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Our group consisted of an older couple from India who didn't speak English, with their adult son in an inappropriate tee-shirt (I say that because the old F bomb was in bold white letters across his chest and this is a family place) who did speak English. A young couple on their honeymoon. I took their picture several times for them. They were really nice. A man and woman from Missouri who had come to Niagara Falls for someone's wedding, they invited all of us to it and it was at 1700 hours on Saturday, but we didn't go, nor did we send a gift. They had brought wine from Missouri. I didn't know Missouri was a great wine region. They had a woman with them that flew in from somewhere, possibly Connecticut. I think she was some relative, eager to sample the wine. And a family of 5: mother, father, and kids; perhaps some Amish roots. The son was very interested in going over the Falls in a barrel. He was a blond headed gangly kid of about 14 or 15 who was just fascinated with the idea of bouncing down the river in a barrel and then the plunging drop to the bottom. We figured if we heard of some kid trying to go over the Falls in a barrel we would know who it was. Cheryl and I brought up the drag. We were taken to the park next to the Three Sisters Islands first. These are three individual small islands linked by stone bridges that jut out into the Niagara Falls River above the falls. The water begins to pick up speed here and is rushing to the drop zone. Lots of gulls fly over and live in harmony with the many ducks and other animals who live off of the lush waters. In the shade it was so cool and nice, but out in the sun it was hot on your skin with an easy sunburn if you weren't careful. After we left the Three Sisters behind, we went to check out the Cave of the Winds and the line was long so we went elsewhere. Actually I thought with a tour you should be taken to the front of the line. I guess since this is such a high volume of people they can't do that. We rode a trolley next and went to the Observation Platform. I have no idea how tall it is or how much concrete was poured to make it, but this thing towers over the American side of the Falls. I'm just glad it has elevators to get up into it. We got our first view of the Falls from there. Even that high up every now and then the mist would give you a sheen of wetness across your brow. Naturally I was having camera problems so I didn't get a picture of it or any pictures from it--more's the pity--I may have to go back to do it again. We rode the trolley back to our bus and then lit out for the Falls. We were going on the world famous Maid of the Mists boats to traverse the turbulent waters of Niagara Falls Rivers at the base of one of the most pictured Fall areas in the world. We got our tickets and trash bag blue hooded ponchos that did nothing to keep us dry and eagerly scrambled on to the boat with 298 other people. Floating up stream gave us a different perspective of the Falls as we looked up to see the people lining the cliffs like busy little ants scurrying up the trails in search of the perfect spot to commune with our wondrous Earth. For the next half hour or more we were treated to a drenching while bobbing along the edges of rushing waters. We even paid them to do this to us and enjoyed it immensely. I cannot describe the feel of the boat as it gently rocked us along the pounding waters' edge in mystical grace. The white water rich mists flushed out our pores with cleansing droplets. The water was thick and thin, green and clear, mossy and bare. Our knuckles were white on the railing while the boat lingered in the vortex of the horseshoe falls, bobbing up and down, rocking side ways and back, corkscrewing us in the gentle rhythm of the Falls wake. It was over way too soon. And I was way too wet. The boats are interesting as it is against the law to actually parade up and down the river because of all of the dangerous white water rapids. So every fall they are disassembled and taken out by truck and every spring they are put back together and carry tourists to the wonders of the Falls. Our next adventure was to the Cave of the Winds. It was unstable after having gazillions of metric tons of water rushing over it for millions of years so the park rangers put in elevators. Every year they put out the "decks" and at the end of autumn they disassemble them and take them in out of the wintry blast of ice and snow. The decks are a series of stairs and walkways out along the Bridal's Veil part of the Falls on the American side. The river freezes and it is snow packed across the river to the Canadian cliffs. It costs $12.50 for an adult and $10 a kid to get wet there. They give you these lovely clear hooded ponchos that are thicker than the blue Maid of the Mists ones. But they still don't keep you dry. You are also given this lovely pair of sandals with Maid of the Mists stamped on them so you don't have to ruin your good shoes. It didn't matter the slant of your eye, the hue of your skin, or even the babble uttered from your throat--we all had the same shoes on. They have bins out so if you don't wish to keep your lovely Maid of the Mists sandals, you can throw them in. They are given to the poor people of Africa. I have this vision of orange robed bushmen traversing the Serengeti Plains with spears drawn against wild lions all in Maid of the Mists sandals. It is a trek to go down the decks, not for bad knees. Slippery when wet… Between the rungs of the steps the water will be falling in great rushing gulps and at other places it drips lazily off stringy moss to crawl down the cliff. I thought we were rushed through the Maid of the Mists gift shop. Both Cheryl and I wanted to spend more time in there so we went to the one on the Canadian side the next day and shopped and shopped and spent our hard earned money. Next we were taken for a 'break' to a cheesy gift shoppe. Sorry, but the stuff was cheap looking and they were out to make money. It had to be owned by the tour company we were with. I base this on the fact that they had tee-shirts for sell with the companies name on them and also the woman at the counter knew the other salesman back at the tourist place, Rick. Naturally most every one bought pop and snacks--more money to line their pockets. It was one of those Pepsi places--luckily I had a COKE with me and enjoyed my bubbly. We were driven to the down river part of the falls where the Niagara Falls power authority makes some of the electricity for the eastern seaboard. It was a big gray building and sorta ugly. Personally, I wouldn't have included it in the tour. We did a drive by so it wasn't as if we set a foot against one of the big turbines as they whined up and let her rip. A park overlooks the vortex of the river where the river is more sedated and thick green. The suspended tram on the Canadian side looked very interesting, but Cheryl has this thing against heights. The park is home to lots of black squirrels. They look like skunks without a proper stripe. Also available helicopter rides at $75 for 10 minutes ride over to the Falls and back. The helicopter can't really get down into the Falls due to the updrafts would pull it in and you could make news going over the falls in a helicopter--a new concept to an old idea. The attraction of the helium on the American side "Flight of the Angels" costs $50 for about 10 minutes of being 400 feet in the air. We didn't go--it was that height thing again. Cheryl would have set on the bench and waited on me but I thought it might be impolite to barf on the people below. We were going to stay at the casino--it was booked. All 450 beds--taken. We started trying to get a place to stay and we went to 3 hotels before we got a room. I had stated I wasn't staying in any cheap hotels--so Cheryl takes this suite for $349 a night. Okay, it was nice. Large flat screen TV, fridge, microwave, even a shoe horn. We did go across the street to the casino and gambled. Or rather lost money. We ate our supper at their buffet. It was marvelous. It was pricey at $20.98 a person--but they had everything on that buffet, like 8 different kinds of pizza, steaks, lobsters, crab legs, all sorts of surf and turf items. It was divided up into ethnics too--they had all of the Asian foods grouped together, all of the Italian foods, American foods, salads, desserts, etc…it was such a culinary delight. The next morning we went to the Canadian side. The Canadian woman who charged us $3 to cross the bridge was very business like. Her face might have broken if she would have smiled. We went to the Hard Rock to get more tee-shirts and a beer glass that Cheryl collects. Then we walked over to the Falls Park and the view is far better from the Canadian side than the American side. The area is lined in little shops to get our money out of our pockets and so we walked, took pictures, and spent money. We set on the cafe out side in the shade and watched the water tumble from the cliff with refreshing drinks in hand. Then we were done and headed back to Ohio. We did stop in New York wine country--I guess it is well known for its wines too, I didn't know. So we bought wine from this winery ran by some probably gay guys. And that was my latest adventure…
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