In February, 2000 we went with three couples from our wine tasting group, The Wine Syndicate, to the Middleton Inn outside of Charleston, SC for a great weekend of wine tasting, recreation and sightseeing.
I had only been “through” Charleston until this visit. I was amazed at what an interesting city it is. The tip of the peninsula is comprised of a grid of about 10×20 blocks of mostly 18th century mansions, with average values of $2-4M! It’s now a retail city, with most of the trade going to tourism, although in the past it was a wholesale city. King Street is a bit like Royal Street in New Orleans, with dozens of antique stores in just a few blocks. There are also many restaurants which feature what they call “low country” cuisine — stuff like “She-Crab” soup. The highlight of our trip was a carriage ride, which was filled with an hour of fascinating facts and stories about the old city.
We saw the new Millennium (or Millennium-1, depending upon how you count) in
at Williamsburg, where my father lives on the Kingsmill Golf Course. As usual,
we traveled by auto train. New Year’s Eve was spent at a black tie party at
the Williamsburg Inn.
This was the first outing for my new Fujifilm MX-2700 (1800×1200) camera, with which I am
quite pleased.
For Christmas both Danielle and
Linda got Legos — about 3000 in all! That should keep them busy.
Waiting to board the train. Our
car is already loaded.
Sewing lessons while waiting for
the train to board.
Keeping busy aboard the train by
making a stocking for Nicole’s cat, Nipper. The sewing kit was a request
to Santa.
Relaxing in our cabin.
Journal writing.
They are constructing a
“kitchen” behind one of the houses in Colonial Williamsburg,
using 18th century techniques, of course. But wait. What’s that metal
scaffolding? After they’d already built an 18th century scaffold, OSHA
made them use a 20th century one. Your tax dollars at work.
One of the things Colonial
Williamsburg is known for at Christmas is its decorations, which use all
natural ingredients, in the style of the 18th century. The average wreath
is replaced once or twice during the Christmas season because of
squirrels! This one is made of dried and fresh flowers.
Here is another wreath that I
liked. This one incorporates pomegranates, wheat and feathers.
Another edible wreath.
The stocks. One of only two times
on the trip that Danielle wasn’t wiggling.
The other time.
When you’ve grown up in Florida,
ice in a barrel is a real novelty. Hard to believe that two days later it
was 72 degrees.
The only thing better than a
frozen barrel? A frozen pond.
Lunch with Pop Pop at the King’s
Mill Country Club.
Danielle and Pop Pop both like
projects. This one is a crystal radio kit.
Clowning around while building a
crystal radio with Pop Pop..
Golfing on the Woods course at
Kingsmill.
Our porch at the Williamsburg
lodge overlooked a duck pond. It was cold for the first two days, then
turned unseasonably warm to welcome in the new year.
Playing Ginnie’s piano. Danielle
picked out a whole Christmas carol.
Black Tie New Year’s Eve party at
the Williamsburg Inn.
Danielle learned the Foxtrot, Cha
Cha, and a bit of the Swing.
Steve and Linda dancing just
before the stroke of midnight.
I call this simply
“Millennium Tongue”.
That must make this
“Millennium Top Hat”.
Carriage ride in Colonial
Williamsburg.
Aboard the carriage. Danielle is
wearing her New Year’s Eve party favor — a tiara.
Jack and Jill (not necessarily in
that order).
In jail.
Tree climbing.
Danielle works on her journal in
the top bunk as we head home in a new millennium.
Danielle and I traveled to California in June, 1999 for a two week vacation. Linda, unfortunately, was too busy on projects at Epcot to accompany us. We began our trip with a visit to Linda’s parents in Los Angeles, and saw Knott’s Berry Farm and the Getty Museum. Then it was on to Death Valley for a really interesting few days of 114 degree weather (honest, it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity!) Next we spent a night in Las Vegas and caught the Star Trek Experience, where we have equipment installed (Danielle hated it, but it was really cool). Finally, we drove to Carlsbad (Danielle was a great traveler for the whole 7 hours across the Mojave Desert) and visited the San Diego Wild Animal Park, San Diego Zoo, and Legoland. It was a great trip.
