Monday, January 26, 2015
One of my favorite things from all of Frontierland (past or present) was the sight of the little Mine Train as it passed Cascade Peak along the Rivers of America. And one of my favorite sense-memories is of being on the train, passing that very waterfall, and hearing the roar of the water and the cool spray on my face. It's funny that such a little thing would make such a lasting impression, but… there it is. I love the milky look of the river, somehow it feels more "real" than the blue-green water of today.
And here's a lovely shot of the Mark Twain, with bicentennial bunting in place (it IS 1976, after all). I can almost hear the banjo music.