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Wilderness Lodge Christmas

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Soundscapes: Wilderness Lodge Christmas Follow along with the show notes below!

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(3:00) A destination in its own right and beloved for decades, Disney’s Wilderness Lodge is perhaps the warmest, coziest, and most inviting of the more than two dozen resorts scattered across Walt Disney World. That truth only becomes even more evident at Christmastime. Imagineered to resemble a great lodge, this grand timber-clad hideaway promises fire-lit evenings, magnificent details, and a welcome respite from the cold…real or imagined.

Nestled among a forest of towering pines, the lodge seems an extension of the wilderness, blending in with the woodland all around. At the entrance, a choir of a cappella carolers carries a cadence of reverence and anticipation, of hope and utmost tranquility. They are setting the tone for the cozy winter scene before us, the silent night in the heart of the wilderness only broken by their vibrato. Here, the entryway portico reveals the first signs of yuletide cheer, but as we move into the atrium beyond, we are irrevocably awestruck by the splendor before us.

(4:00) Four columns of bundled logs, representing the four corners of the world, surround a six-story spruce tree that has been commissioned for the holiday season. A vast cathedral with a jaw-dropping centerpiece, the tree stands triumphantly at the heart of the lobby, decorated with curations from the depths of the wilderness. Intricately carved wooden animals, poinsettias, pinecones, and flickering tepees adorn each branch, honoring the natural world that inspires every corner, every moment found within this Magical place.

The four striking tepee chandeliers frame the Christmas scene with perfect symmetry, bathing it in a warm glow and serving as a reminder of the native people who revered and cherished every rock, tree, and creature as a gift from the Great Spirit. At the culmination of each year, their celebrations were not to do with prosperity or power, but rather were used as a time of reflection, a time to of pause and of peace and gratitude.

(5:45) The hootin’ and hollerin’ merriment over at Whispering Canyon Café is infectious, lifting our spirits and making us smile involuntarily as watch families roar with laughter at the silly yuletide antics of the cowboys and cowgirls who gallivant around the dining room. The clatter of forks on tin plates and the wafting scent of old-fashioned barbecue are almost enough to divert us from our tour, especially at the prospect of freshly baked cornbread and sweet apple pie.

(7:03) The revelry and joy Here are infectious as the mouthwatering aromas. They remind us of holidays at home, gathered together with people we love around tables groaning with delicious food, sharing stories and creating priceless memories. The echoes of those stories come back to us Here, unbidden but profound. They remind us of how important it is to cherish the gift of each moment while it is ours to have and hold, and of the transcendent Magic of the holiday season.

(8:41) After that boisterous interlude, we cross the lobby and are reacquainted with the contemplative ardor of this space, now inviting us to rest and be still in the presence of the elements: earth, fire, wind, water.

(10:22) To that end, we come across a charming little bridge at the mouth of Silver Creek, a babbling hot spring that pulls the eye outside toward the wandering waterway beyond. It is Here that we notice more festive details to highlight the rustic merriment in the air. Ribbons in patterns of Buffalo plaid and patterned wooden canoes accent wreaths and garland, strung up along the little footbridge and on the wall of windows leading out into the winter twilight.

(11:28) All around the Lodge, the holiday nuances shift as we find ourselves moving from one area to the next. The bright red accents found throughout the lobby are joined by their patriotic counterparts as we enter Territory Lounge, a homey little den where friends can gather to share a festive libation and stories of holidays past.

(12:22) Here is where the first true notes of those beloved holiday carols greet our ears with glorious song, brightening the spirit of even the Grinchiest traveler. Pull up a chair and enjoy something that tastes of the season… a Hot Toddy or an Irish coffee? Perhaps some piping hot fondue to crowd around? Let it be a balm to the chill that lingers from outside as we spend a moment in this cozy space.

