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After our spooky spin, I suggested we go on the train- ALL the way around. My mom and aunt squealed like little girls and exclaimed that they, neither of them, had been on it for over 20 years. Well! What better time than now, I said. I wheeled Aunt Cherrie up the ramp, and we were asked if shed be staying in the chair or transferring. The easiest option was just staying put in the chair, so we were directed to the back of the train, onto which is attached a car that is half devoid of seats. (Behind that was the Pullman coach that other able-bodied passengers could ride in if they wanted.) There we waited on the loading ramp until all the other passengers were loaded and the conductor made an announcement that they going to take the shortest train ride EVER. It was cute. Heres why: The engineer had pulled the train up to just shy of the wheelchair loading ramp and needed to edge the train up about 4 inches so the loading ramp could be let down. Where it was, a metal barrier was in the way of it lowering. Yep, you heard me, about 4 inches. So with the greatest of train driving skill, the engineer babied that massive hulk of steel with the care of a mother for its newborn, and right on target, it stopped exactly where it needed to be for the ramp to come down for us to load. On we went into our own car, all the while my mom and aunt were wondering if all the freaky dinosaurs were still there. While they gushed on, I took a couple of photos from our vantage point:
Chug, Chug, Chug Toot, Toot!!! It was fabulous- everything about it. Seriously, this is a massively overlooked attraction, and both Mom and Cherrie were almost in tears, overwhelmed with memories. They gushed about being together, the 3 of them (remember Cousin Dorothy comes tomorrow) riding around thinking they were so cool (yes, they really admitted that) in their Bermuda beach shorts and cat eye glasses. Im telling you, these chicks were hot stuff, and strutted about Disneyland like they owned it- they admitted that too about the time they passed the Speedway, where they were literally howling with laughter recalling how theyd race each other around that track hoping to attract the boys attention in their teeny bopper sweaters and pony tails. It was hilarious watching them take a trip down memory lane, and I couldnt help but get the warm fuzzies seeing how much they were enjoying themselves.
Not long into our circuit, they waxed on and on over the dinosaurs that are indeed still there. If I had more than a POC camera, I might have been able to get a couple of decent shots in the dark on a speeding train for you. Speeding, of course, is a relative term, but dont say that the next time you get pulled over.
All too soon, we were back in NOS, and it was time to get off. Same drill; the engineer had parked his rig precisely 4 inches too shy of his mark, and we had to wait for all the other passengers to get off so the engineer could move the train so the conductor could roll down our ramp. Its a good thing we were in absolutely no hurry; in fact, thats a very liberating way to do Disney, Ive learned. Commando has its place, but some trips deserve the attention to detail only slowing down can afford; and some trips deserve attention to relationship building, which only taking a bit of extra time can render.
Once off, I informed my little group that there was one thing we hadnt done yet that was on my bucket list: tasting one of these
And you cant have one of these without just a few of these:
So we sat in the shade munching on fresh beignets and sipping a cool mint julep (without the kick, which is entirely too bad because lets be real, whats a julep without the bourbon?) while listening to some schnazzy jazz just behind us on the stage. It was the sweetest of moments and I wanted to capture that moment, as well as just immerse myself in knowing how precious it was.
Thoroughly refreshed it was time to hit the bathroom. And since it was so convenient and lovely, we chose the one wed already patronized just a bit earlier. I love that bathroom! Next we decided to meander over to Fantasyland to see what fun we could conjure up there. Upon approaching the castle, it struck me how miniscule it really is compared to Cindys pad over in Orlando.
Aurora clearly got the short end of the stick concerning real estate. Maybe she needs to take that up with the fairies sometime- just sayin. But hey, location, location, location!! And check out some of the details. I need to get on that with my own fairy, I think. My interior decoration skills stink, and well, lets not even get started on the lack of magic wands waving down wads of cash.
My photographic record shows that next we attempted Peter Pan, and were successful. It did require a transfer, and it went well again. It was so nice having the transfer world opened up to us! Cherrie informed us that London was her favorite part, while I have to say, that the mermaid lagoon is mine. Every time I rode PP as a 7-13 year old, I was immediately whisked away into a fantastical notion that I was one of those long-haired beauties who could breathe underwater and get away with wearing clam shells around in public and be normal. Dads, please talk to your girls after this ride and help them understand this is not ok anywhere off this ride! Tell them also, that it is not okay to take drugs, or they might see whacked out hallucinations that could look like this:
We did not want to ride the teacups, as Cherrie cant hold herself upright anymore, but I did get a couple of nice photos of the cheery lanterns as we passed:
And I just gotta say, that cute little music track they play at the teacups in Anaheim is just the catchiest, neatest little tune I ever did hear! It hasnt changed in all the years Ive been going and I still absolutely adore it to this day!
And while we all longed to ride the Storybook Boats, there was ZERO way we could get her down into the boat. Perhaps another day I could disappear down Monstros gullet to the land of wee chalets.
And now, as I bid you a fond farewell until next time, I hope that all your dreams
Have a Magical Day!!


