“Let’s just go a little further,” I said to Commando. “I’d like to have a look from the river above the falls if we can get that far, to see what would have possessed someone to stand there with a barrel and think about going over the side.”
Looking down into the churning waters was like looking into a boiling saucepan. It seemed unbelievable that anyone would consider jumping in but many people have and some have even survived. Why did they do it though? Walking across on a tightrope is madness enough but a vertical drop of over one hundred and sixty five feet hardly screams ‘jumping in would be a pretty good idea,’ even without eighty five thousand cubic feet of water falling every second.
Commamdo was, understandably, a little nervous about driving seventy two miles on Canadian roads. After all, that’s like driving from our house to London, which in England would be counted as a pretty long drive. Of course, in Canada it’s considered just down the road and we couldn’t come all this way without seeing one of the wonders of the natural world. Not wishing to get caught up in the morning rush hour, we had a leisurely breakfast and then took a slow wander down to the car park. The worst part turned out to be getting out of the city. Once we got onto the Gardiner Expressway the traffic eased a little. Now all we had to do was follow the sat nav, keep looking at the road signs and try to be in the right lane at the right time. Simple? Probably not but Commando managed it. Continue reading Niagara, where America and Canada collide