I won't keep you in suspense, since I know you were up all night worrying about this...
I love roller coasters, but as I get older (gasp!) I dont seem to do as well on them as I did when I was a teen. See, Im deathly afraid of heights. One reason why I love the Disney coasters so much is that the track is either hidden in complete darkness or it is worked into the topography of the ride. I can enjoy the ride without having to see
d-o-w-n.
Now in theory, I love roller coasters. Space Mountain (in
Disneyland), Big Thunder Mountain, Rockin Roller Coaster, and best of all, the Matterhorn. Take, the RnRC for example. They shoot you out like a rocket, twist and turn you all around while youre in the dark except for those great neon signs. You dont know whats going to happen, you can just sit back and enjoy the ride, no matter what comes your way. Thats the way to do a coaster.
Back to our AK morning
When the time came, we and all of our early rising AK friends started making our way over to EE behind the rope. I was amazed at the people who kept pushing ahead of us, like it was going to make that much of a difference that early in the morning.
We FastPassed the ride and jumped in line. The queue is great. I didnt get many photos because the line was moving fast, and I knew that we would be getting back there later on in the day when the lines were longer. We boarded our train, and we were off!
We got to the steep incline and started up. I was dreading this part. I had my old, small camera strapped around my wrist and grabbed a few shots about mid-way up.
Then
the train stopped, right smack dab in the middle of the incline, way out in the open. I had Buddy Boy sitting next to me so all I said was Oh great! (YES, that
is what I said!) I knew that it was time to start praying.
Now, Im a woman of faith and God has guided me through some tough situations in my life before, but nothing has ever been as physically frightening as this. I knew that I should be brave so I tried to ignore impending doom and snapped a few more shots while we were there. Like ignoring the situation will make it go away.
This is what a photo looks like when you point & shoot but dont look:
Then for some crazy reason I decided to time how long we would be there.
Five minutes. Time to start deep breathing exercises and quit taking photos.
10 minutes. More deep breathing and more prayers. Buddy Boy is not happy by now. There are other rides to go on, didnt ya know?
11 minutes. I keep opening my eyes to look at the stairway located on the track next to me. You can see through the treads.
12 minutes. I wonder how many CMs it would take to carry me down, blindfolded.
13 minutes. Where is my emergency chocolate stash when I really need it?
14 minutes
I stopped counting after this.
The whole time I was praying so hard that I wouldnt have to climb down those stairs (it wouldve been if I was escorted, blindfolded, after being drugged). I prayed and I prayed for God to give me the strength to get through this, and continued with the deep breathing exercises to keep from panicking. As all this was going on in my little head, everyone else on the train was practically leaning over the sides to look down, to wave to people on the ground, or whatever. (These would be the people who would be reading this installment and saying, Thats not a nightmare! Thats fun! eek.) Me, Im trying not to loose it. I was very close to becoming hysterical.
And just when I thought I would make a complete fool of myself, we started up again, without any warning. Somehow I got off a few more shots:
Needless to say, I hated the ride. I screamed like a banshee the entire time, so much so that my throat still hurt the next day. I was shaking like a leaf when we got off. But I wouldnt let it ruin my whole day. It was only 9:30 am and all I wanted was a stiff drink, and Im not much of a drinker.
Chocolate Martini, anyone?
I told Handsome that it was my worst nightmare come true. But being the left-brained, nerdly sort of person he is, he informed me that no, it wasnt my worst nightmare. That wouldve been if I had to climb down the stairs. I thanked him for that little tidbit of information.
The kids said that they didnt want to ever go back on that ride again, and I wholeheartedly agreed. So we ditched our FastPasses, and we headed on over to DinoLand, USA. Woo hoo! Triceratops Spin, here I come!
Needless to say, I never got back to take any more EE queue photos. Oh well. I wont be loosing any sleep over it.
Did I happen to mention that we have a paleontologist in the family?