The beginning of the school year brings on many wonderful things. It also bring on a bit of anxiety and stress. As the days flew by I started to feel like I was marooned on Long Island and I needed to get out. With my next few weekends booked and a Monday off I devised a plan. Joe had work until 3 in the city. Afterwards we would set off on an adventure with Niagara Falls as our destination. I've been to the falls before and I felt like Joe had to see them. We had a hotel for Sunday night in Ontario but our Saturday night was a little unclear. We decided to just drive and see where we ended up. We assumed we would probably want to start trying to find a hotel near Binghamton and assumed we would find something along the 8.5 hour drive to the falls.
We were very wrong.
As the night progressed we visited Binghamton, Cortland, Syracuse and countless other towns and cities up until Buffalo. We pulled into every hotel, motel, holiday inn I could find on my phone and begged for a room. In some places it was parents weekend at a college that filled their rooms. There were weddings, football games and white tailed deer conventions in other places. We took turns sleeping and ventured on into the night. At around 4 am somewhere between Rochester and Buffalo, Joe almost drove the car off the road in exhaustion. He pulled into a rest stop and we decided to take a 45 minute nap which turned into an hour and a half snoozefest. I woke up meeting the gaze of a drifter/yeti man as he walked slowly past our car. I decided I could handle driving and our plan was to soldier on to our Canadian hotel and hope we could get a room to crash into. At around 6:00 am we stumbled into the lobby of our hotel only to find out that it was also sold out for that particular night and check in was at 3 pm. Delirious we stumbled out the door of our hotel, down the steepest road outside of San Francisco and down towards the rushing sound of the falls.
We arrived just as the sun began to peek over the horizon. We were almost completely alone.
I am so glad we had the fortune of being denied a good nights sleep because we would have missed an unforgettable sight. I've seen the falls before but not like this.
We were very wrong.
As the night progressed we visited Binghamton, Cortland, Syracuse and countless other towns and cities up until Buffalo. We pulled into every hotel, motel, holiday inn I could find on my phone and begged for a room. In some places it was parents weekend at a college that filled their rooms. There were weddings, football games and white tailed deer conventions in other places. We took turns sleeping and ventured on into the night. At around 4 am somewhere between Rochester and Buffalo, Joe almost drove the car off the road in exhaustion. He pulled into a rest stop and we decided to take a 45 minute nap which turned into an hour and a half snoozefest. I woke up meeting the gaze of a drifter/yeti man as he walked slowly past our car. I decided I could handle driving and our plan was to soldier on to our Canadian hotel and hope we could get a room to crash into. At around 6:00 am we stumbled into the lobby of our hotel only to find out that it was also sold out for that particular night and check in was at 3 pm. Delirious we stumbled out the door of our hotel, down the steepest road outside of San Francisco and down towards the rushing sound of the falls.
We arrived just as the sun began to peek over the horizon. We were almost completely alone.
I am so glad we had the fortune of being denied a good nights sleep because we would have missed an unforgettable sight. I've seen the falls before but not like this.