(13:49) Let’s make our way, now, back into the silent winter’s night and away from the echoes of revelry still rising above the chorus of carols in the main lodge. Down the pathway we go, along a wide bridge lit by lanterns. It is still but for the brass symphony of “Good King Wenceslas” and ”Little Drummer Boy.” Where are we headed, you might be wondering? What could possibly extract us from the allure of the main lodge, the cozy merrymaking?

(15:11) Upon entry into the rotunda of Boulder Ridge, all our confusions are allayed. Neither as grand nor as imposing as the lobby we just visited, Boulder Ridge is a chamber of timber and stone, a four-story retreat from its busier counterpart Here too, a Christmas tree stands at the center of the cavernous room, large and elegant in its own right. Its glow casts light all around the circular space, upon patterned rocking chairs and into hidden nooks.

(16:23) A fireplace dances jovially in a hearth set into the far wall, beckoning us into a vacant rocking chair in the wake of its warmth and light. The swell of holiday song reverberates around the rotunda, a private Christmas concert we can enjoy from the fireside mezzanine. Flames flicker away and music rises and falls in tandem. Time stands still and, for a moment at least, all is well.

As we rock back and forth in rhythm with the orchestra, we realize that what we have really found Here in this place is the sought after tranquility so ubiquitously associated with this time of year. Impervious and resting like snowfall on the tips of tree branches, peace is a gentle presence. Like a friend who takes a seat next to you by the open hearth, not speaking or making a sound, peace is a comfort to the weary and worn, to those who have known trials and strife in the year gone by, and to those who simply need to know that they are not alone.

You are not alone, not Here in this place where so many memories have been etched into the edifice of rock and stored in the rings of centuries-old reclaimed timber. These moments, of happiness, of peace and togetherness, are brought back to life in a special way this time of year.

(17:20) They move like snowflakes, softly and quietly, and like Magic, undetectable by human eyes and yet felt as ardently as heat from the firelight. They twirl about and echo with the laughter and joy of generations, gladdening our spirits and revitalizing our souls. We know them, their sense of wonder and their delight at the Christmas season. We feel it too, as though they were seated by the fireside With us, sharing stories and hopes and dreams for the year to come. Still, the starry night outside calls to us, and a moonlit stroll along the edge of the forest is Magical in the winter stillness.

(19:28) We hear the distant sounds of a waterfall calling from the wilderness, the horns from the nearby boat dock punching through the peaceful night as they make their final journey across Bay Lake before retiring for the evening.

(19:59) The acoustic strum of the holidays surrounds us Here too, but as we make our way to the intoxicating aroma of campfire cooking at the water’s edge, we find our nostalgia once again ignited as the electro-synthe-magnetic musical sounds of the Water Pageant reach our ears.

(21:54) With an extra skip in our step, we follow the lights and sounds along the lakeshore, past the now dormant Fire Rock Geyser, and around the unusually empty Silver Creek Springs pool. On a cold night like this, and given the lateness of the hour, swimming seems an unlikely activity. Even so, the glassy surface reflects the moonlight, giving it a mesmerizing, ethereal glimmer.

The revitalizing breeze brings us out of our reverie and into the present moment as we make our way along the winding pathways and footbridges toward the rush of Silver Creek Falls. We hear the babble of Silver Creek as it drifts along toward the picturesque waterfall, drowning out any sounds of caroling, of pageantry, or boats ferrying guests.

(25:09) The gentle strum of a guitar plays into the night the sounds of the Solstice, serene and somehow part of the woodland fabric all around us. Violins glide through the melody like skaters on a frozen lake, so free and limitless in the capacity of their song.

(26:41) Following the path alongside Silver Creek, we are brought once again into the luminescent radiance of the main lodge, its wall of high windows offering blurred visions of the people within. Like a scene from a beloved holiday story, we watch children’s eyes mirror the dancing firelight, wide and in awe of the holiday wonderland they have found. We watch couples holding each other close, families reunited around the Christmas tree.

