At first, the plan was to go to Niagara Falls with a couple of friends. One cancelled a week before we were supposed to go an the other cancelled the night before. I figured, what the hey! I’ll go by myself. The night before I went out with Number Tew and on talking she said she would go with but I’d have to wait until after her workout the day after. I figured, since I have to wait for her, I should get my workout on too!
Okay ladies and gentlemen – To get from Toronto to Niagara Falls is super inconvenient, especially during the week.
First of all the Via doesn’t even seem to know what I’m talking about when I search for fares. It keeps taking me through GO Transit which makes no sense. If I wanted to take the Go Train I would have looked it up on their site. Then I gave in and went to the Go Train website. Apparently the summer train to Niagara from Toronto only run on the weekends and to get to Niagara from Toronto on the other days you have to go through Burlington then get on a Go Bus *rips hair out*. And don’t get me started on the Greyhound!
The Go system runs every hour after a certain hour. So, at about 1:30pm, after we both worked out, we go under way. We were looking forward to this trip, except for the really dark clouds forming over our heads as we went.
Eventually, we got to Niagara Falls. It wasn’t as it crowded as the place normally is. We took a cab from the Go bus which let us off in the middle of nowhere, just a road, a sign and an empty parking lot. Thankfully there was some random cab parked there waiting for the bus to come in.
The falls was as beautiful as ever. There is just something about that water flowing over the edge onto rocks in a white sea of foam below sending mist in the air. And, if you stand in the right spot, that perfect place, you can feel the soft kiss of the cool water against your skin. The boats on both the American and Canadian side ran to and fro, carrying brave souls as close as they can get to the falls without tipping over. But there is a genuine feeling of accomplishment getting on those boats. I remember, for I was one of those people a few years ago.
But the day wasn’t all about the falls. On Clifton hill there was plenty to see and be in awe over. From the haunted houses, to cars sticking out the side of buildings, to a theme park, smack dab in the middle of it all. The crowd was bigger here, families with children, lovers holding hands, random people walking around with giant cameras around their necks, snapping images to put on facebook or to show off to their friends (on facebook lol). Many had wonderment on their faces, surprise at the attractions. It was a great thing to see.
Here are a few more pictures from the trip: