Folks and books suggested that we spend time on the NY side of Niagara Falls because it was in a more natural state than Niagara Falls, Canada side. So we arranged for two nights in Buffalo, not realizing what a wonderful city it was.
We both wanted to visit Niagara Falls. Naomi had been there with her dad in 1964. I, born and raised in NY had never been there. Niagara Falls is a wonder of the world right up there with our seeing lava from the Kīlauea volcano flow into the Pacific Ocean. That created fumaroles as well.
Fumaroles. I never had heard that word before. Coincidentally, I was reading “The Wild Muir - 22 of John Muir’s Greatest Adventures” at this time, for my Old Spokes book club. Muir used the term repeatedly when describing the waterfalls he encountered in Yosemite. Some might say the term should be reserved for volcanos: “Fumarole, vent in the Earth’s surface from which steam and volcanic gases are emitted.” I’ll go with John Muir because it’s such a great word.
There were many surprises & treats in store for us as we embarked on this portion of our recent adventure.