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What else can I tell you about Disneyland that would be useful for the family traveler? Let’s look at a few individual “rides.” This first one involves no riding: Tarzan’s Treehouse. It’s essentially just a concrete tree in Adventureland or Tropical Ecosystemland or whatever they’re calling it now. You climb up three or four stories into its plastic canopy and walk through a series of exhibits that tell the updated story of Tarzan (Jane is, I must say, pretty hot; Tarzan is too, if you swing that way, hyor hyor).

This was the Swiss Family Robinson Treehouse back in the 1970s, a favorite of mine just for the waterworks: a kind of vertical conveyor belt made of bamboo cups carried water into the tree and let it cascade back to the bottom. Removing it was a mistake; surely they could have written it into Tarzan’s story.

No matter what, I heartily recommend Tarzan’s Treehouse. Disneyland is a Sea of Fat: there is so much junk food on display everywhere, so much of it being consumed everywhere, that you can gain weight from the odors alone. Tarzan’s Treehouse is one of the few places where you can work up just a trace of a sweat.

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