Conestoga Wagon at Knott’s Berry FarmSteve and Dean and a couple offloozies.Bare feet and Death Valley don’t mix.Lobby of the Furnace Creek Inn in Death Valley.Stovepipe Wells, Death Valley.Outside Scotty’s Castle, Death Valley.Mushroom Rock, Death Valley.Badwater, Death Valley. Elevation -282 feet. Lowest spot in North America.Treasure Island, Las Vegas.Lobby of the Four Seasons Aviara in Carlsbad.Lobby of the Four Seasons Aviara in Carlsbad.San Diego Wild Animal Park.<San Diego Wild Animal Park. My favorite picture from the trip.San Diego Zoo.San Diego Zoo.Legoland.Legoland. This wagon has a flat.Legoland. The jousting ride.Legoland. Look carefully at the Lego mural.Legoland. Miniland, showing part of San Francisco.Legoland. Whizz the dog. Named for obvious reasons.Legoland. Danielle’s favorite: Lego Driving School (6 times!)Since Linda didn’t get to go on our summer vacation, when I returned to Legoland in October for meetings, I arranged to take her with me for a backstage tour (on her birthday). We stayed at the same place that Danielle and I did, the beautiful Four Seasons Aviara.
Our summer 1998 vacation trip was great. We picked Danielle up at SeaWorld camp on Friday afternoon, August 7th, and headed to the airport to catch a Delta non-stop to Los Angeles. The lease ran out on Linda’s car last month. She has her heart set on a Corvette, but the color she wants isn’t available right now, a situation worsened by the recent GM strike. So she’s been renting a car for the past few weeks. It seemed strange to drive to the airport and have no car to park, but it sure was convenient to be able to simply abandon it in the rental car lot like we do when we’re traveling.
The flight was uneventful. Since I earn Delta SkyMiles on American Express card purchases made on my own and the company’s Amex cards, we’re usually able to get free first class tickets for vacations. First class makes traveling with a busy seven-year-old a lot easier. That coupled with plenty to do — a couple of game CD’s on the laptop, an activity book, and some plastic-tasting food — made the flight go pretty quickly. There are usually a lot of Disney people in first class on the Orlando-Los Angeles non-stop, and this flight was no exception, so we had a chance to visit with a few people we don’t see all that often.
When we arrived we rented a car and drove to Linda’s parents’ house. On the way I swung past the house I grew up in and lived in until I got married at 22. The neighborhood seemed a bit more run-down than I recall, with a fair amount of peeling paint and uncut grass, but I suppose it’s holding up better than most of Los Angeles. I drove past the site of the Baldwin Hills Dam, which was only a few hundred yards from our house, but there was little sign of where it had been.
Linda’s parents live in a two-story, semi-Victorian house that was built near downtown Los Angeles in 1903. The house features hand-painted ceiling murals and elaborate oak paneling. Originally lit by gas lamps, it was refitted for electricity in the 1920’s. Saturday we spent a quiet day at home, letting Danielle play with her grandparents.
One of the advantages of an old house is the attic. With an accumulation of seventy years of “stuff”, there’s always something interesting. On this trip I dredged up some old photos for scanning and some interesting old jewelry and books. Linda found a toy crane from her childhood, a recreation of the arcade-type candy or stuffed toy cranes. It has two levers that manipulate the arm and jaws, and a chute into which objects may be dropped in order to get them out of the enclosed plastic cover. After a little WD-40 Danielle had a great time manipulating the levers to retrieve small “treasures” (crumpled paper) and drop them down the chute. It beats losing fifty cents a shot.
We also unearthed a model of Disneyland that Linda made for her sixth grade art fair, in an eerie presaging of her career as an Imagineer. It’s really quite good, and her parents are still annoyed that she took second place behind a girl who leaned her father’s stamp collection against a prefab castle. Talk about holding a grudge. . .
