gear!)
We collect our free kit pan scrub, J-cloth, tiny bottle of washing liquid and two dishwasher tabs!
Right, its nearly 5pm, lets go and have a look at the parks. We pop back to our accommodation first to collect some cash, and the follow the sat nav directions to the Disney area. Actually, its well signposted, and youd not easily get lost on the 5 mile, 10 minute journey.
Theres only one of the many booths open at the parking lot entrance, but its quiet and we are soon waved through (free parking when you show your Disney guest pass).
Cast:
Mike, dad, 42
Amanda, DW & step-mum, 34
Beth, DD, 14.5
Adam, DS, 13
We had been racking our brains for a while, trying to decide where we could take the kids for a proper holiday (we only went camping with them last year, and it was clear that our tent days have pretty much finished!). Under consideration were Florida (the kids have been with me 5 times since 2001, last time early 2005, before I met Amanda), Centre Parcs (both here and on the Continent), Disneyland Resort Paris, and typical beach holidays.
We dismissed Florida on the grounds of expense, in the almost certain knowledge that our increasingly different teen kids would be struggling to fit into a family agenda for a fortnight, and a week would put too much pressure on them in readjusting to UK time. Centre Parcs was high on the list for a while, but eventually crossed off as we admitted that DD would be bored to tears (and spoil things for the rest of us). Beth doesnt do outdoor activities, doesnt like walking, and regarding the last alternative above, hates beaches!
When we did the sums we realised that DLRP would be at least as affordable as Centre Parcs anyway. There would be familiar ground for the kids (and us) with the Disney factor, and wed be able to escape to Paris for a day or two to get a fix for Amanda and I (see our previous trippies).
So into planning mode! End of May half term looked ideal, as we wont take the kids out of school any more for holidays, and we didnt fancy fighting summer crowds. The first objective was to decide on accommodation. We liked the idea of being on-site, but didnt want to share a room with the kids (or they a bed with each other!), so the main hotels were out. Camp Davy Crockett seemed to tick all the boxes, with a 2 bedroomed cabin being available. However, this did mean wed have to drive or hire a car there, as there is no park transport laid on and the resort is about 5 miles from the Disney area.
Car hire prices on top of airfare were prohibitive, and as we had a brand new car and company fuel at our disposal, we elected to drive. We booked the accommodation, including length of stay park tickets, through the Disneyland website. Five nights were thought to be enough for us, allowing 3-4 park days and 1 or 2 free for Paris or other distractions. Simon Vs DLRP guide, and the Rough Guide to Paris were swiftly obtained from Amazon and I started posing daft questions on the various bulletin boards we subscribe to. The Channel Tunnel train seemed the best way over (under!) the water, and we also booked this online via Eurotunnels main site.
We booked tactically to travel down on Bank Holiday Monday, and return on the following Saturday, as we thought that the absence of normal rush hour traffic would be an advantage. (It was).
One final point: I know that DLRP has many, ardent fans, as does WDW in Florida. Ive seen many threads and posts over the years making direct (sometimes unfavourable) comparisons between the two, and I was initially determined not to do so in this report. However, I soon realised that WDW was such a strong reference point for us after all our visits there (me 7, kids 5 and Amanda 1) that comparisons were unavoidable if I wanted to describe our visit accurately. Well, as my main motivation for doing trippies is first and foremost to record and relive our trips for our own, future enjoyment, I have decided that I will report everything we felt and observed along the way, including comparisons with Florida WDW.
So on with the saga!
Day 1 Monday 28th May 2007 The Journey
Weather: Cool, grey but dry for the first few hours, rain after Birmingham. Damp/cool in Paris, with showers.
I am generally a very sound sleeper, but I admit to being like a kid on Christmas Eve before every holiday, so Amanda and I visited our local for a couple of sleeping drafts last night! It seemed to work, as I slept from 9pm until 3am when my alarm roused us.
(Explanation: Both Amanda and I are early risers by habit and desire, usually up and out with the dog at 5am most days. (Our mutt, Ruby, was taken to her usual dog-sitters yesterday). We are also normally the first people in the lines at airport check-in, theme park entrance etc ( I am always baffled when someone misses their flight, either because they set off late to the airport, or, worse, were off wandering around duty-free and forgot to check the boards! What the heck is in between their ears??? ) so, as we need to be in Folkestone for 1030 ish, and its a 4 - 5 hour drive maximum, of course we want to set off at 04:30am! Working backwards from this time, and allowing for the slowest member of the team to shower, do hair, make-up, eat etc (Beth!) it means we have to get up at 3:00am. )
The routine flows smoothly enough, and we are on the road at 04:35. We share the driving, an hour-and-a-half each, with a couple of pee-stops, and the empty roads means we have a trouble-free journey to the Channel Tunnel ( and may I just add, I will never, ever leave home without Sat Nav ever again! Its great!), arriving at 9am.
Another reason for considering the Chunnel is the flexibility it offers you regarding early (or late!) arrival as long as you are within a couple of hours either side of your dedicated slot, they will try to offer you space on the next available train. Check in is easy-peasy, by putting your credit card into a drive-past machine. We are offered 9:50, and head off to the terminal building (laid out just like a small airport or modern train hub) for a quick toilet stop. We are called to board at 9:25, pass through a basic UK passport and security check (comprises of wiping the doors and steering wheel of our vehicle to see if there had were any traces of explosives, but no boot or luggage check), and then a very Gallic passport check on the French side a bored looking officer just waves us through with an off-hand gesture, not even bothering to look at us, let alone the passports!
We line up for few minutes in a lane of similar vehicles and are then allowed to board the massive, industrial-looking train carriage. This process takes only a few minutes and we are underway at 9:50, arriving back in daylight on the French side at 10:25. The exit process is pretty swift, and by 11:45 (were now on French time) we are driving away from the port. As I dont have the address for the Ranch, we set DLRP as our destination on the Sat Nav and head off east towards Paris.
The drive is stress-free, partly due to the peace of mind provided by the sat nav, and also because I am comfortable in my own, familiar vehicle. I must admit to having had some slight reservations about driving a UK, RHD car on Continental roads, but I find that I am confident and capable (well, as I ever am!), perhaps even more so than in the USA, where I have driven thousands of miles over the last 6 years. Amanda is equally happy as she takes her turns. We stop fairly often, admiring of the French mini-services or aires (rest areas), which seem to exist every few kilometres.
The weather is grey, cool, with occasional showers, although mostly dry by the time we reach the junction before DLRP, which is signed for the Davy Crockett Ranch. Its just on 3pm, the time that the cabins can be occupied, so theres a fair line at the reception building. We leave the kids in the car and join the queue.
The inside of the building is attractively themed in traditional, log cabin style. All the receptions places are being attended, and we move steadily to the front. Check in is painless and efficient, and we head off to our cabin in loop H (number 187) at 3.35pm.
The approach to the cabin is through attractive, fairly dense woodland, with the odd wig-wam here and there for a bit of colour. Its a surprisingly long way from the reception building, around a mile or so. There are several loops on the site; ours seems to be one of the longer ones, and, as they are one-way, were virtually back at the main access road before we find ours. We pull up just as a service team are leaving, and I notice there is a linen/cleaning store on the corner of the building, accessed from outside.
First impressions are favourable. I presumed that the cabins would be little more than dressedup static caravans, but they seem to be of a more substantial quality altogether. Theres a decent parking strip in front (which some campers have squeezed two cars onto), a heavy weight picnic bench and a permanent barbeque grill. As the cabins are all angled away from the road, they dont seem to overlook each other much, and are nicely screened by the surrounding trees and bushes.


