Alighting from the Courtesy Tram at 10:41 a.m.
And—to me, anyway—these Courtesy Trams are new.
Onward to the Oasis.
Yes, Irma was here.
But the Tree of Life is still living. Or at least standing.
Marsupial Meet-Up thereunder.
The usual flamboyance.
Meanwhile, in Pandora-The World of Avatar, all floating mountains are intact.
On the path from Pandora to Africa.
Looking back from Harambe to the path to Pandora.
Welcome to Harambe.
Obligatory Everest-in-the-distance shot.
Ephippiorhynchus senegalensis, a perennial favorite of mine.
Rafiki welcomes you to his Planet Watch.
Where it’s National My Bunny Is Bigger Than Your Bunny Day.
At least I was smart enough not to test this…
They say a little reptilia squamata teiidae dracaena goes a long way…
Back in Harambe, the Nice Try Wall at the Wildlife Express Station.
For me, the décor in the retail establishments is usually more appealing than most of the merchandise.
On the path from Africa to Asia. Because I know you want to see the Tree of Life partially obstructed by foreground flora.
At Flame Tree Barbecue, I have thoughtfully done some cropping to protect the identity of a family that is about to lose part of their lunch, if this guy’s plan works out.
Who knows why this tee is offered in child sizes only…
(Be sure to watch at 1080p HD)
Disney’s Hollywood Studios: The Entrance. At 11:23 a.m. today. Although the iPhone prefers to focus on the tree leaves.
Today I am here to bid farewell to the Great Movie Ride.
Best enjoyed with a FastPass+.
Olivia and Errol discuss their plans for after the 13th of August.
Ready when you are, C.B.
Polite gangsters always aim their firearms skyward.
Clint lights up.
The Duke has a warning for us.
In space, no-one can take a picture that isn’t either blurry or washed out by a sudden burst of scary light.
That thing has a lid on it for a reason.
I told you what would happen if you disturbed the treasure of the god, unbeliever.
Rick: We’ll always have the Great Movie Ride.
Ilsa: Not after this Sunday we won’t.
And we come to The End.
After lunching on
at Backlot Express, a stroll around steamy Echo Lake on the way to the park exit.
A scorching drive home begins in the Music parking lot, row 61.
I am expressing my way from one park to another today, beginning with arrival at the Magic Kingdom parking lot around 8:15 this morning. Walking toward the Transportation and Ticket Center…
My ride (the Richard F Irvine) across the lagoon arrives at 8:27.
A safe crossing has been effected at 8:40.
And it’s a beautiful morning on Main Street Square.
While I wait for the Harmony Barber Shop to open next to the Car Barn, the Main Street Transportation Company waits for the signal to start transporting.
Following my tonsorial tune-up, I head over to Epcot to dream along with Ellen one last time before her Energy Adventure joins the Attractions of YesterWorld.
I am feeling fragmented by the idea of never experiencing this attraction again after today.
The kid sitting next to me today is a compulsive foot/leg bouncer, so most of the photos I take are spoiled by shake. Sigh. Wish we could have dropped him off to visit with this guy:
Whatever they’ve been arguing about for the last thirty-five years is irrelevant now.
This looks like where Donald, Mike, Mitch, and Paul will be spending some endless time. When the time comes.
She just wanted to have fun.
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But time and the monorail march on.
I’ll always have my memories to wear, though.
I now scoot over to Disney’s Hollywood Studios where the standby line for the Great Movie Ride, also counting down to extinction, is way too long and too much of it is in the sun for me. So after lunching in the ABC Commissary on a
which is delicious with its 20% Annual Passholder discount, I return to the TTC whence I came.
(Thanks to the many jerks with no food who are occupying tables as they wait for their fellow perps to bring it, I must dine on a bench with my tray on my lap. I send a loud raspberry in their general direction.)