Day three. The Falls! The rush of water! the roar of...water! The all pervasive mist, scattered by a bold wind all throughout the scenic vista.
There was lots of water.
It was beautiful.
(We are very tired this morning)
Moving on!
Here is another picture of the American side of the falls. It's pretty cool.
The falls are amazing to see, though it's difficult to describe in any kind of entertaining fashion. Imagine a thousand beasts, straining at the harness, pulling a machine so vast it blots out the very sun. The falls are nothing like this. They are made of agua.
I learned some things, too. Again, this is the American side. See all those rocks? They fell in two major rock slides (?) Eventually, the rocks will continue to fall and in the future there will be not so much a giant waterfall as very steep, very rocky rapids. And the falls are moving at a rate of approximately 6 feet a year due to erosion.
Erosion caused by water.
And, see that little sucker on the right? That is called the Bridal Vail. nothing....
Keep wishing, Lewis.
Because I'm in trouble now, I have little to say except that every thing about the falls is very beautiful, including my wonderful, understanding girlfriend.
(water)
And there are rainbows!!!
Exhibit A: Catherine and Michael pre-Maid of the Mist boat tour...Notice how proud my beard looks, glinting in the summer sun.
Like our ponchos? Do you? Do you?
Exhibit B: Where we are going, whether we like it or not. For years, many of you have said I was going to Hell. Instead, it turns out I'm going to a waterfall. So there.
It was wet and windy!
Exhibit C: Us post-Maid of the Mist.
Exhibit D: A path to an observation post. Of course, we though it led up to the top, not to, say, the wettest place one can be, short of tossing ourselves in the water. It should be mentioned by this point we have removed our ponchos, for good or ill.
This was like being caught in a downpour, which is hopefully nothing like Seattle will be.
Every day.
Exhibit E: Catherine and Michael post-accidental observation deck. Please note that Michael still has his poncho in his hand. We are soaked through and through. And I mean through!
Number 1: It was an act of solidarity, since you got rid of your own poncho. Number two...
Even my undies were wet. And not scared-wet, but Niagara-wet.
The nubbin of Pennsylvania!
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