One thing I like about staying in motels while bike touring is that there is no breaking camp in the morning. We get dressed, load the bags back on the bike and just roll away. The west side of Lockport is a little run-down with industrial parks in various states of decay, so we were glad to find a little breakfast joint on the ride out of town. After we powered up on eggs and french toast at Dee’s Sugar Shack, we continued our trek west to cross into Canada today.
The Canada border crossing on a bike can be a bit tricky. To cross over, we joined traffic on Interstate 190 for a short while to cross the Niagara River into Canada—I imagine we were a funny sight to all of the cars waiting in line going the other direction, two loaded bicycles rolling between semis and RVs. Don’t worry, this was totally safe (and allowed!), the speed limit was only 15 mph! Alan didn’t like it, but in a burst of speed, I made it to Canada first. We pulled up to customs, showed our passports to the agent and were off again.
We immediately picked up the Niagara Recreation Trail and followed it south along the Niagara River Gorge into the town of Niagara Falls. The gorge is spectacular and there are several opportunities to stop along the trail for terrific views of the jewel-colored river below. I don’t know why, but the water is a gorgeous blue-green color. At the Whirlpool, the river makes a sharp 90-degree bend, creating a swirling pool, and there’s an overlook right on the edge of the cliffs above it.
Once in the town of Niagara Falls, there were too many people to ride on the trail, which had become the sidewalk. I didn’t know what to expect when we arrived in Niagara Falls, but tourist trap was the first thing that sprang to mind. We rode along the gorge until we finally saw the American Falls on the opposite side of the river. Niagara Falls is an iconic landmark, and I wondered what they would look like in reality, in comparison to what I envisioned in my mind. Let me just say, they do not disappoint. From our vantage point across from the American Falls, we could see upstream to the Horseshoe Falls, which I think are even more spectacular. The sheer size of the falls and volume of water coming over the edge is awe-inspiring. I’ve honestly never seen anything like it. I can’t wait to do a boat tour of the falls tomorrow.
We pedaled along until we found the street with our hotel. It was the biggest hill we’ve biked in several days. Up at the Best Western Fallsview, we unloaded, showered and found an Indian restaurant for dinner. After a dessert of donuts at Tim Hortons, we’re off to bed.