chaslaw
Earning My Ears
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- Mar 9, 2007
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I should have written this long ago but, you know, I'm a slacker it seems. I had kind of figured I wouldn't write but in responding to something else, I gave an abreviated trip report that people seemed to respond to so here goes...
It's just me and my 7 year old, frequently referred to as "the boy". It has been that way since I discovered he was on the way so we're a pretty solid team by now. This was his first real vacation ever and my first since I found out he was on the way. My first return trip to Disney since 1991. (I think I put 2001 somewhere else... don't know what fumes were hitting me when I said that). Anyway, we were all set for four glorious days exploring the World all from our cozy tent at Fort Wilderness. At least... that was the plan.
It was late October 2007. The air in SC was hot and humid as I threw the last few items in our Toyota Echo at 11:30 pm, went back to pick up the now sleeping boy and drop him in the car, and away we drove. Through the night. Come on. It's mostly I-95 and I just didn't care about the scenery. I wanted to minimize the need for staying any place other than Disney. The plan was to get there while he was still sleeping, grab a few hours more of sleep for myself before the parks opened, and then get started. Besides. I'm not a very nice driver. I should probably be banned from driving in polite society. I'm the one you see hanging out of my window shouting "It's the skinny pedal on the right!!! It's called the accelerator because it makes you go faster!!!" (Honestly, road rage is the fault of slow drivers.) But all would be well if I could just get another 1-2 hours of sleep and then go to the parks. It was not to be. He awakened somewhere around Jax and I was peppered with "How much longer?" for the duration. So just to be an old troll, I pulled over and we had a big breakfast. He was not amused but once I pointed out how he couldn't operate the car without me and I couldn't operate the car without coffee and the car couldn't get to the Mouse House without an operater, he "suffered" in relative quiet with only mumbled threats of mutiny. To teach him he better at least fake respect for his mother, for the next 30 minutes I pulled out a CD of 80's dance music and sang it out loud. Not very well, but loud.
So back on the road. We get to Fort Wilderness it was before official check-in but it turned out the campsite was ready so we got to go on ahead. Man, I was feeling the magic. We had our awesome spot there in a preferred spot (Because it was worth it to me to not have to walk. Yes. I am a lazy bovine... Moooooooooo) Yes, indeed. Those magical moments were just busting out all over the place. Right up to the point the tent I bought from Goodwill didn't work.
I gotta take the dogs for a walk right now (I'm dog-sitting a friend's border collie and terrier and they NEED to be walked NOW) but I'll pick this up when we get back.
It's just me and my 7 year old, frequently referred to as "the boy". It has been that way since I discovered he was on the way so we're a pretty solid team by now. This was his first real vacation ever and my first since I found out he was on the way. My first return trip to Disney since 1991. (I think I put 2001 somewhere else... don't know what fumes were hitting me when I said that). Anyway, we were all set for four glorious days exploring the World all from our cozy tent at Fort Wilderness. At least... that was the plan.
It was late October 2007. The air in SC was hot and humid as I threw the last few items in our Toyota Echo at 11:30 pm, went back to pick up the now sleeping boy and drop him in the car, and away we drove. Through the night. Come on. It's mostly I-95 and I just didn't care about the scenery. I wanted to minimize the need for staying any place other than Disney. The plan was to get there while he was still sleeping, grab a few hours more of sleep for myself before the parks opened, and then get started. Besides. I'm not a very nice driver. I should probably be banned from driving in polite society. I'm the one you see hanging out of my window shouting "It's the skinny pedal on the right!!! It's called the accelerator because it makes you go faster!!!" (Honestly, road rage is the fault of slow drivers.) But all would be well if I could just get another 1-2 hours of sleep and then go to the parks. It was not to be. He awakened somewhere around Jax and I was peppered with "How much longer?" for the duration. So just to be an old troll, I pulled over and we had a big breakfast. He was not amused but once I pointed out how he couldn't operate the car without me and I couldn't operate the car without coffee and the car couldn't get to the Mouse House without an operater, he "suffered" in relative quiet with only mumbled threats of mutiny. To teach him he better at least fake respect for his mother, for the next 30 minutes I pulled out a CD of 80's dance music and sang it out loud. Not very well, but loud.
So back on the road. We get to Fort Wilderness it was before official check-in but it turned out the campsite was ready so we got to go on ahead. Man, I was feeling the magic. We had our awesome spot there in a preferred spot (Because it was worth it to me to not have to walk. Yes. I am a lazy bovine... Moooooooooo) Yes, indeed. Those magical moments were just busting out all over the place. Right up to the point the tent I bought from Goodwill didn't work.
I gotta take the dogs for a walk right now (I'm dog-sitting a friend's border collie and terrier and they NEED to be walked NOW) but I'll pick this up when we get back.