When you sign up to go to WDW in January you dont plan to go to a waterpark. In fact I was hesitant to even
think about going to a waterpark in fear that I would jinx the weather and it be dreadfully cold.
But with record highs, and a hot day predicted we decided to have a bit of a late morning at the hotel and head to the Beach
Blizzard Beach, that is. It was the first day of it being re-opened after refurbishment and with the temperature we thought the park might be crowded so we decided to treat it as if we would only be there for half a day. Read: do the slide once and move on.
I had no strategy. At all. How un-DIS-like. I was flying by the seat of my pants
err
suit.
We were immediately drawn to the chair lift -- what a great idea, the worst part about waterparks is the stairs! So we waited, and waited. And then, the two ladies in front of us (who are dry as a bone mind you) motion to 2 nine year olds. Cut to 2 little girls cutting through the line dripping wet.
DH and I roll our eyes. Seriously. What kind of lesson is this? You dont have to wait your turn? As I linger to move to the side and glance at them they say: dont worry youre with us. Weve been waiting for you.
And I roll my eyes again. Cmon lady, who are you foolin? Theyre dripping wet. Were they waiting for you on the waterslide?
DH and I get over it.
Until 5 more people come cutting up the line that are with them.
What the heck? Can 2 people save a space in line for 7 others?
More eye rolling. This time we turn to the people behind us and we roll our eyes together.
We stand there, saying nothing, but having to listen to the inane drivel of these line-cutters
yadda yadda yadda
warm winter
eh
.yadda yadda yadda
.cant even play hockey on the outside rinks.
Wait a minute.
It couldnt be. My eyes focus on the back of the mans ball cap. A maple leaf.
Dangnabit. Theyre Canadians. Like us.
Dont they know whats at stake here? Were known as the polite Canadians. Well, to be complete were known as the polite Canadians who live in igloos with polar bears. But seriously. Thats why people sew Canadian flags on their backpacks. We cant be line cutters. Then were just the Canadians who live in igloos with polar bears.
Of course we didnt say anything. Not at all. Didnt want to be impolite. Thats bad manners, eh?
Finally we get to the front of the line. Getting on is not unlike getting on an actual ski lift, but a heck of a lot less slippery.
Both of us has taken one look at Summit Plummet and said no way so instead we headed in the direction of the Runoff Rapids. It was cute. Im afraid that I cant remember the names of all the slides we did but after RR we headed counter-clockwise around the park via the cross country creek (which to us in Toronto is affectionately called the Lazy River in pretty much every waterpark around).
And as we were lounging in the Lazy River all of a sudden there was a photopass guy. He took our picture scanned it onto a smaller photopass attached to a stretchy wristband and tossed it to us. What an awesome idea!
Later we took the opportunity to get a rare photo in the wave pool.
By the time we hit the wave pool it was about 1pm and the park was getting busy. We decided to get a few more photopass pictures and headed back to the resort to change.
Next up: Day 7 - part 2: Magic, magic, and more magic.