PART TWELVE:
We stand gawking at the stream of people pouring into the Land pavilion, most on their way to see Soarin. Were out of the flow of traffic, near the exit from Living with the Land, but we cant stay here. We need to go back upstairs to watch The Circle of Life and that means fighting our way through the crowd. Crowd is not the right word. The term, pack of wild animals, comes to mind.
I take Lowells arm. Dont just stand there, throw some raw meat at them or something; create a diversion.
Well just have to make a break for it, he says and grabs my hand in a death-grip. Shoulder-to-shoulder we head to the stairs. If I let go of his hand I may be swept helplessly away to see Soarin again.
We make it to the top with a minimum of broken ribs and crushed toes and escape from the crowd as we aim for the theatre. A sign says there is a ten minute wait. Finally I relax.
What did you say this show is called? Lowell asks me as we walk into the pre-show area.
Circle of Life. Disney calls it a cute lesson in environmental responsibility. Its a twenty minute film.
Environmental responsibility, Lowell repeats warily.
I nod, reading his mind. Were not tree-hugger types. Although we have plenty of them. Trees, that is.
Probably more than the Wilderness Lodge. Which is pretty funny, considering I booked a woods view room.
Dont get me wrong, its not like were in favor of air pollution or acid rain, we just get nervous and twitchy around people who are rabid environmentalists, or worse, people who are militant about animal rights. You see, Lowell has a thing about woodchucks. Woodchucks are Arch Enemy # 1 and he has been known to shoot quite a few. Out the bathroom window. I was worried for awhile that shooting woodchucks out the bathroom window might qualify us for redneck status, but a self-acclaimed redneck assured us, Heck, no. Only if you eat them.
I try to convince Lowell that he will like the movie.
This film stars the Lion King's Simba, Timon and Pumbaa. You know, the guys on the shirt you were wearing yesterday. So it should be in good taste. Nothing too extremist. If you cant trust a warthog to be fair and balanced, who can you trust?
Lowell is speechless in the face of this irrefutable logic.
We stand and watch pre-show facts and trivia on a screen waiting for the theatre doors to open. Disney creates the illusion that youre reading educational facts and statistics but Im pretty sure that along with the trivia theyre really flashing subliminal messages like: Buy annual passes today. You need more souvenirs. Only losers stay off-site.
There isnt a big crowd, since most people dont race to see Circle of Life in the beginning of their day at Epcot. This is more of a were tired and need to take a break attraction. I would be tempted to forego the show altogether so we can get over to The Living Seas sooner, but I figure were doomed to stand in line wherever we go now that regular hours have started, so theres no point hurrying. When the doors finally swing open there is no need to stampede into the theatre but most people do anyway by force of habit. We pause to see if a new record will be set for how many people can wedge through a doorway at once. One of these days I expect to see a big clot of people stuck between the door jambs, arms and legs flailing. A Cast Member will have to come with a can of WD-40 and spray the whole group to loosen them.
We saunter into the theatre and assess our options. Just as I thought, there are plenty of open seats. We indulge in the sinful luxury of picking seats a third of the way from the front. Even more decadent, we walk only as far as the center of the row before sitting. And get away with it. Try this at Disney when the theatre is crowded if you happen to have a death wish and see how long you last. Youll be dead before the lights dim. The survival rate is higher for an octogenarian with a heart condition on the orange side of Mission Space.
So while we wait for the film to start, there is time to reflect on such knotty non-environmental issues as, just what is Timon, anyway? I know a lion when I see one, and although not commonly seen, even the warthog is identifiable, but what the heck is Timon? Neither of us has seen the Lion King movie or cartoons, except for enough bits and pieces to recognize the characters and sing along with the songs. It is only later that I learn that Timon is a meerkat, a member of the mongoose family. Whatever he is Lowell and I like cute furry animals. As long as theyre not woodchucks or something else trying to eat our garden.
The show starts and its a pretty good plot. The characters deal with real life issues such as balancing the need for residential and resort development with preserving nature. They show that damming up the water supply and hogging natural resources is harmful to the land itself as well as to others who are dependent on those resources. Nothing offensive or extreme here. Its all very upbeat, and you cant listen to the music and come away feeling gloomy, so when the show ends we feel rested and cheerful. The shows narration by the animal characters reminds me of our own Animal Character at home. If you have pets and hate to leave them, you know how I feel. Fretting about them can spoil your vacation if you let it. Ill feel better if I call and check to make sure Tornado isnt living up to his name. Hes not used to being indoors all day, and that doesnt bode well for the upholstery. Before we left I had planned to throw an old quilt over the loveseat he tries to use as a scratching post. Our loveseat may be only an arm chair by the time we get home. I can only hope Tornado is channeling all that excess energy into something useful. He had better be reducing the mouse population and not sleeping with the enemy.
