Not Much Here

I said it a few days agon and I'll say it again: I'm running out of stuff! First, let me remind you to check the weather! Make sure it hasn't changed too much. I don't mind if it gets a bit chilly or a bit warn, but I don't want rain or wind. Fingers crossed on that one.

If it is nice and warm maybe I'll do Grizzly River Run again.  Or, maybe I'll just take more pics like these:

One adjustment we've made the last few trips is to go to Downtown Disney the night before we hit the parks. In the past we would tell ourselves that on the last day, as we leave the parks, we would wander through Downtown Disney. Well, by then we are tired, grumpy, and most definitely broke. None of us have any appetite for walking around Downtown Disney. But, going the night before is great!  They have good burgers there and it's fun to walk through the Disney store on fresh legs and full wallets.

The long story:

Something Strange in the Air

The families continued their slow march toward the DCA turnstiles, still surrounded by the eerie quiet of the Esplanade. The once lively hub between Disneyland and Disney California Adventure felt more like a ghost town than a bustling theme park entrance. The odd, hollow version of "When You Wish Upon a Star" drifted through the air, only heightening their growing unease.

Steve stopped in his tracks and squinted ahead. “Is it me, or does the park seem... abandoned?”

“Maybe it’s a surprise ‘Apocalypse Day’ event,” Kevin said, shrugging. “They’re really committing to the theme.”

“Or we’re in a secret Disney horror movie,” Zac added. “Where Goofy’s the villain.”

“Zac!” Julene scolded. “Not in front of the younger kids.”

Gage, who had been gripping Julene's hand tightly, looked up at her with wide eyes. “Goofy’s not really a villain, right?”

Julene gave him a reassuring smile, though even she couldn’t fully shake the strange vibe. “Of course not, sweetheart. Goofy’s... well, he’s just goofy.”

As they approached the DCA turnstiles, it became clear that something wasn’t quite right. There was barely anyone ahead of them. The cast members at the gates looked almost bored, which was unheard of at this time of the day. Usually, the entrance to DCA was buzzing with energy, excitement, and people crammed in like sardines.

“I don’t know about you guys,” Mandy whispered, leaning in toward Lissa, “but this morning has been strange.”

“Definitely,” Lissa agreed, nodding as she scanned the area. “It feels like we’re walking into the set of a post-apocalyptic Disney movie.”

Trevor smirked. “I told you guys, Disney’s got a dark side. This is proof.”