As good luck would have it my friend Jo from Vancouver was visiting her Mum in St Catharine’s at the same time as we were staying in Toronto. Now for those of you not familiar with Canadian geography, St Catharine’s is just south of Toronto and really near Niagara Falls.
I had been keen to see the falls whilst we were so close and this was by far the best way to see them. Trains to the area from Toronto leave once a day, and you guessed it, early in the morning, and don’t return until the evening. I have no idea what we would have done in Niagara for all that time. As it was Jo had a car and could act as our tour guide so we were able to see lots more of the area and limit our time in Niagara Falls town to just long enough to admire the horrendousness of it all and then run away.
We drove around St Catharine’s and out to Port Dalhousie to admire Lake Ontario and squint to see Toronto on the opposite shore. We had lunch in pretty little Niagara-on-the-lake and then drove to see the falls.
I had expected something jaw-droppingly incredible, I mean these are Niagara Falls, and they were, but I’m afraid they couldn’t hold a candle to the Rocky Mountains. Perhaps it was the sheer naffness of the town and they greyness of the day, but after about 15 minutes of looking and a bit of wandering along peering over the railings getting thoroughly soaked by the spray being whipped off the falls by the wind I was pretty much, meh, Falls, where’s the tea at?
Apparently I’m very hard to please!