For dinner we went to El Cholo, a 70-year-old Mexican restaurant just a block away from their house. We’ve been going to El Cholo all our lives, originally for their unique style of Mexican cooking, then later for the country’s best frozen Margaritas. The restaurant began as a small house on Western Avenue, then gradually expanded over the years, until today it occupies almost half the block.
Sunday afternoon we headed for the Los Angeles Zoo. Orlando doesn’t have much of a zoo. While Los Angeles’s Zoo has always stood in the shadow of the San Diego Zoo, it’s pretty nice. Located on a hilly corner of Griffith Park, a wilderness area that is the largest municipal park in the country, the zoo offers thousands of animals in very natural settings, with no obvious bars or cages.
When Linda and I lived in Los Angeles we were members of GLAZA, the Greater Los Angeles Zoo Association. During the 1980s we watched the zoo grow and improve its exhibits year by year. Since then there have been animal care problems, management scandals, and funding shortfalls, and now the zoo population seems somewhat sparse.
We saw lions, giraffes, rhinos, antelope, ibex, lynx, wolverines, koalas, seals, polar bears, gorillas, flamingoes, lemurs, marmots, kangaroos, wallabies, foxes, wolves and many more. We enjoyed the otter exhibit the most. Two otters in a large area filled with pools, streams, logs, slides, tubes and other playthings spells fun. The two were in constant motion. We watched them play tag for about half an hour. They have quite a sense of humor. The leader would dive into the top end of an inclined tube and slide through, while the chaser jumped in the water and waited to surprise him at the bottom.
After the zoo we drove up to Burbank and had dinner at The Smoke House, a restaurant we’ve been going to for over thirty years. Their business is built primarily on the fact that they have the world’s best garlic bread — really more of a crumbly cheese / sour dough loaf. Mmmm.
Monday Linda and I headed out to Walt Disney Imagineering in Glendale. Linda went to visit co-workers in the department she belonged to before she established the Florida presence of WDI Electronic Engineering. I went to make a presentation about our new products to the Audio/Video department. There were about a dozen engineers in the meeting, and our products were very well received. Most of these people are old friends. Since my company makes many of the A/V systems used in new attractions, we have a special working relationship with them, and it’s always a pleasure to see them when I’m back in Los Angeles.
Tuesday we visited the Page Museum at the La Brea tar pits. Danielle enjoyed seeing the skeletons of giant sloths and saber-tooth tigers that were trapped in the tar. We also watched a film about dinosaurs, and why there aren’t any at the La Brea tar pits.
Wednesday morning, bright and early, we headed for San Francisco. We had to pay for this flight, and since it’s only 40 minutes, we flew coach! We rented a car from Dollar, and were pleased to be offered a convertible at the mid-size rate. So top down, bundled up against the fog, we headed for Cliff House and the Sutro Baths.
The Sutro Baths were built at the base of the cliffs overlooking Seal Rocks, in the late 1800’s. The original bathhouse was an enormous structure, nearly spanning the coastal outlet of the rocky canyon. A great, curved roof several stories high protected the bathers from the chill sea air, completely enclosing the football-field-sized pool, steam baths and changing rooms. The structure burned in the early 1960’s. All that remains today are the concrete walls of its foundation, and the caves cut into the jagged cliffs.
Danielle climbed about on the slippery walls under Linda’s fearful gaze, then we all climbed the path to the Cliff House. This is the third structure to use that name. The first two were large hotels perched above the baths. One burned in the early 1900’s after only a few years of service, the second lasted somewhat longer. Today the Cliff House is a restaurant serving well-prepared California cuisine, with a wine list honored by the Wine Spectator Award of Excellence.
After a delicious lunch we headed north, through Golden Gate Park and across the Golden Gate Bridge. With the convertible top down the bridge was most impressive, rising some 500 feet above the cold waters of San Francisco Bay. Danielle took a photo looking straight up as we passed under one of the massive arched supports. A mile away from the bay the fog lifted, and we found ourselves surrounded by eucalyptus, oak, cypress, and a few pines.
