A cosmic collision of fire, water, and questionable sunglasses. We descended upon Niagara Falls just in time for the solar eclipse, where the sky darkened, the mist rose, and the tourists collectively gasped like it was scripted.
Between bites of shockingly good food and moments of planetary alignment, we made a pilgrimage to the eternal flame, yes, an actual flame hiding in a waterfall like some elemental boss from a video game.
It was nature turned up to 11: sun blocked out, water roaring, and our minds thoroughly blown. The Mist Strikes Back? It never stopped.
Moto-Misel 