Perhaps I had too much fun dissing Disney yesterday--I'm sure they run a good show. My individual point--in my particular moment of American Nervousness (that's a literary reference for you Fitzgerald fans)--is that should I take Liam and Crispin to a big Orlando attraction once on a visit to Great Grandpop, that would become their focus for all future visits, making it hard for them to enjoy the simple pleasure of dining out with Grandpop.
After a nice lunch with Grandpop--at which both boys were gentleman (Crispin keeping Grandpop company while Liam and I found a parking spot; Liam lending his arm to Grandpop to help him up)--we played nerf football in the pool and then took (the perhaps first) of our customary trips on the River Queen boat tours outside Captain Hiram's--this time to Pelican Island. Here is Crispin at the helm--you can find a similar picture from a year ago without so much sun.
This was our first time taking the boat to Pelican Island, and we learned that the pelicans Teddy Roosevelt protected with the first wildlife reserve were not the common brown pelicans we see throught Florida (or the ones in California that ate Crispin's lunch one day--Liam and I distracted him, and he still is unaware of that tragedy), but white pelicans from North Dakota (where Roosevelt's family hailed from) who winter down here. These birds have a 10 foot wingspan. Should you visit and take this tour at Christmas, you can see about 3000 birds settle down at sunset (Roosevelt would have seen 30000). We saw about 150.
The boys and I were pretty keen dolphin spotters, as well.
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