Chug, Chug, Chug Toot, Toot!!! It was fabulous- everything about it. Seriously, this is a massively overlooked attraction, and both Mom and Cherrie were almost in tears, overwhelmed with memories. They gushed about being together, the 3 of them (remember Cousin Dorothy comes tomorrow) riding around thinking they were so cool (yes, they really admitted that) in their Bermuda beach shorts and cat eye glasses. Im telling you, these chicks were hot stuff, and strutted about Disneyland like they owned it- they admitted that too about the time they passed the Speedway, where they were literally howling with laughter recalling how theyd race each other around that track hoping to attract the boys attention in their teeny bopper sweaters and pony tails. It was hilarious watching them take a trip down memory lane, and I couldnt help but get the warm fuzzies seeing how much they were enjoying themselves.
Not long into our circuit, they waxed on and on over the dinosaurs that are indeed still there. If I had more than a POC camera, I might have been able to get a couple of decent shots in the dark on a speeding train for you. Speeding, of course, is a relative term, but dont say that the next time you get pulled over.



All too soon, we were back in NOS, and it was time to get off. Same drill; the engineer had parked his rig precisely 4 inches too shy of his mark, and we had to wait for all the other passengers to get off so the engineer could move the train so the conductor could roll down our ramp. Its a good thing we were in absolutely no hurry; in fact, thats a very liberating way to do Disney, Ive learned. Commando has its place, but some trips deserve the attention to detail only slowing down can afford; and some trips deserve attention to relationship building, which only taking a bit of extra time can render.
Once off, I informed my little group that there was one thing we hadnt done yet that was on my bucket list: tasting one of these

And you cant have one of these without just a few of these:

So we sat in the shade munching on fresh beignets and sipping a cool mint julep (without the kick, which is entirely too bad because lets be real, whats a julep without the bourbon?) while listening to some schnazzy jazz just behind us on the stage. It was the sweetest of moments and I wanted to capture that moment, as well as just immerse myself in knowing how precious it was.


Thoroughly refreshed it was time to hit the bathroom. And since it was so convenient and lovely, we chose the one wed already patronized just a bit earlier. I love that bathroom! Next we decided to meander over to Fantasyland to see what fun we could conjure up there. Upon approaching the castle, it struck me how miniscule it really is compared to Cindys pad over in Orlando.

Aurora clearly got the short end of the stick concerning real estate. Maybe she needs to take that up with the fairies sometime- just sayin. But hey, location, location, location!! And check out some of the details. I need to get on that with my own fairy, I think. My interior decoration skills stink, and well, lets not even get started on the lack of magic wands waving down wads of cash.




My photographic record shows that next we attempted Peter Pan, and were successful. It did require a transfer, and it went well again. It was so nice having the transfer world opened up to us! Cherrie informed us that London was her favorite part, while I have to say, that the mermaid lagoon is mine. Every time I rode PP as a 7-13 year old, I was immediately whisked away into a fantastical notion that I was one of those long-haired beauties who could breathe underwater and get away with wearing clam shells around in public and be normal. Dads, please talk to your girls after this ride and help them understand this is not ok anywhere off this ride! Tell them also, that it is not okay to take drugs, or they might see whacked out hallucinations that could look like this:

We did not want to ride the teacups, as Cherrie cant hold herself upright anymore, but I did get a couple of nice photos of the cheery lanterns as we passed:


And I just gotta say, that cute little music track they play at the teacups in Anaheim is just the catchiest, neatest little tune I ever did hear! It hasnt changed in all the years Ive been going and I still absolutely adore it to this day!
And while we all longed to ride the Storybook Boats, there was ZERO way we could get her down into the boat. Perhaps another day I could disappear down Monstros gullet to the land of wee chalets.


And now, as I bid you a fond farewell until next time, I hope that all your dreams


Have a Magical Day!!