Dreams, Moments, Travels
Yep, Christmas morning. It’s just another day for this less-than-amused Border Terrier. I spend the day cooking, cooking, and cooking, as my uncle still needs to eat healthy while we are away. Caroline and I will leave tomorrow for a one-week trip up and down the California coast.
This trip to Disneyland was supposed to be made for Caroline’s birthday a couple of weeks ago, but this is working out perfectly, too, at the beginning of an 8-day coastal road trip that will take us to Monterey and the aquarium, San Francisco, Alcatraz, Point Reyes, and right back down the Big Sur coast.
First up was Space Mountain, as it always seems to have the longest lines later in the day.
Time warp to tomorrow.
Taking a picture of the point where a camera takes our picture so I can exit Space Mountain and take a picture of the monitor showing me our picture without us having to buy it…meta.
Well then, pencil in 2007 to come see Nemo.
From heart racing to heart swooning at It’s a Small World.
Getting on Big Thunder Mountain.
Another time warp, this time into the past.
The mix of Christmas and Halloween at this time of year is the best time for us to visit. We are in the Haunted Mansion for those who may not know.
Yep, catching all of our favorites because who knows how long things like the Jungle Cruise will remain at Disneyland.
Same for the Tiki Room. Can these old-fashioned attractions still be appealing to kids growing up on the internet, superhero movies, and video games?
Can’t say anything has changed here inside the Tiki Room, even after 42 years since it opened.
It was still quite foggy when we entered the park. Obviously, the weather has improved.
Oh yeah, almost forgot to share that this is the 50th anniversary of Disneyland.
I find her cute.
Back to the Haunted House for an encore performance before…
…a final journey into It’s a Small World. Merry Christmas from Disneyland.
Caroline flew into Burbank, California, today, so we can go to Disneyland on Christmas Eve and take a short vacation up the coast; that is, if my uncle remains stable. Maybe you wonder, how do I know if this is Caroline’s plane? Well, it’s not; she landed at night, came in on a jet, and flew SouthWest, but as I didn’t have a photo for the day, I had to take this one and shove it in here to fill the gap, and anyway, it conveys the idea it was intended for.
I took Sophie, my uncle’s German Shepherd, for a walk along the coast at daybreak today. This view east into the sun is at Isla Vista in Santa Barbara, near the university campus.
It’s been 11 days since my uncle Woody had open heart surgery, and it was finally time to get out of the house for some extra exercise by going to the barbershop for a trim. Tomorrow, we have a doctor’s appointment where we will see his primary care doctor, get x-rays of his lungs to check for continuing pleurisy, and see a pulmonologist.
A storm originating near Hawaii kicks up the surf along the California coast. Spectators and hundreds of surfers converged on the coast to either witness or take their chances out on the waters, where waves three to four times larger than normal pummel the shore.