The Seaway Trail follows along the southern coast of Lake Ontario, but the acres and acres of orchards provide me with the vistas for quite sometime-more than the sea. The harvest necessitates incessant activity by the pickers, packers and road stand vendors as the trees bulging downward are eased of their fruit. Eating an apple reminds me of its incomparable taste when picked that day.

I meet Dorothy, who works at a State Park store. She keeps extra change on hand so no kids, even those lacking funds, need leave her shop empty-handed.

There is another night in my tent, further along and by the shore, with a campfire to compete with the stars.

Crossing into Canada, I arrive at my destination, Niagara Falls! Quickly I don a flimsy plastic poncho with the other tourists as we attempt to encounter this astounding force aboard the sturdy ship.

All that I heard and the pictures I have seen could not have prepared me for the overwhelming majesty and beauty. The Niagara Falls are sublime.

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