Vacation Weather

Our adventure into Disney World, for our second annual Grit family DW vacation, is completed. We’re all home safely, yet exhausted. Having fun is hard work. Especially when the Florida environment was 90+ degrees and 90+ percent humidity.

We arrived in Florida and DW late Saturday afternoon. The evening was pleasant.

Sunday started out hot and humid, and then poured down rain around noon. We had just ridden Kali River Rapids (in Animal Kingdom) — the warning signs say, “You will get wet. You may get soaked.” — so we were all already in various stages of watered. Cowgrit and we boys got in line for another run down the rapids when the storm clouds rolled in. The wait line is covered/inside, so we decided to just stay in the line. If the rain stops before we get to the ride, great; if it continues when we get to the ride, so what — we’re gonna get wet anyway.

We boarded the ride in a heavy downpour, so we were pretty much soaked to the skin by the time the first ride splash hit anyone. When we got off the river, we were all thoroughly and completely wet from rain and river. We had wisely stuffed our cell phones into plastic bags before the ride, but my wallet and our cash was dripping wet.

Although the rain slacked up a little while later, we all decided to go ahead and call the park done. It was time for Calfgrit4’s nap anyway, and we really needed to get out of our wet clothes. Our shoes squished when we walked, our clothes were heavy with water, and we were literally dripping as we walked. We were not the only ones in such a condition — easily half the other park visitors were equally drenched. Strangers were laughing at each other’s appearance. A prepared few families were covered in rain ponchos, but that’s not exciting.

That night, we checked the Weather Channel for the week’s forecast.

Not what you want to see for your week in Disney World. But as it turned out, that Sunday rain, while we were at Animal Kingdom, was the only rain to fall on us. The temp was a few degrees hotter, and the humidity was so high you nearly had to swim down the street. But we didn’t get rained on again.

Something that amazed me in some crowds: Standing there in the heat and humidity, I sweated. Other people around me sweated — you could see the beads of sweat on their foreheads and faces, you could see the wet, dark spots on their shirts. But there was always a person in the crowd who showed no signs of perspiration. A guy in a gray t-shirt with not so much as a spot under his arms. A girl with long, full black hair with not so much as a glisten on her cheek.

What kind of metabolism do these sweatless freaks of nature have that 90° heat and 90% humidity brings no cooling moisture from their pores? FREAKS!

Bullgrit