We woke up at 7 am. Tired, we all climbed out of our beds and got our shower bags. We went to the showers (only one of the two showers worked) and with Tara taking the first shower, it took us a good hour to take showers. My mother and I went to go get our Disneyland tickets (one day at D-land and one day at California Adventure) from my mom's cousin, Barry.

We got the tickets and headed back to the boat to pick up Tara and my dad, then off to California Adventure. We went to my mom's favorite ride, California Screamin'... just kidding. But we really did try to go to my mom's favorite ride, Soaring Over California. It was a ninety-minute wait; we were not going in that line. "Let's go get a fast pass," my mother suggested. We got in line for the fast passes; 2:35-3:35 it was now 10:00. "Ok," my mom says, "lets ride this ride." She is the scared type and won't even go on the Ferris wheel, so this was a big jump because the one she pointed to was a big water ride with a wolf it was called the Grizzly River Run. It looked scary. Tara wouldn't go on it. "Come on Tara," my mother tried to trick her into coming. "Fine," she said and we were lost in the forty-minute wait.

Finally our turn, a fairly old lady and three of what looked like her grandchildren where in the raft with us. We listened to the announcements say, " (Nice ladies voice) Please keep your hands, legs, head, and body inside the raft at all times (switches to Australian man) so we can do some serious rafting, (Nice ladies voice again) Please have fun and watch your kids, enjoy the ride." After listening to that in the Spanish version too I got board as we slowly drifted. Yes, finally, we were now going up a big hill. Tara was mad and yelling "I can't believe you made me do this" (after all according to Newton's theory what goes up must come down). We get to the top of the hill and go down a little bit then on the track again. "phew" Tara sighed.

As we went through the cave and water splashed on us, the anticipation got to Tara "A hill?! Oh phew. NO, that really is a hill." I see her fingers tighten around the wheel and take a deep breath for a scream and close her eyes. She screamed as loud as she possibly could, making everyone in the whole park hear her and everyone in her raft go deaf. As we went down in the small dip. Water splashed up on my sister's back and she started laughing. Then the old lady with us said, "that wasn't even the big hill." Her three granddaughters smiled and Tara's smile slid to a frown. After getting splashed several times, we got to the big hill. We bumped the raft next to us and the people in it fell with a scream. Tara saw a possible exit, some stairs, but didn't move. Her knuckles went white the next raft came around and bumped us. We where falling. Even though Tara made us all deaf the first time, we could still hear her screaming. We got to the end of the hill and Tara's first reaction was, "lets go again!"

After walking around the park confused and not knowing where to go, we ran into the Coen's. A family whose two boys used to go to our Montessori school in Cameron Park. After chatting for a while, we said goodbye and went to the Corndog Castle. The line was long, so Tara and I went on some rides while my parents got us food. After eating our corndogs, we split up. Tara and I went on the swings and saw the Sindell's, friends from our old church in Cameron Park. After talking with them, we rode the Farris wheel. The swinging carts were more fun than the regular ones. After a couple more rides we went to the water ride again 4 more times, soaked and cold we saw the Electric Light Parade and then watched the fire works in the nice warm car.