Around Buffalo, Alison asked, "How close are we to Niagara Falls?" I wasn't sure so I had her pull out the map. It didn't look too far, so we impulsively pulled off 90 and headed north on 291. 12 miles later, we were in the town of Niagara Falls. No mist to be seen, but no lack of heart shaped jacuzzis either. We followed the signs to the American Falls and were there soon enough. Parking was another issue. We circled around for a little while until spotting a 5 minute parking spot in front of the House of India (advertising a wide selection of international food including chicken wings and hot dogs) and hoped for the best. We ran through the crowds, bolted through the visitor's center, snapped a few shots in front of the falls, and ran back to the car. No ticket!
Another first for Alison came about when we crossed into Ohio. Soon enough we were passing through the cute town of Hudson and into Stow, where my friend Brian Robson and his girlfriend, Krystel, greeted us with open arms. Brian and I met 2 years ago in Kelly, Wyoming during our WEMT training, and this was the first time we'd seen each other since our send-off party in Jackson at the Antler Lodge. The four of us went out for sushi and now we're enjoying each other's company with or full bellies. It's Alison's turn to say a few words...
I can't believe I forgot my Ratt CD.
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