After a quick stop for sunscreen, we drove up the winding coast on Highway 1, enjoying the contrast to the flatness of Florida. Rocky cliffs plunged to the Pacific as we took in the sights and smells along the way. We skirted a large, freshwater bay at Stimson Beach and headed inland. Near Point Reyes the road wound through thick stands of eucalyptus that provided a deeply shaded canopy. After a stop at the Pt. Reyes National Recreation Area Visitor’s Center, we headed back.
By now it was 4pm, but we couldn’t resist stopping at Muir Woods, a pristine Redwood forest. Walking on deeply shaded paths amid the giant trees, Danielle commented, “We’re not in Kansas anymore. “
Finally, we finished our first day in San Francisco by heading back across the Golden Gate Bridge and downtown, to The Mandarin Hotel, where Linda and I had stayed about ten years ago.
The hotel was as nice as ever, and we had the pleasant surprise of possibly the best room in the entire hotel, on the top (48th) floor, overlooking the Bay Bridge and Alcatraz.
We dined at Silks, the hotel restaurant. The Sommelier, Reneé-Nicole Kubin, formerly of Charlie Trotter’s in Chicago, was a charming hostess, and the winelist was extremely well thought out. Unfortunately the food was not really at the same level, and the food service was truly disorganized. Still, it was a very pleasant end to a very busy day.
Thursday, after Danielle’s obligatory room service breakfast, we drove down to Fisherman’s Warf. I bought a cap to cover my head, which was slightly sunburned from our convertible exploits, despite liberal applications of sunscreen.
After a pleasant lunch at the end of Pier 39 we picked up the Alcatraz tickets we’d reserved prior to the trip, and caught the boat out to the island.
It was cool on the boat, but still the warmest I’d ever felt the air on San Francisco bay. The ten-minute boat ride provides a time to get in the proper mood to enjoy the lonely solitude of “The Rock”. It’s easy to imagine the hopelessness that the “incorrigibles” sent here for incarceration must have felt.
A new audio tour uses binaural sound, prisoner interviews, and dramatic reenactments to capture the experience of life in the cellblock. We all enjoyed it very much.
Thursday evening we dined in a Japanese restaurant at the Plaza Hotel. After dinner we sat in the lobby listening to the piano music, and pretended that it was one hundred years ago. Danielle had some interesting opinions on the advantages of gaslight over the newfangled electric lights the hotel had just installed.
Friday we walked to Market and Powell, grabbing pastries for breakfast on the way, and stopping at the St. Francis Hotel, where Linda and I spent our honeymoon 20 years ago, to ride the glass elevators. After about an hour wait, we caught the cable car. Danielle enjoyed her precarious perch on the side of the car, right up front. She also photographed the mechanism that grabs the cable.
At the end of the line we got off and walked to Ghirardelli Square. After shopping and lunch we crossed to the Hyde Street Pier. A new Maritime Museum, operated by the National Park Service, takes up the whole pier. There, for the bargain price of four dollars, we practiced riveting, toured a ferry boat from the 1930’s (the longest wooden vessel still afloat), and explored the Balclutha, an 1880’s square rigger used in the grain trade of the newly blossoming San Francisco.
Afterwards we enjoyed the variety of odd musical instruments in a terrific music shop at the Cannery, then caught a cab back to the hotel. We had a quiet and pleasant dinner at the Hyatt, a block from the Mandarin. Both hotels are located in the financial district, which was already growing deserted for the weekend as Friday night drew to a close.
Saturday we arose late, packed and checked out of the Mandarin. Since we’d seen so much more than we’d expected to in San Francisco, we decided to drive through wine country before the plane flight home. We headed north across the Golden Gate Bridge, and in a little more than an hour found ourselves in Sonoma.
