Meeting Friends and "the Falls"

Saturday, August 5…

Sky as we left the campground.
(Below, sky during my walk.)

Uneventful drive to Niagara Falls (the city), where we’re visiting a business friend of Greg. (Twenty-some years ago Greg & I and this fellow and his wife were all in Wales for an electronics conference. His wife and I probably toured the glass blowing and Wedgewood factories together. Do we remember each other? Not a chance.) Arrived around 11:30 and chatted for a couple hours. Greg & I hadn’t had lunch yet, so we slipped back to the MH to silence our grumbling tummies. I also made time for a neighborhood walk to keep FitBit happy. In the evening we had great ribs and such at the Brickyard Pub & BBQ in Lewiston, an artsy little town nearby.

After dinner Ray drove us past some NF landmarks, ending at Goat Island, which is a key area of Niagara Falls National Park. The force of the rapids approaching the falls is sobering, to say the least. As the river separates to pass Goat Island, the northern half becomes the Canadian (Horseshoe) Falls, and the southern half is the American Falls and Bridal Veil Falls. It was nearly dark, so my pics aren’t great (but they are mine 😊).

(bridge on the horizon)

(needs an accompanying soundtrack)

Seagulls (and there are lots more!)

BBQ leftovers inside. 😃

BlogStory… Toward the end of dinner last night I noticed a missed call from my niece, who’s house-sitting while Chris is in China. I sent a quick text that we’re in a noisy restaurant and I’ll call back shortly. A couple minutes later a ping signals a new text. Jenn has taken our car up to her apt to pick up clothes and such for her month’s stay. No problem. (She has no car – we’d told her to do this.) When she returned to the car (presumably with lots of stuff), there was no car. (This car is a classic red ’88 BMW convertible. Can you imagine her panic?) Apparently she’d taken too long gathering items, and – lacking a resident or guest sticker – the car had been towed. She needed a note from us and a pic of my license in order to have it released. Lacking paper and pen, I sent the required pic with an accompanying text. Not good enough. By now we're in the car. My practical solution given the circumstances not only sufficed, but apparently also generated smiles at the impound lot.  All’s well that ends well.