And, as no visit to Niagara would be complete without a ride on the Maid of the Mist, we happily obliged (or, at least I did… eventually).
Looking down on the Maid from the lookout overhead, the voyage looks a wee bit scary. Lots of spray, froth, and rough seas… almost enough to stop me (but not my girls, or their cousins, who we met for the day).
But, I eventually gathered my courage, and we made our way to the boat for the tour. Everyone was given blue rain ponchos, and we trekked down to board the ferry.
It was a lot of fun, and not nearly as rough as it had looked from above. But it was a surprise how bitingly cold it was (go figure, water spraying in your face isn’t room temp…). The ponchos were terrific in keeping most of the water off us. But what they didn’t cover, got soaked.
It’s safe to say, we were fallin’ for Niagara.