There we had an excellent and filling breakfast at the Whispering Canyon Cafe, and our friendly waitress Debbie was nice enough to take our photos.
After we stuffed ourselves, we made our way over to the Fort Wilderness Campground. Why? Well, something I've been leaving out of this tale thus far is Handler 2's new hobby. See, he recently got into geocaching, and although there are no real caches allowed on Disney property, there are a number of "virtual" caches. Handler 2 needed to get his picture here for one of them. But, since we were already at the campgrounds, we decided to look around.
We saw a bunch of the Disney working horses. Handler 1 was trying to figure out why all the ponies were cremellos (which means white coloration with blue eyes, a very rare horse coloration), then realized that, of course, these must be the ponies that pull Cinderella's royal coach for weddings and the like. Neat huh?!
Handler 2 thought it was hilarious that even the horses have Disney cast member name tags.
They really get into the spirit of things at the camprounds. These folks have completely decked their golf carts out in Disney Halloween theming.
They really get into the spirit of things at the camprounds. These folks have completely decked their golf carts out in Disney Halloween theming.
These folks spruced up their campground (yes, that is a tent in the back...they have 20 inflatable decorations, but sleep in a tent).
I also attended an important summit for Gnomedom.
I also attended an important summit for Gnomedom.
Then, it was off to the Magic Kingdom. Here it is in daylight (with bubbles).
The strangeness continued, as the Handlers insisted that I meet these giant chipmunks. They look as though someone has been experiementing on their brains. The one with the black nose noticed my old war injury from South Dakota and nonverbally chastized Handler 2 for dropping me. Well said giant black nosed chipmunk guy!
The chipmunks in the Magic Kingdom don't talk, but this trashcan does. Notice the guy with the bag in the foreground. I'm told that he is the trashcan's handler.
We decided to ride the Tomorrowland Transit Authority (recently, and amusingly, renamed as the Peoplemover) to take in some of the sites of Tomorrowland in comfort and relxation.
The strangeness continued, as the Handlers insisted that I meet these giant chipmunks. They look as though someone has been experiementing on their brains. The one with the black nose noticed my old war injury from South Dakota and nonverbally chastized Handler 2 for dropping me. Well said giant black nosed chipmunk guy!
The chipmunks in the Magic Kingdom don't talk, but this trashcan does. Notice the guy with the bag in the foreground. I'm told that he is the trashcan's handler.
We decided to ride the Tomorrowland Transit Authority (recently, and amusingly, renamed as the Peoplemover) to take in some of the sites of Tomorrowland in comfort and relxation.
Handler 2 is on a horse.
This is the handlers' favorite ride, the Haunted Mansion. Eh, I didn't think it was that scary.
We rode most of the rides in the park, and all of those the handlers actually cared to get on. After the day was done, Handler 1 found us a spot near the rose garden to take photos of the fireworks display.
Then we headed home to the hotel, in the hope that on the morrow, we might be able to score fastpasses for Toy Story Mania before sampling at the Food and Wine Festival.
Quote of the Day: "The answer to the question 'Do you want to go on the Haunted Mansion again?' is always 'Yes'."
"The answer to the question 'Do you want to go on the Haunted Mansion again?' is always 'Yes'."
ReplyDeleteYes, yes it is.