The weekend we took a road trip towards the beautiful Niagara Falls was one summer I will never forget.
Our trip began on a beautiful day towards the end of June. Our family was nestled inside our quaint Lexus, jam-packed with our suitcases, games, music, and maps. We had been planning this weekend getaway for ages, marking our stops, reserving our hotels, and organizing some quick tours in a city or two.
We began our long trek from Massachusetts at 8am and made our way through New Hampshire and Vermont. The car ride totaled 4 hours, but there was a great deal of sightseeing to be had on the beautiful highways of New Hampshire. Rolling hills and breath-taking mountains kissing the sky were so miraculous to behold. And of course, who would deny the sight that is New England on any day of the year, with its variety in colors and majesty.
Our car squealed to a halt as my brother and I jumped out of the car unto Vermont soil and began unloading. We were very excited to finally arrive at the Lake Morey Hotel, a quiet yet gorgeous place filled with great people, a large lakeside view, kayaking, and karaoke. Later that night, we were singing “Summer Nights” from Grease, being careful not to raise the microphone too high lest our arms collapse in exhaustion from the vigorous kayaking.
Waking up the next morning, we were back on the road, this time heading to the French province of Montreal, Canada. Having spent a good 9 years there, our family knew the ins and outs of the gorgeous city. After 2 hours of traveling, we emerged into Canada, greeted by vast amounts of farmland and majestic landscapes. The air was crisp and magical filled with promises of eccentricity and smiles.
Driving into downtown Montreal was a like stepping onto a European street. The cobble-stone streets were lined with horse carriages, bustling shops, and eclectic restaurants. The place was filled with ragtag music, surely from emerging bands, and to the brim with excitement. Walking was a completely different experience altogether. We watched a live street show with performers and jugglers and bought a CD from a promising flutist playing his various masterpieces for us. We later settled into a nice restaurant, had amazing pizza, and then finished the night with a slow carriage ride. I cannot remember a more magical night.
The next day, we were once again hitting the road, this time to the Falls. Making our way, we arrived to the quaint town, and I found my jaw dropping in complete awe. The Falls were gargantuan. I never felt so small and so mystified. The graceful and powerful flow of water and the rushing sounds of its course were so unreal, as if I walked into a dream. We even took a boat tour and went under the falls, almost half-expecting to tip over from the powerful currents; but instead, we were soaked and utterly thrilled.
Once my body ceased to tremble from the awe-inspiring tour, we made our way to the “city-ish” parts of the area, where we had a lovely meal, visited a haunted house, and strolled along the streets, observing the falls while eating ice cream and laughing.
It was the perfect ending to a perfect summer weekend.
~Taken from my previous article.