Day Four and Five (Buffalo and Niagara Falls)
One thing that I forgot to mention is
that I am listening to audio books as I drive. Many months ago, I
asked friends for suggestions on good non-fiction books within
certain criteria, from which I created a master list. I also, of course, had books on my own
to-listen-to list as well. Leslie thinks - and she is not completely
wrong - that the real point of the trip is to listen to these books.
I would not be doing this trip if it weren't for the audio books.
The first book of my trip was suggested
by my most spot-on suggester, my book-loving Hilo friend Nancy
Lundblad. It is called Dirt: The Erosion of Civilizations. Here is bit of the Amazon blurb summary: An
engaging natural and cultural history of soil that sweeps from
ancient civilizations to modern times, [it] explores
the compelling idea that we are—and have long been—using up
Earth's soil." My summary is: this needs to go on my "101 Reasons We Are Doomed" list.
I spent two days in Buffalo - mostly
talking with my friend Susan and her wife Tandy, pictured below with
their animal family.
I took a couple of walks with Susan and
Radar, the lab, in different, pleasant places.
I had met Tandy once, but didn't really
have a memory of her as it was probably 17 or so years ago. But I
can say that it was a great pleasure - and the highlight of my time
in Buffalo - to get to know her and find out about her life. She's an
Assistant Principal at the City Honors School, which
is an interesting 5-12th school.
Now, of course, it was also great and a
highlight to spend time with Susan, who I have seen many times over
the years, but usually in shorter spurts. As I mentioned in my last blog, she is one of my ex-partners, and a complete sweetheart. Me, I wasn't so great but she forgave me. More than once. I was bad. Moving on. Since I mentioned Tandy's
profession, I would like to proudly point out that Susan is a
University of Buffalo History professor, who has written two
wonderful books: Coming On Strong: Gender and Sexuality in 20th Century and Sexual Reckoning: Southern Girls in a TroublingAge.
Susan and I took one outing to City Hall, which
has an observation tower to view the whole city. The picture of Susan is looking to the northeast, I think. The one below is to the south.
The building has a very cool art deco
first floor. Just a few shots to give the sense of it. If you are
an art deco fan - as I am - absolutely a must-visit if you come to
the city.
And, then, time for Canada. The line
coming into America was about 50 cars long. The line going into
Canada was 2 cars long. Just for those who might be interested, here
was my conversation with the Border Services Officer.
Officer: Where do you live?
Me: Santa Cruz, California
Officer: Where are you coming from?
Me: Buffalo.
Officer: Is this a rental car?
Me: Yes
Officer: Where are you going?
Me: St. Catharines
Officer: What are you doing there?
Me: Seeing a friend.
Officer: How do you know her?
Me: She is the mother of a good friend
in Hilo, Hawaii, where I live half-time.
Officer: How long are going going to
stay there?
Me: Two days
Officer: Are you bringing anything into Canada that will stay here?
Me: Yes, a bottle of bourbon.
Officer: Are you bringing anything into Canada that will stay here?
Me: Yes, a bottle of bourbon.
Officer: Then where are you going?
Me: To Detroit via the Canadian
highway.
Officer: Have you been here before?
Me: Canada?
Officer: Yes.
Me: Yes
Officer: Have you been here before?
Me: Canada?
Officer: Yes.
Me: Yes
Officer: Welcome to Canada.
Me: Thank you.
I went to Niagara Falls where I spent
$25 to park to see it, take pictures and videos. I was planning to
stay 45 minutes. Not a great value, but I didn't have time to find
cheap parking and I said to myself, "oh - damn it - what the
hell: it's Niagara Falls!" (Anybody who knows me well, knows that this behavior was very unusual; I try never to pay for expensive parking.) I have been there before back in
'88. But the memory was good enough to do it again, even at that
price.
There is just something about the power
and beauty of that water going over those cliffs... It is
breathtaking.
And then it is fun to take a panorama, cause they are weird. There is a glitch in it (my finger?) behind the boat. Go ahead and click on it, and tell me what you think it looks like. I want to know if people see what I see!
After Niagara Falls, I went off to see my sometimes bridge partner and fellow opera fan, Diane. She winters in Hilo with her daughter, Rachel. More about her family next blog.
I had troubles getting to Canada. Leslie instructed me, sternly, to turn
on airplane mode before I crossed into Canada or I might rack up
charges I did not intend. But I didn't really plan well enough for
that, it turned out. My maps weren't good enough. I had a
not-very good map of the town of Niagara Falls, so I ended up wasting
30 minutes trying to find the QEW (Queen Elizabeth Way). I had
written the directions from the QEW to Diane's house where I was
heading. They were very bad instructions, and then I spent another 30
minutes trying to figure out where her street was. I asked a cop who
had no idea, though the street is pretty damn long and big (and it
was 4 blocks from where he was standing.) Anyway, I got there. And,
of course, turns out that Diane had sent me perfectly fine
directions, warning me that google gets it wrong. I missed that
email.
I do consider my getting lost/ missing
Diane's email another blunder and it's going on the list: 3 spilled
drinks, embarrassing text screw-up, bad Canada preparation.




Great panorama shot! Works great when I click on it. Maybe the glitch in it is that guy's fist?
ReplyDeleteI think it's the Loch Ness monster, which hiked from Loch Ness to the Atlantic Ocean, then swam over to Canada, down the river, through Lake Ontario, and into the falls.
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ReplyDeleteI'm gping to try to at least capture the punchline of what my post said.... I will pay you back for the parking, so you can keep your principles! Cause the picture is worth it.
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