These two photos were taken in two different countries, both from the train as we crossed the border after spending four days in Toronto. We had cold but beautiful weather there and rain on the way back, so these pictures reflect the dreariness. The Niagara River cuts a deep gorge and natural border between the two countries, and the view from the train was dramatic.
My cousin lives about a half mile from the Amtrak station on the US side. We called her to say hello on the way over (her dad, my uncle, was the world’s biggest train enthusiast). She arranged to have coffee and sandwiches from Di Camillo’s waiting for us on the way back. There is an hour of downtime while Homeland Security does its thing, and it flew by as we got caught up.
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