Just behind the ramp is an even bigger boulder under water. I slowly and carefully maneuvered Wild Blue towards the trailer. The ramp was so steep and uneven that we had to take the anchor off to get the bow of the boat to the bow roller on the trailer.
I stayed on the boat to try to hold it aligned with the trailer while Joan slowly pulled us out of the water... success! It took a while to put the last of the stuff away, strap down the boat, and get ready to roll. The winch strap started to fray, so we pulled out a length of it, cut it off, and tied a bowline in it with the hook to hold it. Yeah, that’ll work.
Letting Jill (the GPS) figure the route back home would take us through Detroit. We figured the border crossing would be less congested going through Niagara Falls... plus, we wanted to see the falls. We plugged that into the GPS and headed south, then southwest, then southeast. We stopped about 15 miles from the border for a sandwich and some fuel... spent our last Canadian dollars.
The border crossing did go easy. The Customs guy wanted to see what was in the back of our truck and wanted to look inside Wild Blue. I dropped the swim ladder so he could climb up and unlocked the door for him. He walked into the cabin, looked behind the dinette seat, glanced all around, opend the door to the head, and asked about our storage. I said, “You just wanted to see the boat, didn’t you?”
“Yeah. It’s a nice boat.” He ran our plates and told us we could go.
We checked into an over-priced campground in Niagara Falls, got the boat set up for the night, unhooked and drove to Niagara Falls... the flowing water, not the city.
The park at Niagara Falls is gorgeous... designed by the same guy who did Central Park in New York City. And the falls are absolutely breath-taking. We walked up the path to the falls, then went out on the observation deck for more of an overview. From there, we took the Scenic Trolley around the park. We got off at Horseshoe Falls to take more photos. American Falls, where we first stopped is big and impressive; Horseshoe Falls has about 9 times the volume of water going over. HUGE.
We stopped for supper (surprise: Italian) on the way back to the boat. I took Izzy for a walk and we called it a night... it’s been another full day.
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Long ago, I dated a guy with two young boys. At the time, the word "awesome" had just come into use as a descriptor for anything even remotely good. I used to tell them, "The stars are awesome. Grand Canyon is awesome. That (whatever it was) is only great."
We stuffed ourselves into Pearl ('65 Galaxie) for a trip to New York to visit my friend's father. On the way, we stopped at Niagara Falls. Standing there, amazed at the volume, energy, and sheer size of the falls, the youngest kid turned to me and said, "Noemi....THIS is awesome?!"
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