Slowly I Turned

ImageJuly 2, 1984. We cross the Peace Bridge into Canada, and I start rubbernecking like a kid in F.A.O. Schwarz.

The view along the Niagara Parkway as we make our way to the falls is lovely. The Niagara River is to my right, well-maintained homes and parks are to my left, while trees line the parkway on both sides. I attempt to take in every detail and make a mental memory for all time.

My heart quickens in anticipation of my upcoming encounter once again with the thunderous monster at the end of the river. Every few seconds I peer down the ribbon of water, hoping for a glimpse of white spray signaling our arrival.

A gorgeous home comes into view. I want to live here on the parkway. An audible sigh escapes my lips; envy surrounds the soft sound.

The drive is taking longer than I remember. We come to a small, quaint town and run into a bank to convert our American dollars to Canadian. Our math skills are as good as those of a beaver who chiseled a pencil or three (see Mark Armstrong), and we know it will be easier to use the more colorful bills than worry about conversion rates for our greenbacks.

We encounter a kerfuffle alongside the parkway. People are moving quickly. We slow our pace, and myImage rubbernecking increases as we drive by. A man is shooting video of others as they shove a barrel into the water. They race to their vehicles, quickly overtake us, and speed toward the falls.

I am soon squealing like a teacup pig enjoying her new red rain boots (see La La). The spray above the falls is now in my line of sight. It only takes a few minutes before we are turning into a parking lot.

There are police cars, ambuli (the plural of ambulance), ok, ambulances, and security personnel rushing around. Tourists are excited and curious about the disruption to their day. I know what has happened. My rubberneck saw the barrel go into the river – a lapping, growing monster as it carried its victim away to certain death. I’m strangely unconcerned as I rush to my spot.ImageI lean over the rail at the edge of the falls and breathe deeply as I absorb every bit of the experience with all of my senses. I am mesmerized and enchanted by the thunderous monster that is Niagara Falls. There are no words to describe this particular spot at the edge of the Horseshoe Falls. You have to hear it, see it, feel it, to truly understand.

I am unaware of how long I stand in this one spot. Others may have wanted to stand here, but I am Imagegreedy this day. Slowly I turned … in time to see policemen and rescue workers whisk away a man with a blanket around his shoulders. Onlookers applaud. Good for him. He lived. I turn back to my spot and allow the monster to envelop me once more.

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22 thoughts on “Slowly I Turned

    • When I was a kid, our family was on our way to Rice Lake in Canada for a fishing trip. Dad stopped at the Falls and told us all to run grab a look. I stood in that spot. We left right away because we were on a deadline, but I was hooked. It’s only a 4.5 hour drive, and I’ve been back many times. I love everything about the area. Hope you get to see it one day.

  1. Ambuli— Ambulances— You say tomahtoes and I say tomatoes.

    People really do go over the Falls, don’t they? That’s just CRAZY! Was in the area on business once and took a quick look from the American side. I guess somebody could survive going over, but Jeez Louise.

      • No, I’ve hardly been anywhere. Mexico, Eleuthera, North Carolina, Florida, Alabama, Louisiana, and the Mississippi gulf coast. My dream places to go are Alaska and Scotland!
        To change the subject, I have just finished “Sunshine Hunter” and have the other four on my Kindle. I really like your style as a writer.

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