Bad Frontierland

If somebody out there enjoys photos of the backs of heads, then this first photo is just for you! It's pretty crummy, but I tried to imagine being the photographer; perhaps he or she was a bit shorter than average, and they had to do the best they could with taller people blocking their view. At least they managed to get the old Stagecoach in there as it bounced away on the dirt path. Don't tip over, li'l coach!

And I know we've all seen views like this lots of times; let's see it with fresh eyes. The Old Mill is dead ahead, with the water wheel slowly turning. For years I never really thought about where the water was supposed to come from, but that sluice seems to be routing it from the spring that spouts from near Tom's Treehouse. In the lower right, guests are heading toward the landing to return to Frontierland proper, while Fort Wilderness appears like a pointy mirage in the distance.