Yesterday our group celebrated what has been a happy, summer-long marriage by honeymooning in Niagara Falls. Simply put, it was amazing. Forrest said, rather snarkily, "We're just going three hours out of our way to watch a bunch of water succumb to the force of gravity?" Fortunately, we all quickly succumbed to its charms. Those of us who felt brave (read: reckless) went on the "Maid of the Mist" right the heck up to the falls, and got absolutely drenched in the process. The trade-off was a sweet blue poncho that made me feel like a cross between Cookie Monster and a Rivendell reject. Beautiful scenery, a bizarre, Disneyland-like atmosphere, and delicious (if overpriced) hot dogs. What more could you want?
Tonight marks our last performance of this show, and it hasn't quite sunk in yet. I feel like we still have some stops on our tour. Of course, that could just be the impending sense of travel as Evan, Forrest, Lisa and I prepare to take the long trek back to the west coast.
We took a group photo before we went on the boat yesterday. We look slightly crazy and borderline exhausted. It's been one hell of a trip.
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