(31:14) It would be impossible, standing out Here in the damp night air, to resist being part of such an enchanting scene. Rather than disrupt the holiday greetings and “welcome homes,” we find rest on the fringes of the scene, a sleek, high-backed rocker in front of the 82-foot tall Grand Canyon fireplace. Its massive stone structure and elaborate iron grate are a focal point in the absence of the opulent Christmas tree, but in this Norman Rockwell scene it instead offers a quiet, unassuming vigil; a refuge for anyone seeking a cozy moment of pause by the comforting blaze.

(33:13) It is Here, on the outskirts of the yuletide cheer, that we are able to observe the true Magic of this place come to life. Elevated to its pinnacle in its overlay light and color, warmth and grace, Disney’s Wilderness Lodge is a space for every kind of celebration. Whether you find yourself Here surrounded by loved ones, or in seeking solitude and reflection on your own, this space is comfort and joy in equal measure. It wraps us all in the resonant warmth of the season, unbiased and indulgent, in a welcome that makes us feel so very much at home, no matter how far from home we really are.

(37:50) However your holiday season is taking shape, whatever draws you Here in heart or in spirit, it is our hope that you will know peace in this place that resounds like the choir of carolers now bidding us goodnight. We hope you will feel comforted by the undeniable presence of holiday cheer.

(42:00) And on a silent, snowy night nestled in the valleys of the Pacific Northwest, a roaring fire calls you to rest in its cozy, incandescent glow. Whether weary from all that you’ve carried so far or alight with the joy of this season of hope, there is space held for you Here. This moment, this glorious time of year, is yours to be present in, yours to find comfort in, yours to know lasting peace. Be Here With the Magic of the holidays, the Magic that is found on a cold winter’s evening in this haven in the heart of the wilderness.

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Manage episode 307998802 series 2983405
Вміст надано Jason Canapp. Весь вміст подкастів, включаючи епізоди, графіку та описи подкастів, завантажується та надається безпосередньо компанією Jason Canapp або його партнером по платформі подкастів. Якщо ви вважаєте, що хтось використовує ваш захищений авторським правом твір без вашого дозволу, ви можете виконати процедуру, описану тут https://uk.player.fm/legal.
Soundscapes: Wilderness Lodge Christmas Follow along with the show notes below!

Want More Here With The Magic?

Connect on social media:

----------

(3:00) A destination in its own right and beloved for decades, Disney’s Wilderness Lodge is perhaps the warmest, coziest, and most inviting of the more than two dozen resorts scattered across Walt Disney World. That truth only becomes even more evident at Christmastime. Imagineered to resemble a great lodge, this grand timber-clad hideaway promises fire-lit evenings, magnificent details, and a welcome respite from the cold…real or imagined.

Nestled among a forest of towering pines, the lodge seems an extension of the wilderness, blending in with the woodland all around. At the entrance, a choir of a cappella carolers carries a cadence of reverence and anticipation, of hope and utmost tranquility. They are setting the tone for the cozy winter scene before us, the silent night in the heart of the wilderness only broken by their vibrato. Here, the entryway portico reveals the first signs of yuletide cheer, but as we move into the atrium beyond, we are irrevocably awestruck by the splendor before us.

(4:00) Four columns of bundled logs, representing the four corners of the world, surround a six-story spruce tree that has been commissioned for the holiday season. A vast cathedral with a jaw-dropping centerpiece, the tree stands triumphantly at the heart of the lobby, decorated with curations from the depths of the wilderness. Intricately carved wooden animals, poinsettias, pinecones, and flickering tepees adorn each branch, honoring the natural world that inspires every corner, every moment found within this Magical place.

The four striking tepee chandeliers frame the Christmas scene with perfect symmetry, bathing it in a warm glow and serving as a reminder of the native people who revered and cherished every rock, tree, and creature as a gift from the Great Spirit. At the culmination of each year, their celebrations were not to do with prosperity or power, but rather were used as a time of reflection, a time to of pause and of peace and gratitude.

