Saturday 8th June 2024, 1.00pm (day 4,671)
I first visited Niagara Falls on a freezing cold day in April 1989, when I was 19, and with a trip to make from Toronto to Buffalo for a workshop tomorrow, there seemed no reason to not stop off on the way for another look, 35 years later. On neither visit have I been unimpressed: the falls are certainly a monumental spectacle and manage to rise above the excessive tourist tat that spreads along each bank of the river (and is somewhat worse on the Canadian side, I thought). What you see here are the American Falls on the left then the narrow Bridal Veil fall on the right.
And, a curiosity: though everything you see in this picture is the territory of the USA, I was stood in Canada when I took it. Not long afterwards I walked across the Rainbow Bridge into the States, making this, I am pretty sure, only the second time I have crossed an international border as a pedestrian, after Spain/Gibraltar. (Italy to the Vatican and back can’t really count.)
Being 42 