For dinner, since I had the voucher, I decided to finally try escargot. I've always been an adventurous eater, and I even worked in a restaurant in college which served escargot, but I had always had a bit of a problem getting past the idea that it was snail. It turned out to be rather tasty.
After dinner, we drove around on the Canadian side for a bit then came back to the hotel where we caught a shuttle down to the falls for the New Year's festivities. It was cold and snow was spitting from the dark skies, but the atmosphere was lively and warm. Holiday light displays were abundant, most notably upon the Falls themselves.
Promptly at midnight, the fireworks began...
...but it was brief and underwhelming. I guess I'm more used to the all-out fireworks shows on the 4th and New Year's back home. The Niagara Falls fireworks show apparently begins in early November and they shoot them off over the gorge every Saturday night, which probably has something to do with it. By New Year's Eve I guess thy're using whatever's left over. But you'd think they would put a little extra oomph into it for the New Year wouldn't you?
Welf and I went back to hotel and stayed up entirely too late enjoying the warm glow from the fireplace. I woke-up around 11am, and while Welf slept-in a bit longer, I went to breakfast. When I came back to the room, she was awake. So we spent some QUALITY TIME TOGETHER.
That afternoon, stormodacentury and his wife dsptchrgal came down from Rochester to visit with us. I hadn't seen Stormo since I had trained him last summer. As you may recall, he was with me the night I first met Welf. I had only met Angie one other time, very very briefly in Boston. We went out to eat then hit one of the local casinos. Welf had never been to a casino before. I had never been to one... um, in Canada before. AFter goofing around on the blackjack table for a little bit, I was even at $100 CAN. I put all the chips on the two hands I was playing... and won both hands. So I walked out with an extra $100 in my pocket.
We all went back to the hotel room and hung out for a bit, playing with cameras and talking.
We blew that popsicle stand the next morning and headed home with a sawed-off .410 on my lap. Through the badlands of Wyoming, we killed everything in our path.
No actually, I had to be in the truck and back on the road no later than 10am so I could be in northeastern Connecticut by that evening, so we struck out from Niagara Falls around 6am and headed back to Dorksville.