We make our way outside. I call and find out that Tornado is OK and being his usual crazy self:
And yes, he is earning his room and board.
Sorry if the sight of a mouse bothers you. But wait, silly me, this is the DIS Board, Mouse Central, so surely none of you are bothered by a photo of a mouse. I promise I wont post any more unless theyre Mickey or Minnie. You can climb off your office chair now and sit down.
Lowell and I are used to mice of all kinds, both the big clothed variety that talk, and the little naked ones that squeak, since country + woods + new house not completely finished = mice. Tornado catches quite or few. Or maybe he just catches the same mouse over and over and over, which is quite likely. He would much rather play with a mouse than eat one.
We walk toward the Living Seas, ready to try the new Nemo ride and Turtle Talk with Crush. My feet are feeling better now that I gave them a break. We have a lot more walking to do today so I need to keep going even if Im limping on both legs . . . which aside from being tough to do is not a pretty sight.
Walking is not a problem if it werent for the blisters. Thanks to the 10,000 Steps a Day challenge at work, Im used to walking a minimum of two or three miles a day, although that is still far less than the 10K steps goal. Racking up steps has become a habit. Scratch that. Obsession. I read in the program literature that the number of steps per mile is determined by the length of ones stride. Thats when the light went on in my head. I could walk a lot more miles with a million tiny steps than with my normal loping stride. And so was born tap dance-jogging, my feet moving in such a flurry of rapid tiny steps that they are visible to the naked eye only as a blur. I tap-jog as I wait for coffee in the microwave, fold laundry, talk on the phone, carry food to the table. I tap-jog in my home office while waiting for files to download, and even while reading the DIS.
I have a shot today at hitting at least 20,000 steps. By the time we finish Nemo and Crush it will be time to head over to the World Showcase, which is a pretty long walk in itself. Well do a couple of the rides over there, such as El Rio del Tiempo, and of course the ride that is alternately praised and maligned: Maelstrom. By then we should be hungry enough to graze our way through the Food & Wine festival booths. Ive read the menus on All Ears and a few reports on the DIS. I know which foods people liked best. Then theres the plum wine that the lady at Bell Services at ASMu was raving about. We have to try it. Preferably before she gets here, or there may not be any left.
We wont have time to shop our way through all the countries and see the displays there, if we hope to check in early at the Wilderness Lodge, but we can come back later, browse a bit, and catch IllumiNations. My target for check-in is around 1:00 1:30. I suddenly have a sinking feeling we wont be ready to leave World Showcase that soon. At a minimum, we need to get through El Rio del Tiempo and Maelstrom as well as sample food from a few of the Food & Wine booths before we go, and I dont want to feel rushed. On pain of death, however, we must be at the Lodge no later than 3:00 since thats when our luggage is due to arrive, and I want to verify with my own eyes that it was actually transferred as promised. After that we can relax and enjoy the rest of our day. Arriving at 3:00 barely qualifies as early and probably wont help snag an upgrade, but I remind myself that no matter how early we check in, theres no guarantee of a better room.
Actually, the more I think about it, maybe it doesnt matter where they put us with the exception of the dreaded Dumpster View. It would be nice to glimpse Wishes at night, or hang out on the balcony and see the lake and the pool, but we only have three days and two nights at the Lodge and well be gone both evenings anyway, tonight at Epcot until closing and tomorrow at Hoop-De-Doo-Revue. I resign myself to a woods view room. Well get to the Lodge by 3:00 and let fate take its course.
I think back on our conversation with Bell Services and wonder if our bags will remain in the room until 1:00, or if a bell boy has already picked them up and stored them in the baggage room at ASMu waiting for someone to drive them to the Lodge. The suitcase contains mostly clothing. The small tweed bag is more important. I repacked it last night to contain the most important items such as swimsuits, sun block, snack food, and perhaps the most valuable item of all: freshly ground coffee to use in our rooms coffee maker. If our French Roast gets lost well be drinking Nescafe. My French is really rusty, but shouldnt their name be spelled Nest café pas? Is not coffee?
There is one more item in that tweed bag which is valuable if only to me, but I dare not mention what it is aloud. In fact, once you finish this paragraph forget I even mentioned it. This item must be discretely smuggled up to our room. Later, if I am feeling very daring we may risk shocked gasps and horrified looks and bring it out into the open.
We walk into the Living Seas pavilion and find it nearly as bustling as The Land. Im most interested in Turtle Talk, but we see the line for the Nemo ride first so decide to start with that.
Will we like it or think its a waste of time? And will you care one way or the other what we think? These and other matters of dubious entertainment value and little real importance will be revealed in the next episode . . .