I know this is a couple of days late (actually, I wrote it on Sunday and just scheduled the post for Tuesday because I'm a cheater), but I had to tell you what a wonderful time I had with you on Sunday.
We sat at the kitchen table at 10am when everybody else left. "So, what do you want to do?" was the question hanging in the air. We decided that after we took your mother/my grandmother out for brunch before work, that we would head in the general direction of Niagara Falls and stop wherever we felt like stopping on the way.
That was the absolute best adventure I've ever been on in Canada. First, we were on the QEW, Niagara-bound obviously, but it was all backed up, so we got off at the very first exit and decided to take the scenic route. Going via Highway #8, we went the long way through Grimsby, Beamville, Jacob, Lincoln, St. Catharines, Welland, Niagara-on-the-Lake. In Jacob, we found a whole bunch of people crossing the street and stopping their cars and stuff. We curiously pulled into a parking lot to find out what was up. It was a flea market. Absolutely full of junk. Nothing good at all, but, hey, we got to make fun of some local yokels. That's all we needed out of that adventure. We continued driving. When we hit the canal, we were stopped at a bridge as a huge cargo ship went through, then a pretentious (American) yacht. When the bridge decided to not come back down, we went only very slightly out of our way to cross the canal and carried on our journey.
We sat at the kitchen table at 10am when everybody else left. "So, what do you want to do?" was the question hanging in the air. We decided that after we took your mother/my grandmother out for brunch before work, that we would head in the general direction of Niagara Falls and stop wherever we felt like stopping on the way.
That was the absolute best adventure I've ever been on in Canada. First, we were on the QEW, Niagara-bound obviously, but it was all backed up, so we got off at the very first exit and decided to take the scenic route. Going via Highway #8, we went the long way through Grimsby, Beamville, Jacob, Lincoln, St. Catharines, Welland, Niagara-on-the-Lake. In Jacob, we found a whole bunch of people crossing the street and stopping their cars and stuff. We curiously pulled into a parking lot to find out what was up. It was a flea market. Absolutely full of junk. Nothing good at all, but, hey, we got to make fun of some local yokels. That's all we needed out of that adventure. We continued driving. When we hit the canal, we were stopped at a bridge as a huge cargo ship went through, then a pretentious (American) yacht. When the bridge decided to not come back down, we went only very slightly out of our way to cross the canal and carried on our journey.
In Niagara on the Lake, we spotted a sign pointing out Laura Secord's home. You promply gave me a heart attack when you turned the car around suddenly. $10 bought the two of us a really shitty tour of the establishment, but years of fond memories of relentlessly mocking the tour guide. He tried really hard, but the young man had a lisp, braces, and a tear in the crotch of his period costume. Not to mention his inaccurate historical details and poor public speaking skills. Once again, he did try at least.
Once on our way again, we made our way closer to the falls. When we saw the sign, we realized that neither of us had ever seen the whirlpool. So, we stopped to check that out, but the first lookout place was terrible and we couldn't see it. So we went to the next one along the road. When we got out of the car, it started to rain, but we still went and looked and enjoyed the dizziness for a moment. We then got back in the car, drove by the falls, and began making our way back home.
We talked the entire time. It was fantastic and I will never forget that day.
I'll figure out how to get that Japanese tourist picture up here somehow... eventually.
Thank you for such a fantastic day. I mean... thanks for breakfast and driving the whole day. And you're welcome for the tour of Laura Secord's house.
Much love,
Peat
I'll figure out how to get that Japanese tourist picture up here somehow... eventually.
Thank you for such a fantastic day. I mean... thanks for breakfast and driving the whole day. And you're welcome for the tour of Laura Secord's house.
Much love,
Peat
Home of Laura Ingersoll Secord. Run, Laura, run!
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yay fun adventures! =)
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