CottontailCurl
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Does anyone have any memories of bad stuff that happened to you or your family at Fort Wilderness? The majority of the not-so-happy memories are the result of negligence on our part. FW CMs even took a bad thing I did and made it better.
3 Bad things that happened to us, worst first;
1) I forgot the tent poles!! Yes, I (read this part with a deep voice and resounding echo) THE LIST MAKER, did not pack the tent poles. How could you forget an important thing like that, you say? Our tent was stored in its original box which included a smaller box with poles and a huge bag that held the tent. The previous halloween I used the larger tent box to make a costume for my son (pez despenser, it was pretty good if I do say so myself). But, when it came time to pack, 'the tent' on my list that used to have everything in one place became 'the tent' only and the poles stayed at home. I can't tell you how upset I was at myself, we had all our equipment spread out on the site, not able to set up and we were faced with (GASP!) the possibility of staying at a hotel on 192. I would rather stay on the ground at Mickey Mouse's back yard than go to a hotel. We went to check out and I was still upset, having to check out on the day you checked in is unnatural, it's inhumane. The CM asked why we were checking out, I told my story, she says that they have tents there and we could use them. I say that the cost of the campsite plus the cost of the tent rental would equal a night at a hotel. She said she hadn't planned on making us rent the tent, she was trying to help us out and they would let us use it for our stay. If you were ever checking in or out of FW and saw a woman lean over the check-in desk at the far right and hug the CM, that was me!! A very lovely older gentleman set the tent up for us, we offered to help him but he said we weren't allowed. Lemons out of lemonade? Glass half full? I don't know, but I do know that I believe in Disney's brand of magic.
2. We were evacuated from FW for Floyd the wonder hurricane in '99.
3. We set up our camping gear differently one trip and the combination of how we set up plus a lot of rain had us get rain in the tent and rain on our wonderful refrigerator/cooler. It still works but it makes an annoying rattling noise. We moved our tent closer to the side instead of right in the middle so the edge of our tent and tarp were in a run off gulley at the side of the site, lesson learned about changing a routine that works. It is also a good thing to use air mattresses in case you do get rain in your tent for some reason; our sleeping bags were unaffected but a family next to us had every one of their sleeping bags get soaking wet.
4. The only bad memory I have (unless those to painful to remember, I simply choose to forget) of something a CM did was at Trail's End Buffet one morning at breakfast. Our server came to take our drink orders, brought them to us and then never came back again. Not even to re-fill my husband's coffee (not to mention any other drink, but no coffee refill with breakfast is uncivilized!!). The server was busy sucking up to a table filled with a group that only had adults aged 60+ at it (there were maybe 10 or so). I'd be forgiving if he were only running around getting their drinks and such, but he was entertaining them. He ran down to the tavern area and did something with a napkin, then brought it back up to their table to show them, they loved it, etc, etc. Our tables were side by side and we even tried to get his attention by holding our hands out in front of him as he went by and calling out, but he kept on keeping on. I only mentioned the ages of the folks at the table because my kids were younger at the time. I don't know if he had preset ideas of tips that come from families with kids, and if that was the case he wouldn't know the irony of that. My husband was a server early on in his life and as a result is a way crazy tipper. Anyway, to say I was PO'd would be putting it mildly and just when I was about to blow a gasket a manager appeared, I told him his server wasn't serving everyone, and could he ask someone to make me a tea to go because I was choking from the 17 Mickey waffles I'd eaten without a drink (not really, I wish I could say I was able to make jokes at that point). I left, while my words were still in the air. He brought the drink personally to our table and talked to my husband about it. Luckily we went back to the breakfast buffet for later trips or we wouldn't have met Ken. We
you Ken!!
3 Bad things that happened to us, worst first;
1) I forgot the tent poles!! Yes, I (read this part with a deep voice and resounding echo) THE LIST MAKER, did not pack the tent poles. How could you forget an important thing like that, you say? Our tent was stored in its original box which included a smaller box with poles and a huge bag that held the tent. The previous halloween I used the larger tent box to make a costume for my son (pez despenser, it was pretty good if I do say so myself). But, when it came time to pack, 'the tent' on my list that used to have everything in one place became 'the tent' only and the poles stayed at home. I can't tell you how upset I was at myself, we had all our equipment spread out on the site, not able to set up and we were faced with (GASP!) the possibility of staying at a hotel on 192. I would rather stay on the ground at Mickey Mouse's back yard than go to a hotel. We went to check out and I was still upset, having to check out on the day you checked in is unnatural, it's inhumane. The CM asked why we were checking out, I told my story, she says that they have tents there and we could use them. I say that the cost of the campsite plus the cost of the tent rental would equal a night at a hotel. She said she hadn't planned on making us rent the tent, she was trying to help us out and they would let us use it for our stay. If you were ever checking in or out of FW and saw a woman lean over the check-in desk at the far right and hug the CM, that was me!! A very lovely older gentleman set the tent up for us, we offered to help him but he said we weren't allowed. Lemons out of lemonade? Glass half full? I don't know, but I do know that I believe in Disney's brand of magic.
2. We were evacuated from FW for Floyd the wonder hurricane in '99.
3. We set up our camping gear differently one trip and the combination of how we set up plus a lot of rain had us get rain in the tent and rain on our wonderful refrigerator/cooler. It still works but it makes an annoying rattling noise. We moved our tent closer to the side instead of right in the middle so the edge of our tent and tarp were in a run off gulley at the side of the site, lesson learned about changing a routine that works. It is also a good thing to use air mattresses in case you do get rain in your tent for some reason; our sleeping bags were unaffected but a family next to us had every one of their sleeping bags get soaking wet.
4. The only bad memory I have (unless those to painful to remember, I simply choose to forget) of something a CM did was at Trail's End Buffet one morning at breakfast. Our server came to take our drink orders, brought them to us and then never came back again. Not even to re-fill my husband's coffee (not to mention any other drink, but no coffee refill with breakfast is uncivilized!!). The server was busy sucking up to a table filled with a group that only had adults aged 60+ at it (there were maybe 10 or so). I'd be forgiving if he were only running around getting their drinks and such, but he was entertaining them. He ran down to the tavern area and did something with a napkin, then brought it back up to their table to show them, they loved it, etc, etc. Our tables were side by side and we even tried to get his attention by holding our hands out in front of him as he went by and calling out, but he kept on keeping on. I only mentioned the ages of the folks at the table because my kids were younger at the time. I don't know if he had preset ideas of tips that come from families with kids, and if that was the case he wouldn't know the irony of that. My husband was a server early on in his life and as a result is a way crazy tipper. Anyway, to say I was PO'd would be putting it mildly and just when I was about to blow a gasket a manager appeared, I told him his server wasn't serving everyone, and could he ask someone to make me a tea to go because I was choking from the 17 Mickey waffles I'd eaten without a drink (not really, I wish I could say I was able to make jokes at that point). I left, while my words were still in the air. He brought the drink personally to our table and talked to my husband about it. Luckily we went back to the breakfast buffet for later trips or we wouldn't have met Ken. We