Our first stop was Cline Cellars, known for their Zinfandel, and “ancient vines” line of wines. While Danielle fed the giant coy fish in the pond we sampled several wines and purchased a delicious Carignane (“CARE-EE-NYON'”) to bring back with us. We also bought a salami and some cheeses, which we enjoyed out by the pond. Our next stop was Gundlach-Bundschu, a charming stone structure tucked up beneath a hill. We purchased a Reserve 1985 Cabernet from their library, which we’ll share with our wine group. Danielle enjoyed socializing with their rather over-stuffed golden retriever.
Finally, we visited Buena Vista, California’s oldest premium winery, founded in 1857 by Count Agoston Haraszthy, the father of California viticulture. There we purchased a 1986 Reserve Cabernet from their library, while Danielle chatted with their resident artist. Outside, one of the winery cats lounged lazily under a picnic table, consuming a mouse for its lunch.
The day was waning, and we regretfully headed back across the Golden Gate a final time, and on to San Francisco Airport, where we returned our beloved convertible and caught the 7pm flight back to LAX.
During our layover we munched on Mexican food and grabbed one final Margarita at the mini-El Cholo in the Delta terminal. Danielle and I keep journals when we travel, and we used the time to catch up on our drawings and writings about the trip, and to fill out a few post cards. The red-eye left Los Angeles at 11pm, and we all caught a few winks before arriving in Orlando around 7am. After renting yet another car, we headed home, for our own comfortable beds.
There used to be a summer wine festival at Captiva near Memorial Day, and we started making an annual trip the year Dani was born. Several members of our wine group went along. After the first year we learned to stay at Land’s End Village.
Good shelling 1994
Dani, Linda amd Jonathan Henline, 1994
In 1996 we went on our sixth annual trip to Captiva. Steve was in Europe during the Annual Wine Festival, so we went later in the summer, and were accompanied by the Carstensens. Here Danielle pilots the dolphin cruise while Mindy looks for a life preserver.
Starting in 1996 we began going to the Ritz Carlton Naples after Captiva. It’s our favorite hotel, anywhere.
Back to Captiva in 1997, this time with Danielle’s friend Zachary. Nicole also went along, as she did every year except 1996.
By chance, a school chum of Danielle’s was visiting Captiva at the same time, and came by to play frogs in the bathtub.
Here we are on the porch at Land’s End, overlooking the Caribbean.
Danielle was born in 1991. When she was six months old, Linda, Danielle and Nicole moved to Paris for the EuroDisneyland installation. Danielle and Nicole stayed for three months, and Linda stayed on for an additional three months. Steve made several trips over to visit, and during 1992 Linda visited Florida seemingly every weekend. Talk about a commute!
Lusanne, Switzerland. We took the TGV high speed train through the mountains, and stayed at the Palace Hotel for several days.
Exterior of the trailer at the Davey Crocket campground, EuroDisney.
Trailer interior.
Don’t look behind the couch. Everything was covered with mold.
My father lived on the King’s Mill Golf Course in Williamsburg, Virginia. We visited him most years, sometimes traveling by auto train. We enjoyed the ambiance of the train, and it’s convenient to have our car and all of Danielle’s “stuff” when we get there.
norv and ginnie in williamsburg 1987 taken by bill alcorn
Dad’s house in King’s Mill,1989.
Dani before her baptism, posing in front of the fireplace at PopPop and GinGin’s house.
The Slide.
On the iced-up pond across the street, January 1997.
This ice is slippery stuff.
Trains are BIG. That red dot is Danielle. January 1998.
Boarding the train, January 1998.
Linda locks Danielle and Pop Pop into the Pillory, Colonial Williamsburg, January 1998.
Silversmith, Colonial Williamsburg, January 1998.
Windmill, Colonial Williamsburg, January 1998.
Behind the Governor’s Mansion, Colonial Williamsburg, January 1998.
Golfing with Dad, December 1998.
With Miss Manderly, a character from the American Girls Felicity book, Colonial Williamsburg, December 1998.
In the lobby of the Williamsburg Inn, between Christmas and New Year’s, 1999
Dancing in the dining room of the Williamsburg Inn, between Christmas and New Year’s, 1999
Blacksmith Shop. Thanksgiving, 2001.
Thanksgiving, 2001.
