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A Canadian location may offer a great view of the falls but the deck of
one of the Maid of the Mist boats lets you hear and feel them as well. The
boats pass close enough to the American Falls to catch spray from the
crashing water then pull into what seems the very center of the area
enclosed by the Horseshoe Falls. From that vantage point, the incredible
turmoil at the base of the falls can be clearly seen, heard, and felt. The
plastic ponchos are not just for show.
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Back on dry land, I got yet a different view of the falls. All that water
does not just flow quietly to the big drop. The white capped waves start
well back from the precipice and show their own sort of watery violence.
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It was now time to start down US-62 and, after checking out the scenic
drive between the falls and the I-190 bridge, I did just that. There are
lots of motels along the first few miles. Some active and some long since
shut down. There is a stretch of abandoned large factory buildings or
warehouse similar to the one I drove through entering Niagara Falls on
US-31. This drive is pure city until well past Buffalo and I would not
recommend it to anyone. I wanted to cover Sixty-Two from its start but
aside from meeting that goal, and some interesting motel signs, there is
little to see here. The motel signs I've included here are not the best
the road has to offer. They are just some I could conveniently stop near.
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It was not until I reached Lackawanna, some thirty miles from the
beginning of the road, that the drive started to became enjoyable. I first
saw the huge dome shown in the middle photo but pulled off before reaching
it to take a look at the Buffalo and Erie County Botanical Gardens. A
pleasant park surrounds the building housing the gardens with a circular
drive for bikers, hikers, and convertible drivers wanting to shake some
ugly city. Rain had seemed almost likely when I started so the top was up
and I had no reason to open up before this. Now the top came down and I
think I started smiling, too.
The dome I had seen sits atop Our Lady of Victory Basilica. This huge and
most impressive building is part of the legacy of Father Baker who, a
passerby told me, is well on the way to sainthood. I sampled Fran-Ceil's
product in the form of a banana & vanilla swirl cone. I believe that
Ted Drewes was my first experience with frozen custard but I've since
tried a few other, including Ritter's. I have been by Debby's, on
Sixty-Six near St. Louis, twice but both passes were too early in the day.
I'll time it right, someday. Ted's rank is not in jeopardy but that banana
custard was mighty good.
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With Buffalo fading behind me, things did get increasingly pleasant. This
detour, south of Dayton, NY, didn't really bother me but it does mean that
I missed a bit of the current US-62. Sorry I missed you, New Leon.
Something for the future. From here, passing through forested hills and
even some farmland, Sixty-Two is pretty much two-lane to the Pennsylvania
line.
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It was in Warren, PA, that I had switched from Six to Sixty-Two when I
came through here in May and the two share a path through much of the
town. I noticed the row of microphones being setup just across the street
from the "flatiron" building and asked about them. I was told
that there was to be some free music here in the evening. The man motioned
toward an area across the street and nearer the river and said someone
would be playing there, also. I was more or less expecting this to be my
stopping point for the day so I said I just might be back.
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I got a room in the Holiday Inn near the west edge of town. Holiday Inn is
usually a little pricey for my taste but the independent motel that I
first targeted did not look too inviting and the fact that its only posted
bragging point was "weekly rates" clinched it. After a less than
successful struggle with an internet connection, I returned to downtown
for some street music. The first three pictures are of
"supporting" acts for the Robin Stone Band - the only official
part of the show. The first picture is of a rock trio that played a
6:00-8:00 slot in the area next to that row of microphones. I caught a
couple of tunes (pretty good group) then walked around the corner for
dinner.
The second picture is of the construction of a new bridge across the
Allegheny River. This construction seems to be providing quite a bit of
entertainment for the town. I had noticed a few folks watching from
folding chairs when I had been through earlier. Work was still going at
7:30 and it easily held the focus of the crowd that awaited the main act.
When I returned from dinner, Robin Stone was performing a set of original
songs with a backing rhythm section. Simultaneously, a seven member group
was performing at those microphones up the street. The group of seven
performed "inspirational" music and the three guys that had
played earlier did Christian-rock. The RSB was billed as "folk
rock". The music on the riverside was part of a corporate sponsored
series presented by the city. The others were not. I didn't detect
anything particularly threatening in Stone's lyrics but this may have been
closer to a "Battle of the Bands" than to a three stage street
festival.
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