You’re right—Disneyland isn’t a national park, although it might as well be.
After Solvang, we moved farther south to 1000 Trails Wilderness Lakes in Menifee, CA. What might have been considered wilderness when the resort was first built has since become standard southern California subdivision. It was the closest 1000 Trails resort to where George’s daughter Kathy and her family lived in Murietta, and we were there longer than anyplace else we’d stayed. There are canals throughout the preserve and apparently they stock them with fish. Eucalyptus trees around all the campsites. It’s a nice campground—until you realize that right next door is a dairy farm! When the wind was just right…
George had never in his life been to Disneyland, and I thought he should have the experience. He wasn’t overly enthusiastic because we weren’t taking kids with us (just me!)
I’d never been to Disneyland at Christmas-time. In fact, it had been 35 years since I’d been to Disneyland! Huge crowds for the parade that you couldn’t see because of the huge crowds. I took G to the Small World ride so he’d have the song running through his head for days—but because it was Christmas, they were playing Christmas songs so it didn’t work!
My favorite ride is the Canal Boat ride with all the miniature houses. I plan to have my backyard done like that at some point…when we have a backyard again.
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