We headed down the Niagara Gorge to the whirlpool. This is where the river makes a 90 degree turn and has eroded a circular pool with the outgoing flow passing under the incoming flow.
It's also the place where most bodies are found. It's said that suicides over the Falls are counted at 20-30 each year.
There is a 100+ year old cable car that runs across the whirlpool.
The operator told me that several people each year drop their mobile phones into the raging river below.
From there we headed further downstream to the exceptionally pretty community of Niagara-on-the-Lake...
And then we took, with some intrepidation, the Rainbow Bridge from Canada into the United States.
At the barrier we handed over our passports and were told to park our car and go to the 2nd floor of the Immigration Building. In the waiting room about 50 people were waiting to be processed. A notice said to wait until your name is called.
After a waiting of about 2 minutes, we were called for our interview. We had been called before ANY of the others.
Twenty questions on where we had been, the purpose of our visit and when we would be leaving the USA were asked and answered. Photographs and fingerprints were taken before we received stamps in our passports authorising our stay until October.
In search of a decent cup of coffee, we headed to a mall this morning.
I'm not sure if you could use this name for a store in the UK!
But the shopping mall recognise the need for men's rest areas...
(Mrs M was shopping in Madewell)
After coffee, we headed over to my buddy's house where I was able to collect a stack of parts that I have ordered from various US vendors for my American LaFrance...
I'm not sure that I can get them all into my suitcase
John, a bachelor, has an extensive vehicle collection. We counted a dozen motorcycles and at least 10 cars - all but a couple are plated and ready to drive.
We spent the day cruising in his 1967 Ford Country Squire - a monster of a car! But this one has a Hurst 5-speed shifter and a massive 447cu in engine.