So my blog absence was due in part to my long weekend trip to Disneyland. It was only my second time visiting the west coast parks, so it was quite off-putting having the need to learn my way around! But the two parks are as wonderful as I had remembered them, and despite being smoked out on our last night there (as a result of those horrible wildfires) I found it difficult to leave.
One of the very first things we did upon entering Disneyland was take the fire truck on a one-way trip up Main Street USA. Before we departed, the driver informed us that Walt himself would personally drive the truck around Main Street before the park opened for the day to check on things. It is little things like this that make you realize that Walt's spirit is still there, alive and well. You really feel his presence as you wander through each land.
Of course, being the detail nut that I am, I had to document the west coast's trash can collection. For this, I need to thank my friends Melissa, Trish, and Jenny, for putting up with my constant stopping!
So now that I have returned to the east coast and am unpacking my things, I guess the only thing left to do is ask, "When can I go back?"
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Let me be the first to welcome you back! Looking forward to hearing more about your trip, and I have to say a big "Thank You" for including some crates in your first post since your return. Your CAS membership is still in tact! :)
Welcome back. I have missed your posts.
Glad your back! Was the fire truck driver old enough to have actually worked for Walt!?
Sounds like it was fun...
Man, I have got to find me some crates somewhere!
Welcome back Jessica!
I was starting to wonder what happened to you.
Nice to see you got to take in a bit of the West Coast Park.
Cannot wait to see what details you managed to capture with your camera highlighted in future posts
IT'S ABOUT TIME I GOT A SHOUTOUT.
Um. Yeah. Yay trashcans. :)
Hey Jessica--
Sorry I'm late to the party. Welcome back! We missed you at the last CAS meeting. Some crazy guy named George kept banging on the door trying to get in . . .
Glad you had a wonderful trip! We just got back as well, and I have to echo your sentiments about Walt. We truly felt his pressence about, especially in some of the smaller details.
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