When we arrived at the station, we were eager to head right to the gates and figured the place to pick up tickets would be nearby. It’s less than a 10 minute walk from the station to the front gates of the Disneyland park, which is actually the next stop on the Monorail, and the only two stations that are remotely walkable in between. There was a lot of activity, and it was already quite clear this wouldn’t be one of our deserted Disneyland mornings, not that we had remotely expected that.
Passing through the baggage checkpoint, where we found even less scrutiny than at Disneyland, I asked about the ticket center. The guard pointed me towards the ticket booths, though I had a feeling that wasn’t right. After we had walked a few hundred feet away to find a spot in line, he came running after us and explained that it was, in fact, back by the train station. This was Official Instance Number One of these employees going way out of their way to help.
Having come so far we decided to set Megan up with a spot in line, and I would head back to get the tickets. It was still shy of 8am, so there was no rush, and we soon found a spot in line for the entry gates not 50 people from the front. I left the supplies – breakfast, some snacks, and a good supply of water, and headed to get the tickets.
Going back against a stream of people heading to the main entrance, I was glad we had gotten our spot and not waited until after picking up our tickets before making our way over. I checked with a cast member outside the Welcome Center as to exactly where I would need to go, and she gestured both where I would need to wait, and that it wouldn’t open until 8am.
Once it did, it was a simple matter to retrieve the actual tickets. All I had received online was a confirmation email, and the purchase hadn’t officially gone through. I’m not sure what would have happened on my credit card if I had been a no-show, but obviously we weren’t going to find out.