We arrive in Niagara Falls. No, I'm not going to wax poetically about a waterfall, but it is worth a gander. We decide to find our campsite around dusk. We go to turn around in the American Border Customs carpark. Bad idea. We are trapped in the carpark with only the options of going back to Canada or shredding all four tires on spike strips. I know what you're thinking - "Build a ramp." Me too, but we decided to make an international u-turn instead.
It was dark. We could not find the campground. We decided to camp behind a Church. We were woken up by a police officer at 3am.
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