#7 Disneyland: Antithesis to Eco-tourism
Once upon a Thanksgiving holiday, I visited Disneyland with my nephews who were near my age. Past the infatuation age with Mickey, Minnie and Pluto, the highlight of our trip was the scary rides. It was a family trip nonetheless. My nephew coaxed me into riding the Matterhorn, which cranks you up to the top of the mountain and sends you hurtling backwards and that you feel your innards being pulled from your stomach as the roller coaster plunged into darkness. After the ride, the boys checked on how I felt. With a foolish bravado, I said, ‘that was great’. Next up, Space Mountain! The line to the Space Mountain was long since it was the newest ride at the time. Standing in line gave me a heightened sensation of the ride itself. Sensing my apprehension, Glenn, one of my nephews, assured me that I should sit next to him and that everything should be okay. It would be fun. All I could remember about the ride was the music; darkness; very fast;...