Adventures are Wonderful

I was deprived. I was deprived of the childhood memories of eight feet tall Disney characters and bobsled rides on Matterhorn. And, I didn't entirely understand the meaning of Disneyland's commercial, The Happiest Place on Earth. Shocking, I know.

Plans hardly work. Brett and I had planned our spring break vacation as a relaxing time at home. We’d watch a few movies, hike Camelback Mountain, and catch some spring sun by the pool. Saturday afternoon, we woke up and home suddenly did not fit into that equation. An hour later we were checking out prices for a spontaneous adventure to California. After much convincing between going and not going, we took the irresponsible route and were on the road by four o’clock.

California is a dream. When was the last time you saw the ocean? It is a bit breathtaking when you get a glimpse of it. Maybe wonderment is a better word. The ocean is just so big. We chose a beach from a pile of brochures at our hotel front desk: Huntington Beach. It was so nice. Being at the beach in March is a bit cold. So we went to the beach with our swim suits under our clothes just in case we wanted to get in. If your stick your hand in the water you say there is no way you’re getting in. But after watching people play on the sand and surf waves, you realize there is no way to go to the beach and not get in. Cold.

Disneyland is happiness. I was kinda taken back when I first saw Pluto the dog. These characters are huge. Oh, and detail that goes into everything is amazing. The castle is small: my only disappointment. But everything else was awesome. I wish I would have been there as a kid. I had so much fun. Brett and I rode all the major rides multiple times and like most people I talk to, Space Mountain is the favorite. I screamed on Indiana Jones when the snake jumps out to eat you. And I did eat two and half churros.

Rubber isn’t perfect. Did you catch the part at the beginning? The part where this little vacation wasn’t planned. The part where we just got up and left. Well, usually before you leave for a trip you check your car out to make sure you are going to get there and back. The truck is running great, but the tires were a little worn, a lot worn. We were seriously ten maybe fifteen minutes from home and we blew one of them. Neither of us were the least bit mad. It could have been in the middle of the desert, or worse. We both kinda knew that was going to happen. Anyways, I have triple A and they came to change our tire for us. What a perfect ending. 2:30 AM, back to bed.