(5:45) The hootin’ and hollerin’ merriment over at Whispering Canyon Café is infectious, lifting our spirits and making us smile involuntarily as watch families roar with laughter at the silly yuletide antics of the cowboys and cowgirls who gallivant around the dining room. The clatter of forks on tin plates and the wafting scent of old-fashioned barbecue are almost enough to divert us from our tour, especially at the prospect of freshly baked cornbread and sweet apple pie.

(7:03) The revelry and joy Here are infectious as the mouthwatering aromas. They remind us of holidays at home, gathered together with people we love around tables groaning with delicious food, sharing stories and creating priceless memories. The echoes of those stories come back to us Here, unbidden but profound. They remind us of how important it is to cherish the gift of each moment while it is ours to have and hold, and of the transcendent Magic of the holiday season.

(8:41) After that boisterous interlude, we cross the lobby and are reacquainted with the contemplative ardor of this space, now inviting us to rest and be still in the presence of the elements: earth, fire, wind, water.

(10:22) To that end, we come across a charming little bridge at the mouth of Silver Creek, a babbling hot spring that pulls the eye outside toward the wandering waterway beyond. It is Here that we notice more festive details to highlight the rustic merriment in the air. Ribbons in patterns of Buffalo plaid and patterned wooden canoes accent wreaths and garland, strung up along the little footbridge and on the wall of windows leading out into the winter twilight.

(11:28) All around the Lodge, the holiday nuances shift as we find ourselves moving from one area to the next. The bright red accents found throughout the lobby are joined by their patriotic counterparts as we enter Territory Lounge, a homey little den where friends can gather to share a festive libation and stories of holidays past.

(12:22) Here is where the first true notes of those beloved holiday carols greet our ears with glorious song, brightening the spirit of even the Grinchiest traveler. Pull up a chair and enjoy something that tastes of the season… a Hot Toddy or an Irish coffee? Perhaps some piping hot fondue to crowd around? Let it be a balm to the chill that lingers from outside as we spend a moment in this cozy space.

(13:49) Let’s make our way, now, back into the silent winter’s night and away from the echoes of revelry still rising above the chorus of carols in the main lodge. Down the pathway we go, along a wide bridge lit by lanterns. It is still but for the brass symphony of “Good King Wenceslas” and ”Little Drummer Boy.” Where are we headed, you might be wondering? What could possibly extract us from the allure of the main lodge, the cozy merrymaking?

(15:11) Upon entry into the rotunda of Boulder Ridge, all our confusions are allayed. Neither as grand nor as imposing as the lobby we just visited, Boulder Ridge is a chamber of timber and stone, a four-story retreat from its busier counterpart Here too, a Christmas tree stands at the center of the cavernous room, large and elegant in its own right. Its glow casts light all around the circular space, upon patterned rocking chairs and into hidden nooks.

(16:23) A fireplace dances jovially in a hearth set into the far wall, beckoning us into a vacant rocking chair in the wake of its warmth and light. The swell of holiday song reverberates around the rotunda, a private Christmas concert we can enjoy from the fireside mezzanine. Flames flicker away and music rises and falls in tandem. Time stands still and, for a moment at least, all is well.

As we rock back and forth in rhythm with the orchestra, we realize that what we have really found Here in this place is the sought after tranquility so ubiquitously associated with this time of year. Impervious and resting like snowfall on the tips of tree branches, peace is a gentle presence. Like a friend who takes a seat next to you by the open hearth, not speaking or making a sound, peace is a comfort to the weary and worn, to those who have known trials and strife in the year gone by, and to those who simply need to know that they are not alone.

You are not alone, not Here in this place where so many memories have been etched into the edifice of rock and stored in the rings of centuries-old reclaimed timber. These moments, of happiness, of peace and togetherness, are brought back to life in a special way this time of year.