We enter the unit and wander around. This is one of the more recently built, two bedroomed cabins, with a good-sized, central living area and kitchen (including microwave, full-size fridge, dishwasher, and, glory be, a coffee maker!). The bedrooms are at opposite ends of the structure, ensuring some privacy and peace for both sets of occupants. Our bedroom has a firm, double bed, good wardrobe provision and a safe.



The kids room has bunk beds and adequate wardrobe space. And the rear of the external, linen store, although there is no handle to open it internally. (Jumping ahead a few days, my inquisitive son discovers that the top of one of the captive clothes hangers can be used to open this cupboard, from both outside and in. A flat bladed screwdriver would work too! So, if you think your cabin is secure because youve locked the door and shuttered the windows, think again! Anyone could wander up and in without any force or effort!)
It exceeds our expectations (although at the price, away from the parks, Id be looking for 4-5 star hotel standard, so I dont know why Im surprised) and we cart our gear in from the car and (to the accompaniment of the kids grumbles I think they were intending to live out of their cases, the lazy sods!), we unpack. Weve brought our own Starbucks mugs, coffee and filters, and a couple of sharp knives as expected, the ones provided wouldnt cut warm butter!
The welcome info pack included a voucher for a free kitchen cleaning kit, which, oddly, you have to collect from the Village store ah, the fog lifts - they are making sure everyone visits the store before legging it to the parks! Ah well, we want to see whats there anyway, so we climb back in the car and set off.
Well, I wouldnt want to walk it in the rain with grouchy kids, late at night its about ¾ mile to the car park, which appears quite small (although currently empty, as I guess everyones at the Parks).
Village may be overdoing it a bit, but its a pleasant cluster of similarly-themed, wooden buildings, including the Store, a petting farm/stables, attractive bar, restaurant, and, a quite superb pool complex!

We have a brief wander inside, and then check out the store.

Its a good-sized outlet with the usual Disney souvenirs, plus a decent range of food and beverage supplies, and the prices dont look too bad. They stock barbeque fuel, wine and most essential items should you wish not to drive to the supermarkets during your holiday. (They also sell some rather tasteful head-gear!)


We collect our free kit pan scrub, J-cloth, tiny bottle of washing liquid and two dishwasher tabs!
Right, its nearly 5pm, lets go and have a look at the parks. We pop back to our accommodation first to collect some cash, and the follow the sat nav directions to the Disney area. Actually, its well signposted, and youd not easily get lost on the 5 mile, 10 minute journey.

Theres only one of the many booths open at the parking lot entrance, but its quiet and we are soon waved through (free parking when you show your Disney guest pass).