After a 7 hour drive, I could tell Edward, who had never been to Niagara Falls before, was thinking it was a bit ridiculous to drive so far for some water. As we walked down towards the water, Ed started to smile. “Ok, this was worth the drive,” he said. “That’s just the small American side! Wait until you see the Canadian side,” I said back to him. I then explained that Niagara Falls is actually the collective name for the three waterfalls that are there: Bridal Veil Falls, American Falls, and Horseshoe Falls. However, with the border running through the river, Bridal Veil and American Falls are on US soil while Horseshoe Falls, the most famous, is on Canadian soil.
With hundreds of other tourists, we went down to the water and lined up for the Maid of the Mist, the boat tour that takes you right down to the bottom of the Falls. Thank goodness for the rain ponchos they gave us, the spray was so constant and heavy it was nothing short of raining when the boat arrived below the Falls. The sight was spectacular but the sound of four million cubic feet of water rushing over the crest every minute is absolutely sublime. It was so loud that you could feel the constant roar of the crashing water echo through your body. As the boat turned to leave and pass by American Falls, I realized we were drenched. The ponchos helped a little but my feet were floating in my shoes.
Luckily, it was a warm summer day so we walked along the promenade next to the river. We dried off a little but as soon as we approached the Falls again the mist came pouring down. Usually rain ruins a holiday but at Niagara Falls, it seems to make it.