One of several Sunday detours was a quick jaunt to Canada and back. Did you know that you have to pay a 50 cent walking bridge toll to get back to America? Down at the Horseshoe falls, the heavy mist [you nwesterners know what i'm talking about] makes everything eternally damp. It's cool, but the rest is kind of like Las Vegas: you can see the attraction, but you can't really understand it. I tried to imagine the Falls in their glory days in the fifties, when wood-paneled station wagons and family camping trips to national parks ruled the world.
the pair
the american falls
the canadian falls
yeah, that's a bike
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That bike picture takes it all.
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