I'm sure this one has already gone around but I wanted to know if everyone had a favorite D-land tradition? Ours was whoever saw the Matterhorn first got to pick the first ride. My Dad was sneaky though and he used to put me on the wrong side of the bus that took us from the airport to (remember?) the Grand Hotel, which was the central stop for the area back then. I remember having my nose against the window of the bus, scanning the horizon, only to have my Dad yell, "there it is"! Oh, the dismay! It's o.k. though, he usually let me pick anyway! One of my biggest joys was bringing my Dad to the park and seeing the Matterhorn first and then actually letting HIM pick!