Our beloved Disney passes are due to expire in late February, so we’re trying to go as many times as humanly possible before the ax falls. And because we’re facing the same economic woes as nearly everyone in this country, it may be a good long while before we can justify (read: afford) spending money on fun, instead of, say, food.
On a whim, we decided late Saturday morning that we should head back to the Animal Kingdom. We chose this park because when we went a couple of weeks ago during our study of Africa, it was far too crowded to ride Expedition Everest (the Fast Passes were even all gone). This is an extraordinary roller coaster extravaganza which takes you in search of the elusive Yeti (Abominable Snowman), hiding deep within the bowels of Mt. Everest.
Not to ruin it for you, but Expedition Everest is a wild ride on a roller coaster which resembles a train. You climb the mountain, which is so mind numbingly high up that you can even see the Tower of Terror way over in Disney Studios. I’m pretty sure I even spotted the girlie parts on the underside of a bird. Just before I blacked out.
Anyhoo, the train speeds through the mountain, until you come to the end of the track, which has been evidently ripped apart by the Yeti. Just when you think you’re going to go right on over, the train stops. And then goes backwards INTO THE BLACKNESS VERY VERY QUICKLY. I swear the thing goes upside-down, but I know it doesn’t. It just banks so quickly, that the centrifugal force and ALL THE DARKNESS makes you feel that you are making like a bat.
And then of course you stop once more, switch to a different track, wherein you are plummeted down a steep drop.
As you might imagine, since we are a family of thrill seekers, we live to experience this ride. And since Jensen has reached the full height requirement for ALL THE SCARY RIDES, Fiddledaddy and I can now ride roller coasters together. Instead of taking turns.
Although we never ever really get to sit together, because at least one child has to be attached to each of us. On Saturday, we were able to ride Expedition Everest FOUR times. At the end of the day, we went 3 times in a row. And by “we”, I mean NOT ME. I made it through 2 times in a row, and when my lunch threatened to make a return engagement, I opted out and instead played photographer.
The other exciting exhibit we experienced was The Dinosaur Ride. This is a jeep ride back in time, wherein you are treated to all manner of flesh eating dinosaurs. And whiplash. I’m not a big fan of this ride, but being the good sport that I am, I will ride it at least once with my family.
And while they ride a second time I will opt to sit in blissful silence while basking in the sun. Which is torture. Pure torture.
Then towards the end of the day, when the children had worked our very last nerve, we decided to leave them to explore alone for a bit, and sadly they became dinosaur food.
Stay tuned for more limited misadventures from the happiest place on earth.