As with all stories, there is a beginning, a middle, and an end. This post is the ending to my story, my saga, my adventure of when hubby and I went to Niagara Falls. The images that will be found below my story are taken of the American Falls, as I stood on the Canadian side of Niagara Falls.
And so my story continues …
Making sure we had all of our equipment when the shoot was finished, we arrived back to our car. Quietly and contemplatively we sat and drank hot tea as our car idled in order for hubby to thaw out his frozen fingers. I was so warm, my hair was plastered to my head, just soaking wet. Yep, I did have enough layers on to keep me warm, believe me!
After drinking our tea, we prepared to head for home. Driving along, the more time went by, the more it felt good to be sitting down, relaxing.
Minutes ticked by and before I knew it, we were approaching the Peace Bridge. Confident that we would be through Customs shortly, hubby drove up to one of the Customs’ Booths, and that is when I got the shock of my life. A huge sign stated, “Have your ID ready for the Customs’ Officer.” (or something like that) Now before 911, one did not need ID to get back into the United States, so I was not prepared for this.
I looked at hubby as we slowly approached the booth, and quietly and with calmness I was not feeling, stated, “Hubby, my purse is in the trunk of the car.” All my ID was in my purse which was in the trunk. Why? Before we went on the photo shoot, we safely locked my purse in the trunk. Returning to the car, I completely forgot about my purse.
Panic. Pure panic ensued within me, and I could also see as well with hubby. We have both heard horror stories that if there is anything out of the ordinary at Customs, anything that could be deemed suspicious, you will get pulled over, and the Customs’ personnel do have the right to tear your car apart. Before hubby could even say a thing after he opened his window, I leaned forward and said,
“Excuse me, Sir, but my purse is in the trunk of our car. I am so sorry for this inconvenience. I did not know I had to show ID again before we entered the States.”
That was the only time I looked at this man. My glance showed me a young man, with no expression on his face, yet he had a kindly air about him.
Rapidly, I opened my car door. I managed to get one foot out on the ground but the other foot got stuck and I just could not move due to my “girth”. Without knowing what else to do, (OH this is NOT happening!) I rocked back and forth, back and forth, in an attempt to get enough momentum going to propel myself out of the door. Wanting in that moment so badly to say to hubby, “Come on, hubby! Give me a push!”, I swallowed the words, keeping my eyes and focus on the ground that I just had to get my feet upon. Keep in mind I looked like this stuffed in endless layers:
Finally enough momentum got me up and out of the car, but with an audible groan. OH NO! Did I just groan out loud? (NO WAY!) I was SO embarrassed!! As fast as I could move, I scuttled back to the trunk of our car, not looking at anyone, keeping my eyes peeled on that trunk, seeing from the periphery of my vision, cars begin to line up behind us. I stood there waiting, waiting, waiting … (The longest moments of my LIFE!)
The color drained from my face. I thought panic was evident in the car when I realized my purse was where it was, but now? What the HECK was hubby doing? I kept on thinking, “Oh my GOD!! We are going to get pulled over! OH my GOD!” Hyperventilating, I then see hubby gesturing for me to step over to the passenger door. Composing my face as best as I could in a neutral expression, (Not a problem, be right with you!) I quickly walked over to my opened door, stooped down and heard,
“Honey, I popped open the gas tank door instead of the trunk. Could you close it?”
Going then to where the gas tank door was, I attempted to close it, once, twice, (OH COME ON!) oh yes, third time the charm! Now I went numb. If we didn’t get pulled over, it would be a Miracle. Standing once more at the trunk, hubby finally maneuvered the right button, and it opened. I never grabbed that pink purse of mind so fast, yet at the same time, trying to act like no big deal, just me and my purse, as I make my way back to my car door.
I landed with a thump in my seat with yet another groan. ME? Again? Oh, this was just TOO embarrassing. This young man who was waiting for our ID must have thought I was a whale of a woman. I sure did look like, believe me!
Unzipping my purse as fast as I could, I got my wallet out. Now due to the extended time my fingers were exposed to the cold, they were stiff. And, in the excitement of the drama I was smack in the middle of, those very fingers were visibly shaking. Multiple attempts to get that ID out failed, (NO NO NO! This really is NOT a good time for these fingers to be stiff!) and finally, OH THANK YOU, GOD!, I was able to retrieve that ID, just about shoving them to hubby who then gave my ID to the Customs Officer.
I closed my eyes, and prayed …. (If ever you hear my prayers, God, now would be the PERFECT TIME for one of those times!)
As this Customs Officer briefly glanced at our ID, I held my breath all set to hear, “Pull over please.” But instead of even asking the usual questions, this Customs Officer, quickly gave our ID back, and said words music to my ears, “Folks, you are all set. Go ahead.” That young man must have seen our panic, our embarrassment, and thought to himself, “Oh these poor fumbling bumbling people. They have been through enough.”
Bless you kindly, Sir. Your kindness I will never forget.
Again I say, see the fear that terrorism perpetrates? There are some really GOOD people in this world, and this Customs Officer is one of them! Now I am planning on returning to Canada someday soon, just to face the fear that was generated on this day, so that I can honestly say, “There is no fear but fear itself!”
My goal was to get at least ONE laugh elicited from you. Did I succeed? Can you just picture me as I described myself and what was happening? Only me, honestly, only me! Now I can laugh! Then, I really could not.
Finally finally the pictures do come. Please do enjoy this final look at Niagara Falls in the images below. May what you are about to see, amaze and dazzle. I am SO Blessed with the Gift I have and in so doing, able to bring that Gift to you. Here we go, “The American Falls Up Close And Personal”.
Closer still (Can you see two people in this image?)
Closer (Do you see a person in this image?)
Ending with DOUBLE WOW!
May all of you who have come here today to Petals, have found laughter, a good story, and quality photography. Thank you so much for taking your time to view my work. I am truly honored.
Photography/ “The American Falls Up Close And Personal” 2015©AmyRose