Driving – 20 miles.
Walking – 7.1 miles
Okay, well that last update was refreshingly short (yeah, so NOT typical). Don’t expect the same brevity here. In fact, I’m warning you now, better go get a beer and take a potty break before you start reading, this thing’s gonna be so long it should have acts and an intermission. Sorry about that.
Here we are, the last “real” day of our vacation. Sigh. We’ve had a great time, and I think we’ve done a ton without over-doing it (at least by our standards). We’ve mostly kept to our regular schedule of sleep and food and we both feel pretty good with the exception of my stupid feet which are, as usual, yelling at me to “lose some weight already, you’re killing us down here!”
Busch doesn’t open until 10am, so we have a super relaxing morning and finally leave the room around 8:45. We’re 4th in line waiting for the parking lot to open, get a good parking spot, and are on the first tram.
Thanks to an online friend’s connections and my Busch Gardens planning guide, I was able to finagle a couple of comp tickets, which is cool. Unfortunately, Busch seemed to ignore my request and waited until just a few days before we left to send me a notification email. Of course, by this time I’d already purchased our tickets. Oh well, I guess I needed a lesson in “good things come to those who wait!”
The gates are surprisingly packed. Weird. Weirder still is the fact that most of these folks look like they should be drinking $1 coffee at Denny’s or shopping for polyester slacks at JCPenney. They are OLD.
I mean, it’s a little freaky because there’s us, there’s a few family groups, a few South American Tour Groups (SATG’s), and then there’s this +60 crowd. What the heck? Did Busch tear down the coasters and install a Buick dealership?