As the kids have gotten older, I am now starting to wonder if our 2017 trip to Epcot is going to be the last one we take as a family. Our schedules are taking us in a million different directions, and our pockets are clear out of spending money. Sadly, this may be our last sojourn into the future world. But before we get all moisty-eyed, lets discuss this trip.
5 million people just out of focus |
When we get to the park, we were struck just by how busy it was. We tried to see what Fast Track and Soarin' were up to in wait times and it was impossible that the lines could be that long. The fast pass system has changed in the last 5 years; they were all sold out. 3-4 hour wait times at Fast Track? Even G wasn't up for the wait. We then walked over to Soarin'. The wait was only 90 minutes and I liked the trivia game that you could play while you waited. Lets do it! So while DLG and LC were getting caricatures done near France, the boys and I started our slow march to the ride.
2 hours later, we get off the ride. Of course it wasn't worth that long of a wait, but it was enjoyable once we got there. We go back and meet the girls and have some pizza in Italy.
It's now been 4 hours since we stepped foot in the park. We now have one ride, and a 35 dollar pizza to show for it. We walk around to see what the other rides are like. Spaceship Earth was going to be two hours. Even rides like journey to the imagination had one hour wait times. So back to Soarin' we go. This time with all five of us.
After our second time through the line, (Make it 7 hours at the park), we decided to go to a different place for dinner outside of the park, thinking that the rides at night would not be as long since the families with the small kids would be leaving. But if anything, the crowds got bigger! It was now night time. All the rides had two or three hour wait times. Even past the time that the park closed for Gods sake. The countries were packed like we walking past Times Square.
We even tried Test Track one more time. I became nervous when they closed the doors behind us. Uh, were the last riders of the night? That cant be a good thing, hurdling down the track with a bunch of tired 22 year olds looking to go out at the club. Lets take a couple of pictures and go home, I declared.
The constant walking led to the kids agree with my declaration. The frustration with the lack of rides and the 5 million people wore us all down. Everyone just wanted to go back to the hotel room and relax for our long trip home in the morning. At least we got quality time with the kids in the room instead of screaming time in the park. Not so bad. And maybe this wont be our last trip.