I wanted to pee off the lookout as a testament to mans impotence compared to nature. (Plus I had to go).
My wife didn't want me to get arrested, so veto'd my idea of performance art.
We took the maid of the mist, got wet. It turns out maid of the "mist" is appropriately named.
Just a quick boat ride to get you right up in there.
The Canadian side is so much more commercial/touristy, and interesting than the American side.
We ate a lot, toured the touristy town, Melissa bought kitsch.