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Our 2004 Road Trip, Part 5 of 10: Soaking in the Cave of the Winds

Bridal Veil Falls!

Come on, folks, single file up to the falls. There’ll be plenty of chances for everyone to feel the deluge!

Previously on Midlife Crisis Crossover:

Once upon a time in 2004, Anne and I got married and had a honeymoon! A week later, we (and my son) embarked on our fifth annual road trip: a drive northeast from Indianapolis up to see the watery wonders of Niagara Falls and its adjacent tourist traps.

On our November 2015 trip to Colorado Springs I spent a few hours at an attraction near Manitou Springs called the Cave of the Winds. It was a genuine cave in which I felt actual winds, but it wasn’t my first “Cave of the Winds”. At long last we backtrack to our first encounter with that label on the other side of America.


Bridal Veil Falls!

The Bridal Veil Falls that’s an offshoot of Niagara Falls is not to be confused with the three dozen other “Bridal Veil Falls” scattered elsewhere worldwide. These attractions really need a naming database that lets them know whenever a name is taken and they ought to pick something else.

After our tour of Fort Niagara up in Youngstown, we made a beeline right back to Niagara Falls to fulfill our remaining tourist duties there. Next in line was the Cave of the Winds tour, one of a few heavily advertised attractions that offer copious waterfall access, which was a much more alluring form of dampness than the rain that had been chasing us the past few days.

We weren’t guided into the titular Cave and felt no special winds, but it was otherwise all the touring one could ask for without choking on the steady streams coming at us from above. Located on Goat Island, participants receive a borrowed poncho and a pair of sandals that are included with admission price, then take an elevator down near the base of Bridal Veil Falls.

Cave Ponchos!

Every borrowed poncho adds thirty pounds of frumpiness, guaranteeing a 0% theft rate.

We were led up and down and around a wooden catwalk whose ultimate destination is the Hurricane Deck, where all the action is for the most foolhardy of tourists dying to stand within ten feet of the Falls. Really, the water and mist are absolutely everywhere throughout the entire experience, but the Hurricane Deck takes you Right There, and it feels like the most exhilarating nonstop water-oriented amusement park ride ever.

Bridal Veil Falls!

The closest we could get to the Falls before I began fearing for my camera’s well-being. Beyond this point, we ventured unphotographed.

The boy and I climbed to the permitted pinnacle and got drenched despite our rain gear. Anne stayed a few levels below on what my son nicknamed the Chicken Deck. Throughout this experience, all previous thoughts of fun, puny hotel pools were buried and forgotten.

Bridal Veil Falls!

Anne took this shot from the “Chicken Deck” as we descended at last, sufficiently cold and wrinkling.

Meanwhile across the way, Canada beckoned to us, yearning for our tourists dollars. They would have to wait two more days.

Canada!

On a gray afternoon you can’t see all the neon.

If you want a worm’s-eye view of Niagara without paying Cave of the Winds admission — but, by extension, without getting as authentically misted up — the other side of Niagara Falls from the Cave has a few free catwalks.

Niagara Falls!

Niagara Falls! At this level, more of a pervasive cloud than a majestic waterway.

Niagara Falls!

Pull the camera back, and there’s us out of water’s way and beginning to dry off.

Off Path!

No fair cheating by leaving the path. BAD TOURIST. BAD.

Anne!

Anne demonstrates the discerning observer’s preferred method of waterfall posing: juxtaposed with them, not drowning in them.

To be continued!

[Link enclosed here to handy checklist for other chapters and for our complete road trip history to date. Follow us on Facebook or via email signup for new-entry alerts, or over on Twitter if you want to track my TV live-tweeting and other signs of life between entries. Thanks for reading!]

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About Randall A. Golden
Hoosier since birth, geek since age 6, father at 22, Christian at 30; launched Midlife Crisis Crossover at 39. Full-time service rep; part-time internet contributor; former message board admin; inhabits Twitter as @RandallGolden. Views expressed herein do not necessarily reflect those of any other corporation, being, or party line.

2 Responses to Our 2004 Road Trip, Part 5 of 10: Soaking in the Cave of the Winds

  1. tonyroberts says:

    Randall,

    I’m just getting back in the blogging business after retooling and refueling my web presence. It’s good to see you haven’t wavered from sharing your family adventures. I look forward to reading more.

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