And for the first time in 48 nights, we're not at a motel. Instead, we're in the home of friends. Margaret's sister and husband are at a place on the Niagara River near Queenston Village. Pleasant, quiet, relaxing.
Margaret occasionally asks me if we're writing a book after this thing is over. What we've posted on this blog is only a tiny fraction of the stories we could tell. And, I have more than five hundred pictures on file to help to bring back the memories. I'm also on my second trip diary so..., maybe.
Pictures:
A buffalo in Buffalo
The streetcar at Swan and Main
The Peace Bridge - did it look sweet!
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