Archon’s version of our blogger meet-and-greet. Of course, MY version is the accurate one – except for where he describes me, which is way better than anything I could say about myself. Grumpy Old Dude, indeed – what a crock!
Day 1 – Beautiful Buffalo
Okay, I wrote the above, and the computer didn’t explode, so, on with the post.
With five hours of sleep, and adrenalin coursing through my veins, I was awake to greet the son as he got home from work at 7:15 AM. By 8 o’clock, I had much of our supplies loaded in the car, when the alarm woke the wife.
With this head start, and only a little chivvying on my part, the wife was beautiful enough to leave by ten to 10, instead of my feared ten after. We took along little snippy Miss GPS, who the wife has named Ethel. We had three choices to cross the Niagara River, to get to Buffalo. I had decided on the furthest south, at Fort Erie, even though it meant turning back north on the American side.
Ethel said, “Turn here, to cross at Lewiston.”…
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