Woke up early today and decided to ride by bike over to Canada and up to Niagara Falls. Took some photos when I was up there. And a video. It’s a 2hr ride along the Niagara River to the Falls and mostly bike path…which is nice.

The above photo is on the Peace Bridge, the bridge connecting US and Canada. It’s only about a 10 minute bike ride from my house. This is the boundary line between the US and Canada at the top of the Bridge. Below is me standing in two countries at once.

I thought I’d throw a poem in for those who made it to the bottom of this post. Not sure what to name it yet. Maybe something like: Your bedtime it 9pm, what are you still doing out of bed! Or, It’s almost summer vacation and I get to stay up till 11pm and run out to the ice cream truck at 9:30pm and get a cone at night! Even, I bought a fixer upper in a neighborhood that has ice cream trucks come round till about 10pm. Anyway, here’s the poem:

It’s 9:30 at night and I can hear the ice-cream truck,
Said my 11-year-old. Standing with a glass of water
In hand, just before bed, around the corner he appeared
From the kitchen. Yea, I said, it’s late. You could see it
In his face before he asked, does it always come this 
Late? I didn’t answer. In this neighborhood, I thought, 
Why not? Because he darted back into the kitchen
With the now empty glass. You could feel the excitement
In his feet as he rain upstairs to bed. 
School was almost over for the summer.