Ohhhhh, Caaaanadaaaaa!!!!

There have been six words I've been singing all day.  The first two are "Ohhhh, Canadaaaa!" and the last four are "Don't go chasing waterfalls..."  It's been a very waterfall-y couple of days.  Rachel and I went to the Watkins Glen State Park gorge (where you can walk behind a waterfall!) on Saturday evening, and the Robert H. Treman State Park (home of Lucifer Falls, which is giant and scary and amazing and proposal-y) near Ithaca on Sunday.  Today, my sister, her husband, and I stopped by the Watkins Glen park again and walked behind a waterfall, and then we went to the mother of all waterfalls: Niagara Falls!  Niagara Falls is so gigantic, it's almost looks fake.  It's so scary!!!  But really amazing.  We took the "Maid of the Mist" boat and got totally wet, but they give you these ponchos made of blue plastic bags that do a really good job of making you really hot and dry.

Then, we drove to Toronto, which is where I am now!  Hello, Joni Mitchell and Michael Cera!  It's a very big, hopping, artsy, poshy city, it appears.  We're in a fancy hotel, which is weird.  I ate mediocre "Asian Fusion" Pad Thai just now.  More Toronto tomorrow, then we're staying in Sarnia (aka Narnia), Ontario, and then going to Chicago on Thursday, stopping in Ann Arbor (Good Day, Tally Hall!), and passing through Detriot (goodbye, cruel world).

My brother-in-law, Adam, has inspired me to not date.  At all.  And just not even think about it.  Which sounds really relaxing and new.  Yes, ladies and gentlemen, hell has frozen over.