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.