Niagra

The hotel was quite the retro dumpy experience. After showers, shaving, etc. we were disappointed to find only old pathetic coffee in tiny styrofoam cups. We packed our bags back into the xterra, this time via the back seat, as the rear lid was blocked by our bikes, and beat a hasty retreat.

We pulled off in a place called Weedsport, to seek breakfast. Being the Sunday before labor day, it was really quiet. We stopped at Arnold's Family Restaurant, and had a normative diner breakfast. However, the table where we were sitting was right under the HVAC system which was emitting some sort of ultra low frequency vibrations which made us all want to leave as soon as we could.

After a small eternity of dreary driving through upstate New York, we finally made it to Niagra Falls. As we approached the city we could see the mist rising from the center the city, even form a couple of miles, or so, away. It looked like a massive radiator or boiler malfunction. Allegedly the native american word Niagra means noisy river, or noisy water, heap big noise, or something like that. It certainly seemed apropos.

Being that it was Labor Day weekend, the place was packed. Awash with tourists, immigrants, and all the rest of the Great American Melting Pot, it was still quite a spectacle. We did not opt to stand in line for hours and wear little blue or yellow raincoats, but settled for the more distant, and pedestrian experience. We still got a little wet though. Check out the video...