We stayed at Walt Disney’s Fort Wilderness Campground. About as much wilderness as a zoo, with wild ducks scouting for chips. Although it certainly is nice to know Pacific Northwesterners can return to pitch a tent for a reasonable price. Well, reasonable is relative in the world of Disney. The Fort had an amazing water park, character campfire sing-a-longs, boat rentals, horses. But, the ferry ride to the gates of The Kingdom was, by far, it’s most convenient feature.
The lines were long while the shady and often air conditioned waiting areas were a welcome resting point. It’s a Small World was my favorite, mainly due to my love of vintage Christmas ornaments and Olive’s wide eyed and smiley acceptance of the whole affair.
We rode Mickey’s Express around and around The Kingdom. It felt good to sit. Plus, our folded stroller just slightly unfolded and lodged itself between the benches. We were too hot and sleepy to deal with it, so around we rode.
Before the last meet and greet photo Lucy wondered if The Beast was coming. “Beast makes me nervous.”
Disney has merchandise dialed in. Each attraction empties into a store. Now, on our island we peruse enough shops for my ladies to know you don’t ask, again and again, for things. Seems they beg the most for a bank visit where lollipops and stickers are handed out.
Disney makes a living (and then some) with recreating places from around the world. While we didn’t go to Africa, we went to Animal Kingdom. Maybe it was 95 degrees, maybe there were over 95,000 people there but at the gates there was an espresso cart. Man, how I ran.