(17:20) They move like snowflakes, softly and quietly, and like Magic, undetectable by human eyes and yet felt as ardently as heat from the firelight. They twirl about and echo with the laughter and joy of generations, gladdening our spirits and revitalizing our souls. We know them, their sense of wonder and their delight at the Christmas season. We feel it too, as though they were seated by the fireside With us, sharing stories and hopes and dreams for the year to come. Still, the starry night outside calls to us, and a moonlit stroll along the edge of the forest is Magical in the winter stillness.

(19:28) We hear the distant sounds of a waterfall calling from the wilderness, the horns from the nearby boat dock punching through the peaceful night as they make their final journey across Bay Lake before retiring for the evening.

(19:59) The acoustic strum of the holidays surrounds us Here too, but as we make our way to the intoxicating aroma of campfire cooking at the water’s edge, we find our nostalgia once again ignited as the electro-synthe-magnetic musical sounds of the Water Pageant reach our ears.

(21:54) With an extra skip in our step, we follow the lights and sounds along the lakeshore, past the now dormant Fire Rock Geyser, and around the unusually empty Silver Creek Springs pool. On a cold night like this, and given the lateness of the hour, swimming seems an unlikely activity. Even so, the glassy surface reflects the moonlight, giving it a mesmerizing, ethereal glimmer.

The revitalizing breeze brings us out of our reverie and into the present moment as we make our way along the winding pathways and footbridges toward the rush of Silver Creek Falls. We hear the babble of Silver Creek as it drifts along toward the picturesque waterfall, drowning out any sounds of caroling, of pageantry, or boats ferrying guests.

(25:09) The gentle strum of a guitar plays into the night the sounds of the Solstice, serene and somehow part of the woodland fabric all around us. Violins glide through the melody like skaters on a frozen lake, so free and limitless in the capacity of their song.

(26:41) Following the path alongside Silver Creek, we are brought once again into the luminescent radiance of the main lodge, its wall of high windows offering blurred visions of the people within. Like a scene from a beloved holiday story, we watch children’s eyes mirror the dancing firelight, wide and in awe of the holiday wonderland they have found. We watch couples holding each other close, families reunited around the Christmas tree.

(31:14) It would be impossible, standing out Here in the damp night air, to resist being part of such an enchanting scene. Rather than disrupt the holiday greetings and “welcome homes,” we find rest on the fringes of the scene, a sleek, high-backed rocker in front of the 82-foot tall Grand Canyon fireplace. Its massive stone structure and elaborate iron grate are a focal point in the absence of the opulent Christmas tree, but in this Norman Rockwell scene it instead offers a quiet, unassuming vigil; a refuge for anyone seeking a cozy moment of pause by the comforting blaze.

(33:13) It is Here, on the outskirts of the yuletide cheer, that we are able to observe the true Magic of this place come to life. Elevated to its pinnacle in its overlay light and color, warmth and grace, Disney’s Wilderness Lodge is a space for every kind of celebration. Whether you find yourself Here surrounded by loved ones, or in seeking solitude and reflection on your own, this space is comfort and joy in equal measure. It wraps us all in the resonant warmth of the season, unbiased and indulgent, in a welcome that makes us feel so very much at home, no matter how far from home we really are.

(37:50) However your holiday season is taking shape, whatever draws you Here in heart or in spirit, it is our hope that you will know peace in this place that resounds like the choir of carolers now bidding us goodnight. We hope you will feel comforted by the undeniable presence of holiday cheer.

(42:00) And on a silent, snowy night nestled in the valleys of the Pacific Northwest, a roaring fire calls you to rest in its cozy, incandescent glow. Whether weary from all that you’ve carried so far or alight with the joy of this season of hope, there is space held for you Here. This moment, this glorious time of year, is yours to be present in, yours to find comfort in, yours to know lasting peace. Be Here With the Magic of the holidays, the Magic that is found on a cold winter’s evening in this haven in the heart of the wilderness.

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