Note: This is the blog for Monday, July 25. As for the title, it is from the Primus song “Over the Falls.” I expect only Daniel will appreciate it, but it really fits.
Woke up and ate breakfast at the hotel’s attached restaurant, Mr. Coco’s. It was reasonably priced (for the area) and quite good. I had three eggs over easy, some bacon, two pancakes — with decent syrup! — and some toast. The rest of the family also had their favorites, including oatmeal that was hand-made and not out of the carton.
The weather when we woke was rain but seemed to be letting up despite lingering cloudiness. We walked the short distance downhill to the falls. It was a wonder to behold. Though I had been twice before, once with Daniel and shortly after with Michelle in 1994, I had never seen the falls from the Canadian side. While America gets a set of falls (American and Bridal Veil) all to themselves there is no question that Canada gets the better view — as you can see all three (the other being Horseshoe) in one sweep. To the left (north) are American and Bridal Veil, side-by-side, then Goat Island (part of New York state), then the massive Horseshoe.
We decided to go north along the river to the Maid in the Mist boat ride. Though we were concerned it’d be a long wait the line moved rather fast. We were issued blue ponchos and, after going to the restroom, shuffled aboard the Maid in the Mist VII (they have seven boats in total) and, as we were in the front of the line, got a nice spot on the upper deck’s railing.
It rocked a fair bit more than we were expecting, but it wasn’t too bad. I tried to give my railing spot to an elder couple standing behind me (as I can see over almost anyone no problem) but while I was backing out this young mother and her child cut in place. While it irritated me somewhat I guess it helped a child out so that’s cool. Still!
The boat got pretty close to American and Bridal Veil, allowing us to fully appreciate how rocky the lower falls is — as a result of rock falls in the 30s and 50s. Then the boat made its way up to Horseshoe, putting us firmly inside the horseshoe’s ends. Water came down in sheets and I was quite worried about the camera but I managed to keep it dry. We then proceeded back to the dock, going past a rock absolutely covered in birds.
By the time we got off the boat, recycled our ponchos, and enjoyed some drinks (while taking in the amazing sights), the sun was bursting through. It became downright hot and humid (ok, not as bad as down in North Carolina, but still…). A shelter along the cliff that we had previously used during a sudden downpour now, only an hour later, gave us much needed shade. Hungry and in need of sunglasses we walked through the shady park (and agreeing we should just nap under the trees like many others were doing) and up the hill back to the hotel.
We grabbed a quick (but not cheap!) lunch at Margaritaville right next to the hotel. Addison enjoyed doing the kids’ activities and got a “treasure” — a plastic ruler — for finding all sorts of answers around the restaurant to questions on the menu. Michelle and I had Cajun steak wraps which, while not bad, were a bit spicy. Genetta made a brave choice and ordered (and enjoyed) portabella mushrooms. The boy had a kid’s steak which, while tiny, was tasty. We then swung by the car and picked up my sunglasses and hats for the others, after a short rest in the hotel, then went back down the hill and went towards Horseshoe Falls and the Journey Behind the Falls attraction.
We got a ticket to for 5:20 (a good thing, by the time we got out there were no more showings) trip and in the meantime did some browsing at the gift shops as well as snapped many photos of the falls and the beautiful rainbows that were showing up with the setting sun. In particular a cool watercolor world map caught my — and Addison’s — attention as well as this really tacky plastic moose magnet painted red and white like the Canadian flag. Once we got out of Journey Behind the Falls we snagged those treasures right up!
Journey Behind the Falls was really neat. Basically we donned ponchos (yellow this time, Genetta said we looked like bananas) and rode an elevator down about 150 feet to near the base of the falls (the falls are 180 feet tall, and the pool it drains into is as deep). From there we walked down a 200 meter (dang metric measurements!) tunnel that had two viewing points. The railing at these points was about six feet beyond the end of the cliff face and the cascading sheet of water. It was amazing to see it come in pulses, roaring into the tunnel (beyond the railing) in torrents.
Also along the tunnel walls were informative plaques. We learned that enough water to fill 1,000,000 bathtubs goes over the falls each second. The falls used to recede ten feet a year until recently, when modern engineering slowed it to one foot every ten years. That is probably a good thing because once the falls opens directly into Lake Erie the results could be very interesting (like, “get an Ark” interesting). Ships use a parallel canal with locks system just to the west of Niagara Falls to descend the 200 or so feet between Lake Erie and Ontario. The falls carry 20% of the world’s fresh water. Amazing.
Ice is kept off the falls by a series of twenty-two booms, though sometimes ice will overtop and go down the falls, damaging the Maid in the Mist and other facilities. Also ice bridges routinely form in the river below the falls and, until 1912 when three people fell through during a slight warm spell to their deaths, people used to go out and have parties on them. Ice also crushed a bridge called the Honeymoon Bridge back in 1938.
Next we went out to a multi-level viewing platform near the bottom of Horseshoe Falls that afforded a beautiful view as well as a good soaking and a thunderous roar. Well worth it, I hated to turn back up the tunnel and the line for the elevator back up.
Once out of the attraction I saw one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen — and resisted it. Fries with gravy on top. Now, those of you who know me know I’m no stranger to going to Two Guys and putting a cup of gravy and parmesan cheese on my fries. But it is something I do once every five years or so. And I do it in secret, in great shame, in their darkened dining hall. Here it was, however, in full view of the world. “Yeah, I got some fries with gravy on top, you got a problem with it?!” it practically shouted. Though I resisted (and would do so again, just this night in Ottawa) I suspect I will succumb…
We walked back along the river (and I took tons of photos — it is so very hard not to, particularly in the age of “free” film) and up the hill to the room and rested a bit (hey, it’s vacation). At about 8p we set out to find some steak. Addison was really in the mood for some (the lunch nibble serving only to whet his appetite). Every place was $40 per-person, or more, however, so we ended up back at Mr. Coco’s where Addison got a very good 12 oz. It wasn’t cheap ($32!) but the rest of us didn’t have anything near that expensive and I just got French Onion soup and ate some of his vegetables and a left over piece of pizza that Genetta couldn’t eat. Returned back to the room and the others went to bed while I plonked away at the Gettysburg blog in… horrors… Notepad.