The Matterhorn is my first memory of Disneyland. Even before parking or setting foot on Disney pavement, looking for the mountain peak that contrasts so sharply the Anaheim skyline marked the beginning of a magical day for making memories. I find myself still searching for that peak when we get close to the park. And when my eyes catch sight of it, it feels strangely familiar to coming home. As with many things, one of the very best times to see it is when the sun’s concluding rays kiss it ever so gently goodnight.
