I posted a bunch of pictures from our trip to Disneyland last week on the mob. (Keep pressing the left arrow to see the whole set of 75 shots from my camera phone.) Henry and his best buddy, Will, celebrated their 9th birthdays down there along with Will’s dad and me. Here’s one last picture.
Henry and Will’s dad love roller coasters. Will and I don’t. So it worked out pretty well. Until we got to Splash Mountain. I usually don’t mind water rides. For some reason they’re not as scary to me as roller coasters. Splash Mountain is different. The ride ends with a 50 foot drop that’s nearly vertical. I didn’t learn this until we passed over it halfway through the ride.
Disney considerately offers a picture from the moment of extremis to all riders. Henry is in front, looking forward to the stomach churning drop. I’m in back, trying to survive. The picture tells the story. Click on the thumbnail for a larger version suitable for photoshopping.