Day 3 (oops, no really day 2): The Power of Water, and a little wine.


Day 3 seemed to be mostly about the power of water.  Something we often forget, so seeing it in action was a timely reminder that we humans are mere specks on this planet and nature doesn’t give a damn if we are in the way taking a selfie.  She’s just gonna roll on over ya, so respect and get out of the freaking way!

My third day started with an achy wake up in the back of my Rav4.  SUV-RVing, as it is called, is not for the faint of heart or stiff of limb.  Sigh.  But I persevered and after a bit of shifting around and grateful use of my USB chargeable fan, I was able to drift off and get a few hours of rest.  Next time (tonight) I hope to roll into the campground with more time to set up the tent and sleep outside.  But in a pinch, the car works just fine.  (If you are thinking of trying this, do it.  I’ll show you how.)

Hot shower at Robert Treman State Park followed by waffle breakfast in Ithaca, then it was off to Watkins Glen at the base of Seneca Lake and a must-do for any Finger Lake exploration.  This state park has a 3 mile loop that takes you past 19 glorious and powerful waterfalls that cut their way through gorges Mother Nature created thousands of years ago when ice covered all of Canada and much of the US.  Pretty amazing what can happen when you add water and ice.

Then, back on the road through rolling drumlins and purple mountain sides of New York State.  Dairy Farms turned into Vineyards around Lake Keuka.  Magical, lush, and large.  New York State is much more than the quick trips to the City.  I need to remember this and come back more often.

Lunch in adorable Hammondsport, followed by a quick wine tasting at Bully Hill Vineyards and then I was off for Canada and Niagara Falls with a bottle of tasty Chardonnay in my cooler.

After rolling through hill towns, farms, and the new crop of correctional facilities that seem to pop up everywhere, I was at the Peace Bridge lining up for my first border crossing in a while.  Here is what went through my head:  Scenes from A Handsmaid’s Tale, fear that I may have a half of a joint in my car (I didn’t), and hope that maybe I could cross over and stay.   Will they even notice one more middle-aged white woman?  Its a big country, and if I have to, I can live out of my car…. But the border crossing was easy, no one tore up my camping gear searching for contraband and no one questioned if I was here on vacation or trying to sneak in for good.  I passed through and headed up the road for Niagara.

Now, here is where the power of water really impresses.  No words can truly express this, so here is a photo:


Walking towards the falls, was an experience in itself.  EVERYONE was there.  I must have heard 50 different languages.  People from China, Spain, India, and large group of Mennonites strolled along the edge marveling in the splendor of nature and of course, taking tons of selfies.  Well, not the Mennonites.


I spent a few hours there watching the light change on the rushing water as it made it’s way madly towards the precipice and then over in crashing drama.  The sun set and it changed.  The laser lights came on in blankets of color and it changed again and still the crowds came and went and took selfies or just immersed themselves in the wonder of nature.


I limped (plantar fasciitis kicking in) back towards my Airbnb home for the night and once again ran the gauntlet of kitch.  Niagara is a city of natural beauty but it is also home to this:

So, after a full day of the overwhelming beauty of nature and the head-shaking insanity of what people find entertaining, I wandered back to McRae street where I found my wonderful Airbnb hosts, John and Trish, sitting on their front porch with their trusted hound, Flash.  They offered me a glass of wine and a hit off of a newly-legal joint, and I felt at home.  We sat up until midnight discussing the state of America and how puzzled Canadians are that we allowed this tragedy to happen.  I reassured them that we WILL turn this train-wreck back around and soon, but deep in my heart, it is hard to convince myself 100% that this optimism is founded.   But we have to keep hope alive.  Or what else is there?

Oh, Canada!

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