I stood here speechless yesterday when we arrived. I've seen this in encyclopaedia, in pictures, in films and in stories. This is actually the real thing, turning thousands of gallons of water over, every second.
The other side of the tumult of mist and cataract, is the United States of America - which looks like hotels and steel mills. The better view's on this side anyway; the Canadians know it - they've built a whole neon-flashing resort around the view. It's a bit like a multi-coloured sugary funfair: a sky wheel, a 'house of horrors', a terrible waxwork museum, fudge shops, candy stores, souvenir places packed with gimcracks and expensive stuffed mooses, giant flashing signs for the 'casino' and, brilliantly, 'Dinosaur Adventure Golf'. We were always going to have a round of 'Dinosaur Adventure Golf'...
It's a thing, this, for some reason - playing mini-golf around plastic models of dinosaurs. It's not scientifically accurate.
Perhaps more awesome than plasto-saurus on the 17th green, is the sound of the roaring falls. It's something you can't really anticipate - the churning, tumbling cascading water over there, falling out of America and into Canada. It's a constant thunder, pouring and pounding, spectacularly exploding into clouds of mist above the icy pools beneath.
What's more, today happens to be the first day of the season for the boat. I think we're about to get very wet.
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