The Weather

Today marks the day I start to check the weather forecast for Anaheim. I will check it roughly 10 times a day, everyday, until we go. I will check on the St. George forecast so I can know what running kit to bring for my Monday morning run along the river. By the way, all are welcome to run/jog/walk. I suspect we'll do that at around 7 or 8am. More details to come on that one.

Now check out this video of the park at night:

Anyway, back to the weather. Of course, we want it to be a low of 55, a high of 72, and plenty of sunshine. That's ideal.  Come on, ideal! But it could also rain or be windy.  

Or it could be a hurricane.  Here's actual footage from when the hurricane passed over the Jungle Cruise:

Or maybe it will be bright and sunny and awesome!

Long story:

What is Happening to Us?

By now, the rest of the family had cleared security, but something felt undeniably off. Maybe it was the dog incident, maybe it was the confiscated scissors, or maybe it was the over-the-top security setup itself, but everyone had that uneasy feeling again.

As they regrouped past the security checkpoint, Steve glanced around. "Does anyone else feel like we're in the opening scenes of a disaster movie? You know, the part where things are just a little too normal but you can tell something's about to go horribly wrong?"

Lissa shuddered. "You’re not helping."

Still, not to be deterred, the families kept moving forward. After all, this was Disneyland—where nothing bad ever happened... right?

But as they walked toward the park gates, even the churro carts seemed to be missing, and that strange feeling clung to them like a shadow. Something was off, and though they couldn't quite put their fingers on it, they had the creeping sense that the day was just getting started.

As the families finally emerged from the extra security checkpoint, something felt... even more off. The familiar buzz of the Disney Esplanade, normally brimming with cheerful music, colorful lights, and excited families, seemed unusually quiet. The upbeat melodies that usually played over the speakers were gone, replaced by an odd, slow tune that didn’t quite fit the Disney magic.

“Is it just me, or is that the music from Fantasia?” Trevor asked, glancing up at the speakers suspiciously. “The weird part with the dancing mushrooms?”

Kevin frowned. “It’s like we’ve stepped into an alternate Disney universe... you know, the creepy one.”

“And where is everyone?” Lissa asked, looking around the nearly empty plaza. Normally, the Esplanade was a chaotic sea of people, but now it felt like a ghost town. Sure, there were a few groups wandering around, but nothing like the packed crowds they'd come to expect.

Zac nodded. “It’s like the apocalypse, but with churros and Mickey ears.”

“Maybe everyone else got spooked by the bomb-sniffing dogs,” Roman suggested, glancing over his shoulder as if expecting another one to appear out of nowhere.

“Or maybe,” Steve said dramatically, “we're the last ones left, and the only survivors must uncover the dark secrets of the Magic Kingdom.”

Julene rolled her eyes. “Let’s not get too carried away, Steve.”