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RoadTrip 2014

RoadTrip 2014Moved on from St. Louis and headed for northern Indiana to spend the night with my aunt and uncle before heading into Canada via Michigan. Along the way in Illinois, we stopped at a state park to let the boys fish. Tim caught a bass.
RoadTrip 2014
After a wonderful breakfast out with my aunt, uncle, and cousins, the 2nd cousins enjoyed a riveting ball game. A chilly morning, but they were all sweated through by the end. So fun to watch and visit with family we do not get to see very often.
RoadTrip 2014

It was a long driving day, crossing the border, stopping at the infamous Tim Hortons, and discovering that Canada has just as much corn as Indiana.
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357We arrived in Niagara Falls as the sun was setting. Made it to the Falls as dusk fell. The spot lights on the Falls made for great viewing even at night.
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