We met up in Portland on Thursday night to pick up a little retirement gift for my parents:
I put a lot of time over the past year into making this strip canoe...it's too much to go into in this series of entries. So I'll save them for another week.
To our surprise, the boat stayed on the roof for the entire ride back to Syracuse and proved to be a conversation piece at rest stops...making me want to stop less.
It was good to get to my parents house and celebrate 24 years of hard work by my mother...I think they liked the boat. Good food was eaten and tasty wine was drunk.
This morning, before leaving Casa DeRosia, we took a walk back in the woods to Brickyard Falls. An old favorite swimming spot from my childhood, it was a good warm up for Niagra Falls.
Rich had never seen Niagra Falls. It's a pretty amazing sight. 675,000 gallons a second pour over the Horse Shoe side...too much to fathom.
Customs has never been my favorite part of going to Canada. Two trips ago I was accused of being a male prostitute. But today wasn't too bad. Sure the van got searched...but I kind of expected it after Rich told the agent about the knives in the van...oh and really, who's not going to search a dented, white package van with two guys in it and don't know where in Canada they are going to that day/night.
Oh well, it really didn't take that long. Now we're in lovely Woodstock, Ontario for the night. Tomorrow beings the actual skateboarding part of the trip with a few stops in Ontario before venturing back across the border to Detroit. 8 mile?
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