Fire Cloud...
An irregular marking on the exterior of Native American pottery: usually resulting from burning fuel coming in direct contact with the vessel during firing

Sunday, 22 August 2010

Niagara Falls on the Canada Side

Niagara Falls, Canadian Side.


Sometimes songs stick in your mind. I think there may be a word to describe the little musical earwigs that burrow into your brain. Mrs. Phred has been singing the same song in the morning for at least a week and it's got a hold on me too.

Yeah they're out there a'havin' fun
in that warm California sun
Sometimes I'm thinking the lyrics and she bursts into them. It's a little like a computer virus.

We took the off ramp on the Robert B. Moses parkway to get here. As we pulled around the ramp we faced a bridge that said maximum clearance of 12 feet. We pulled over and reviewed our paperwork. Nothing there about height. I think we had a sticker once which Mrs. Phred pulled off and threw away.

We called the manufacturer who first told us 11' 4'. We cranked up to move but then and got a frantic callback saying 12'10' was the real height.I broke out the tape measure and pretty much confirmed that. Then we called the New York highway patrol who arrived with lights and sirens flashing. They told us that there was actually a 13 foot clearance on the bridge if we stuck to the middle.

Next we got a really snotty Canadian border guard. I hate crossing the border either way. You put yourself at the mercy of some officious red-headed nitwit with a pistol on her belt that you wouldn't even have to speak to in a normal business or military situation because they would be about seven notches in talent below anyone you would normally speak to unless they were in an big auditorium listening to your wisdom. Next time I'll do better. It's not all that hard to handle little people. They don't need that much.

The falls were stunning. We went down the elevator to see the falls from the inside and later to a little town called Niagara-on-the-Lake.

Niagara has a lot of casinos, tattoo parlors, massage parlors and "gentleman's clubs"...we call them something else in Key West, but my grandchildren might read this someday...there was a Margarittaville...

In the morning, we leave the RV for a couple of days and check into a hotel in Toronto to poke around a couple of days..

1 comment:

  1. so is it safe to assume that the police stopped traffic for you to go through the middle?

    glad you are doing the hotel bit in toronto...enjoy....sil