The Capitol. Thanksgiving, 2001.
Carter’s Grove. Thanksgiving, 2001.
Thanksgiving, 2001.
Gunsmith Shop. Thanksgiving, 2001.
Thanksgiving, 2001.
Thanksgiving, 2001.
Thanksgiving, 2001.
Thanksgiving, 2002.
Thanksgiving, 2002.
Thanksgiving, 2002.
Thanksgiving, 2002.
Thanksgiving, 2002.
Thanksgiving, 2005 Parade.
Thanksgiving, 2005 Shop.
Thanksgiving, 2005 walking to a witch trial reenactment.
Thanksgiving, 2005 at Ford’s Colony.
Thanksgiving 2007. At the Williamsburg Inn for Thanksgiving dinner, Reggie brought Dani a PB&J sandwich for old times sake.
In 1989 we went for our first Caribbean cruise, on the Norway, Norwegian Cruise Line’s flagship. The Norway was originally built as “The France”, and represented the pinnacle of cruise ship design. Too large to enter the Caribbean ports of call, we used “huge “tenders” to disembark on St. Martin and St. Thomas. We met two charming couples with whom we dined, and enjoyed all of the amenities of the ship. Particularly memorable are the lazy breakfasts on our private balcony.
Boarding.
Don’t we look relaxed?
The Alcorns, the Segars and the Malloys prepare to “put on the nosebag”.
Who knows? But it sold them another photograph.
Casual night.
Formal night.
Dancing to Jazz.
Dining “royally”. The highlight, as always, was “Hot, hot, , hot”.
For our 20th wedding anniversary, Linda and I slipped away to The Greenbriar in West Virginia for a delightful stay at one of America’s most unique resorts. It’s amazing how fast twenty years have gone by.
Linda and I visited St. Augustine in 1983 after Epcot opened.
Backwards
And a return trip in the fall of 1997 when our wine group spent a long weekend at “The Whale’s Tail”, a bed and breakfast in St. Augustine. This cannon is mounted on one of the oldest structures in the United States.
In August 1998 we had a great time at the historic lighthouse at Ponce Inlet, about an hour drive from Orlando.
With the stress of Epcot behind us, we took the opportunity to get away for a fourth anniversary trip to Charlotte Amalie in Saint Thomas, U. S. Virgin Islands. We flew down, and stayed on the back side of the island in a nice resort. One day we borrowed a car from the resort. That was exciting, because they drive on the left side of the road, but the use American cars. Very odd. Mostly we took cabs. They run on island time, so the driver stops and picks up friends as he drives you.
In 1983, with the frantic pace of Epcot’s opening behind us, we visited Morocco, on a Disney-sponsored tour. It was exotic, exciting, and tiring. A great experience, but it was nice to get home!
We were met at the Casablanca/Rabat Airport byour guide, who called himself “Missouri”. I think he assumed that none of us could pronounce his real name. He was probably right.Francie Owen (Walt Disney World), Linda (Walt Disney Imagineering), Glenn (Birket Engineering), and I, touring the ruins in Rabat. This was the first day of our trip, and we had been awake for over 24 hours at this point.Weaving in the Casbah of Rabat.Francie’s first taste of mint tea.A “Souk” or marketplace, in Meknes, on the way to Fez.The dentist’s booth had a lot of clients. They let him keep the teeth.Spice merchant.One of my favorite pictures of Linda, outside one of the king’s many palaces, high in the Atlas Mountains.Glenn, Francie, Linda and Steve, in the mountains.Missouri, at the Roman ruins of Volubilis.Linda, Francie and Glenn at Volubilis.The entrance to the “Medina”, or old city, in Fez.Moroccan video arcade.Inside the Medina. Hang onto your wallet.Peeking at the tourists.The butcher. What he doesn’t use goes to….The Tannery. What a memorable smell: animal hides and horse urine. Only half the tour group made it through.Selling rugs in Fez.Linda and Glenn Birket in front of another of the king’s palaces.A colorful wall in the desert near Marrakech.Charming Cobras in Marrakech.Charming Francie in Marrakech.What?!! Pigeon again?!! The four of us soon split from the tour group at dinner times, and sought out the best French restaurant in each town.Linda checks out the native mode of transportation in Marrakech.
