Sunday June 26th was our dreaded departure day. I got up before everyone else, who were still tired from their late night at MGM the night before. Plus, there was no rush to get going since we wouldnt be visiting any more parks. We just had to get packed up and check out and start driving to Judys sisters house.
Since everyone was still asleep, I took the opportunity to walk around the resort and take some pictures.
Approaching the pool on Ol Man Island.
Inside the lobby.
Our building.
I got back to the room and my clan was up and getting packed. We loaded the van and prepared to leave. But before we left, the kids realized that they still had some spending money that their grandparents had given them. So, we decided that itd be okay to drive around to the parking lot at the front of the resort and let them look for some souvenirs in the gift shop near the lobby. Marlene and James each picked out something, (the only item I remember is that James got a toy that was Stitch in a rocket-car), but Lauren was having a terrible time deciding between two things. I wish I could remember what they were, but regardless, she just couldnt make up her mind. So I offered that we could buy them both now and Id put one of them away to give her at Christmas, and she agreed. She helped me carry our purchases out to the car and I told her that by Christmas shed forget all about it and would be surprised when she opened it. She said, no way, shed remember. Oh, it was a lot of fun for me on that Christmas of 2005, watching her open that gift. Her face was a mixture of surprise, joy, and disgust at having completely forgotten that shed be receiving that item she picked out at the Port Orleans gift shop. It was a moment that she had to admit that Dad was right, and oh that hurts.
From Port Orleans Riverside we drove to Judys sisters house and spent a few days visiting her family. Then we made the long trek up I-95, staying overnight in Virginia. A little bird tells me

that we ate dinner outside of Richmond at India Garden on Midlothian, if you are the curious type, which was a place I had found while there on a business trip one time. The trip back home didnt include any alarming stops at Sonic, but it wasnt without incident. About an hour from home a truck traveling in front of us threw a stone that hit our windshield with such force it sounded like a gunshot. After returning home we had to get the windshield replaced. Just one last vacation expense, I guess. After all of the miles wed driven, that had to happen just before we reached home.
There you have it -- my Flashback TR of our 2005 PChef WDW trip. Thats my story, and Im stickin to it.
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