Does anyone know why I want to add, “Slowly, I turned,” whenever I hear the words “Niagara Falls”? Except my sister. I know she knows the reference. (Hint: Three Stooges)
Philip said that my last post was rather doom and gloom about our rocky start, so I shall be more upbeat. Yes, our dog bit my hand and left me south-pawed and a little shaken, but I’m getting past it, healing well, and typing again as usual. That’s upbeat, yes?
Our last campground, Darien Lake State Park, was about 50 minutes from Niagara Falls. We only spent one day at the American side of the falls, and that was enough to enjoy the magnificence of the Horseshoe and Bridal Veil Falls. It wasn’t too crowded, since it was a Wednesday. And even though it was in the 80s F, the falls give you a constant cool misting. I had seen the falls previously from the Canadian side, but I found them equally impressive on the US side. And there was an interesting historical note about the first hydroelectric power plant built there in 1895.
We loved Darien Lake State Park in New York and its surroundings. Peaceful, green, and uncrowded. And we figured out how to fill our travel trailer’s water tank without having to hook it up to the truck and drive to a spigot. If you can’t get the horse to water, bring the water to your horse with a 150-foot hose.
We also sampled some fresh corn, strolled around a Tractor Supply store for the hose (but they also have everything you could wish including cute cowboy boots), and we enjoyed a Tim Horton’s iced coffee and doughnut. (So much better than the ubiquitous Dunkin’ Donuts, not even close.) I am now on the hunt for frozen custard. I saw a sign in Pennsylvania, but you can’t just veer off on a whim when towing 29 feet. Or so Philip tells me.
Meanwhile, before I forget, on the drive heading west to where we are currently staying, I saw a couple signs for a restaurant called the Quaker Steak & Lube. Certainly made me do a double-take. Now that I’ve read about it, I wish we’d stopped. Has anyone eaten at one, known for the “Best Wings”?
Guess where Philip, Murray, and I are currently camping to be entered to win one of my books. Clue: It sounds scary, but it’s not.
2 thoughts on “Rocky Tales — Niagara Falls”
My family visited Niagara Falls when I was a girl, and I loved it. At the time, I said I definitely wanted to follow tradition and honeymoon there, but when the time came, I voted for a science fiction convention instead.
Looking at scary place names on maps of the area where you are right now, I spotted a Hook Lake Campground in Ohio. It immediately conjured up images of those middle school stories of the escaped maniac with a hook for a hand.
Wherever you are, I hope your journey is going much more smoothly now!
I received your response on where you were camping. Nice wordplay!
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