Family


This is the Rainbow Bridge that leads from Niagara Falls, NY to Niagara Falls, Canada, in the middle of the bridge there are USA and Canadian flags marking the change over of countries.

Now, if you note something, we are on level with this bridge. And, see how far down it is to the gorge? Yeah, I was shitting myself, as I stated in my first post about our Niagara Falls trip. I hate heights.

But, the boat ride, honestly, riding on the Maid of the Mist boat at the foot of the American, Bridal Veil and Horseshoe falls is beyond description. The incredible power of the Niagara River crushing over cliff, and onto the rocks below, the enormous winds that take your breath away, and just the sheer beauty of being so close to it all is worth all the panic I went through.

The real reason we were in the Falls though was family. As much as the Pietras clan as we could muster spent the day together, no formal pictures were taken but, there are some shots of various parts of the family.

Tre and Charlie in our motel room. We ended up staying in a small, family run motel that was straight out of the 70s after we had been screwed over by the Red Carpet Inn and Expedia.com (never use expedia, they lie, refuse to honor their guarentee and costs us hundreds and hundreds of dollars.)


Ricky, Isabella, Sherry, Mary, Aunt Rosie, Katie, Tony, Shawn.

Betty and Uncle Dan