On our way home, we made a couple hour detour to Niagara Falls. I went Thanksgiving Day when I was sixteen, ice was on everything, and it was spectacular. But, I had never been in the spring when there was significantly more water, and John had never been at all. Twelve years ago, I was still using film, and all the night photos I took of the colored falls did not turn out in the slightest, so I was thrilled to get another opportunity. The Canada side has an even better view, but it turns out one must have a passport to get to Canada now. Even though we did not get to cross the border, New York's view was majestic.
While in Niagara Falls, we decided to go to the aquarium since I've been begging to go to one for months. Unfortunately, this was the worst aquarium I have ever been to. We were in and out in less than an hour. Their website said they had an octopus and sea horses, which was a blatant lie. The teeny aquarium we went to in Cabrillo, California cost half as much and was a hundred times better. If you're ever in Niagara falls, don't waste your time here.
On the last day of our vacation, my hubby drug me to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. I was worried it would just be signed photographs and costumes, about as lame as the Hard Rock Cafe. Granted, it was a lot of costumes and photographs, but there were dozens of truly amazing guitars. There were guitars that belonged to Johnny Cash, Jimmi Hendrix, George Harrison and John Lennon, Rage Against the Machine, Aerosmith, the Allman Brothers, The Doors, and so many more. In general, I hate taking pictures in museums because the lighting is horrible and everything looks like garbage, but this time I got some photos I just loved. Eventually, some will be hanging in the hubby's man cave.