[I]t is Canada Day, the perfect time to revisit the reason I have a passport.
When I went to Michigan for the first time, it was November and the heat went out on the first night.
We woke up and went to another country.
We had planned to go to Canada on the trip anyway, but the cold night meant for an earlier trip across the Ambassador Bridge.
It’s still my only journey out of the United States so far, but I hope it’s not my last trip to visit America’s neighbor to the north.
The first trip had its share of bumps in the road.
My debit card didn’t work, and we ran out of time before we got to go to Toronto, but those things were small potatoes compared to the highlights.
I saw Lake Ontario from a car window, I saw Canadian hospitality in action and I tried Tim Horton’s.
I went to Niagara Falls.
I almost froze, but the falls surpassed all my expectations.
I’d go again, and I’ve imagined a few things I’d do on a second trip.
Every time I tell the story about my first trip to the land of Gordon Lightfoot, I always add my disappointment I didn’t get to ride a boat called The Hornblower.
It carries its passengers up close to the falls.
I suggested we board, but I got vetoed because I asked through chattering teeth since it was November in the Great White North.
If I get the chance for a second trip, I will try my best to be on the boat.
I also want to tour Toronto, park the car, stand on Lake Ontario’s shore and enjoy another box from Tim Horton’s.
This post is a response to Sue’s prompt, which is “imagine.”