Thank You, Mister Edison
After my midnight excursion, I stopped to take in the view on my walk back to Disneyland’s Main Gate. (Silly isn’t it? Main Gate? It is Disneyland’s only public access point in or out. The Monorail doesn’t count that way.)
A late night cruise aboard is another thing missed from those long ago summers before Fantasmic. Right up to park closing, trips were made down the river. The sounds of live jazz coming from the French Market. Bear Country without screams. Fort Wilderness more than just a shell.
Some pilots aboard the Mark Twain would take matters into their own hands on those last trips. On a good moonlit night, you would not need the flood light shining from above the wheelhouse to see things along the way. It gave the journey just that bit of a time travel aspect as one might have been gliding along any of the major rivers in America aboard a sternwheel steamer with the sounds of the exhaust from the steam engines mixing with the paddle wheel hitting the water.
Even with all those individual light bulbs there was plenty of illumination to see from the deck to the shore. Like the candles on a very big cake, it was a party to remember for the ages every late night aboard.
And remember fondly, we do…
Another gorgeous photo shot! No fair, now it’s even harder to wait through wind and rain, snow and sleet and hail….. well, may not all that stuff. But still hard to wait till June when I want to go now. Cie la vie.