Well, the car didn’t get flattened, by a tree or otherwise, although there was a fair amount of small branches and leaves and other detritus covering the parking lot when I left the motel that morning. The weather had cleared up nicely, and the temperature had dropped about twenty degrees. It was a beautiful crisp, dry fall day. I aimed the car north across western New York state to Buffalo, and on around Buffalo to Niagara Falls.
I’ve always wanted to see Niagara Falls. I’m not sure why, exactly, except that it’s one of those places that seems to belong on a person’s bucket list. Come to think of it, it might have had something to do with the first Christopher Reeve Superman movie, too. But I wanted to see it, and see it I did:
After I finished the standard goggle (during which I took a great many more photos than I’m inflicting on this blog — I don’t think I’d taken this many pictures of water since Yellowstone), I visited a little museum that told about the geology of the falls in a rather perfunctory way, then went to find lunch.
One of the few things I didn’t like about Niagara Falls is its commercialism. I ate lunch in a mall food court less than three blocks from the falls, and the whole thing was like that. Niagara should have been a national park, blast it, but it was discovered and commercialized long before national parks were invented, unfortunately.
Anyway, after lunch I did some of the commercial things, thinking, well, they’re there, I might as well. I went up in an observation tower, and down to the dock below the falls where the Maid of the Mist tours start (I did not take a Maid of the Mist tour because just looking at that little boat made me seasick).
Then I put on a rain slicker and rolled up my jeans and took off my shoes and socks and put on some really strange felt shoes, took an elevator down what seemed like forever, and came out on the Hurricane Deck, which they build every spring and take down every fall (because of the ice in the wintertime) in front of the American Falls:
I have to say that this was a hoot and a half. And extremely impressive. And loud. Well worth however much I paid for it, anyway.
That evening I found myself a nice hostel right in town. And the next day, well, I was off on the road again.