In December 1980 we took a driving trip throughout the western United States, visiting Las Vegas, Zion, Bryce, Lake Powell, and the Grand Canyon. Linda drove her faithful RX-3 station wagon, while I took photographs. We enjoyed the brisk weather, and the solitude afforded by the nearly empty National Parks.
Linda’s venerable RX-3 Station Wagon, somewhere in Utah. This picture was taken shortly after we learned what “black ice” was, and we were probably stopped to change our underwear.
Yup. This is definitely NOT US-89.
Bryce Canyon. We stayed at a colorful place called “Ruby’s Inn”. I’ll never forget the mattress. We finally put it on the floor.
Lake Powell. It was like glass.
Sunbathing along the Colorado River. I suggested a bikini, but she was worried about snow.
This canyon gets much deeper, downstream.
Grand Canyon. Linda held this tree up for a while…
…then I took over.
Dangerous to overlook this overlook.
We stayed at the El Tovar, and it snowed the night before we left. This was cute until we couldn’t get the car started.
Shortly after joining WED (now Walt Disney Imagineering) Linda began organizing a nearly annual trip to Yosemite for the members of the Electronic Engineering department. The trip was soon dubbed The Return of the WEDI, and her organizing efforts dubbed Alcorn Tours (for which she received a commemorative plaque on the tenth anniversary). This tradition continued for two decades, and we also went a few other places along the way.
1980, the first of two years in the tent cabins at Camp Curry before we graduated to the Yosemite Lodge as people started to earn more money!
1980
Campfire near Yosemite Falls 1981
Dave Barnett, 1981
Chris and Linda
Phil 1986
Ira 1981
John Noonan 1981
1983 — we missed 1982 because of Epcot
1983
1985
For a change of pace, we went to Tuolumne meadows in 1986. Our trip was on the first weekend of the summer that it opened, and it was still cold. The tent cabin were nicer than at Camp Curry, and everyone had a great time in the high country.
1988
1988
1988
Martin 1988
1988
Chris break dancing
Linda, Glenn and Chris designing Epic Stunt Theater (Indiana Jones) at Yosemite Lodge, 1988. Work never stops.
1989 at the Ahwahnee
1990
1990
1990 Lina is pregnant
1990 baby shower at Yosemite Lodge
1990 baby shower at Yosemite Lodge
1990 baby shower at Yosemite Lodge
October 1, 1992 at Epcot for the 10th anniversary
1992 at our house
1992 at our house
1994
1994
1994
1994
1994
1994
In 1996 we went to the Grand Canyon and stayed at the El Tovar.
We had a really cool room called the Mary Coulter Library, with a huge porch that looked out over the canyon.
In 1979 we also went to San Diego together for the first time, visiting the Zoo, SeaWorld, Old Town and Wild Animal Park. OK, so there are a lot of pictures of petting zoos here. We like em, OK?
San Diego Zoo.
San Diego Zoo.
San Diego Zoo (non-permanent resident).
Vacation Village Resort, on an island in Mission Bay. We ended up at this lovely spot after checking into our motel and discovering it to be a dump. When we looked in the room’s phone book for a better place (you remember phone books, right?) the accommodations pages were almost worn out from all the previous guests who had the same idea!
Vacation Village Resort, on an island in Mission Bay.
San Diego Wild Animal Park.
San Diego Wild Animal Park.
San Diego Wild Animal Park. You’ve got to admit, he’s kinda cute. The deer’s OK, too.
San Diego Wild Animal Park.
San Diego Wild Animal Park.
San Diego Wild Animal Park.
So what did we learn from this post? Zoos are filled with wild animals that look just like goats.
Dani, Linda amd Jonathan Henline, 1994
Thanksgiving, 2001.
Thanksgiving, 2002.
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