Ever since I was a small girl, I have dreamed about seeing Canada's great Niagara Falls. And last week...that dream became a reality. I look back on the whole experience with mixed emotions. Because also, since I was a small girl, I have hated the feeling of being cold above all else. Well.. the only thing that I hate more than being cold, is being cold and wet.
It was a blistery Friday morning, and our team was ready to go bright and early. I was the only Niagara Falls newb of the group, and was trying to take it all in. The hoards of people in the tiny blue ponchos, being herded onto The Maid of the Mist, the roar of the boat engine, the beautiful falls that belong to the states passing slowly on the left, the even more beautiful sight of the not quite so far off Canadian falls approaching strait ahead... and this is where I stopped trying to take it all in.
Because at this point... all of the sudden all I could see was water. It turns out, that Maid of this Mist is actually code for Maid of the Sheets of Heavy Rain. And those blue ponchos they give you? Don't do much. I tried pinning it around my clothing every which way I could... to no avail. But then a funny thing happened. Once I realized that becoming wet and cold was inevitable... I just embraced it. And laughter has a way of warming you up...and trust me... our team did a lot of that. So even though I was feeling my boots fill to the brim with water, and my hair becoming drenched... I still enjoyed the falls... in a strange and very unlike me way. All in all... I don't think I'd trade in my first Niagara Falls experience for a dry one...but next time I'd definitely bring an umbrella...
Jessica
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