Therese and I tried to leave early for Old Fort Niagara. After I left, I realized, my boyfriend had my ATM card. I had to drive out to get it from him at Nazareth. I got coffee first, which of course, I spilled on my hand, while wearing a glove that held it against my skin longer. Once we finally got on the road, it seemed like we were in business.
We were still looking good as we drove through Buffalo and crossed the bridge on 190 onto Grand Island. Traffic came to a complete stop and we were eventually forced to exit 190. Although we were able to make it to Niagara Falls by way of Tonowanda, we didn't feel like we had enough time to get anything done at Old Fort Niagara.
We were planning to stop to see the Falls anyway, so we swung by the park visitors center to try to find some information on Maid of the Mist. I did find a childrens book with an adaptation of the story from what was recorded by Louis Henry Morgan (a Rochestarian). Anyway, the day wasn't lost and we did find some information for the book.
Looking at the town of Niagara Falls, NY is a sad side. The shops are all closed, there are very few restaurants who are still operating. I could blame the time of year or the recession, but these things are not to blame. Niagara Falls began to die years ago. It's not the vibrant colorful place I remember from my childhood. The NY side of the Falls is a ghost town and I don't mean that it's haunted. As we ate a late lunch, noone passed by the windows. The streets were empty, of cars and people.
Finding the details behind these stories I remember makes me remember the magic I once saw there. The park is still amazing, but the surrounding town is dead. It seems all that's there is a park and a casino. Somehow, I still love to go there.
-America-
We were still looking good as we drove through Buffalo and crossed the bridge on 190 onto Grand Island. Traffic came to a complete stop and we were eventually forced to exit 190. Although we were able to make it to Niagara Falls by way of Tonowanda, we didn't feel like we had enough time to get anything done at Old Fort Niagara.
We were planning to stop to see the Falls anyway, so we swung by the park visitors center to try to find some information on Maid of the Mist. I did find a childrens book with an adaptation of the story from what was recorded by Louis Henry Morgan (a Rochestarian). Anyway, the day wasn't lost and we did find some information for the book.
Looking at the town of Niagara Falls, NY is a sad side. The shops are all closed, there are very few restaurants who are still operating. I could blame the time of year or the recession, but these things are not to blame. Niagara Falls began to die years ago. It's not the vibrant colorful place I remember from my childhood. The NY side of the Falls is a ghost town and I don't mean that it's haunted. As we ate a late lunch, noone passed by the windows. The streets were empty, of cars and people.
Finding the details behind these stories I remember makes me remember the magic I once saw there. The park is still amazing, but the surrounding town is dead. It seems all that's there is a park and a casino. Somehow, I still love to go there.
-America-
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