\nWhen we pulled up to the guard booth, a young, stern-faced woman reached out for our passports. She told Trudy to take off her sunglasses and asked a few questions about our trip and when we planned to return. And then she handed our passports back to us.\n<\/p>\n
\n“Is that it?” I asked.\n<\/p>\n
\n“That’s it,” she said.\n<\/p>\n
\nAnd with that, the vacation was begun in earnest.\n<\/p>\n
\nTrudy looked up at the ceiling of the elevator.\n<\/p>\n
\n“It’s a bat!” she said.\n<\/p>\n
\nAll of us followed her eyes to the top of the elevator where a small brown stuffed animal stuck to the exhaust fan.\n<\/p>\n
\n“Actually,” the nice young man operating the elevator said, “it’s a moose.”\n<\/p>\n
\nOf course. A moose.\n<\/p>\n
\n“We have one attached to the inside of the elevator for each time the elevator has broken down this week.”\n<\/p>\n
\nWe looked around the elevator and noticed dozens. And with that, we arrived at the bottom of the 75 meter shaft, and he opened the door to let us out.\n<\/p>\n
\nTo our great relief, the People Mover bus finally came.\n<\/p>\n
\n“Where to?” the driver asked.\n<\/p>\n
\n“White… Whitewater… The Hampton Hotel across from…”\n<\/p>\n
\n“Whitewater Walk” the driver said with a chuckle.\n<\/p>\n
\nIt was the last bus of the night, and she was in a good mood.\n<\/p>\n
\n“We’ve heard it all,” she said.\n<\/p>\n
\nThe woman sitting in front agreed, and they started naming places using the words that we tourists use when we can’t remember where we’re trying to go.\n<\/p>\n
\n“And then there’s The Lady of the Lake<\/em>,” the driver said, which made the two of them laugh very hard. She was, of course, referring to The Maid of the Mist<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 1. Border Crossing When we pulled up to the guard booth, a young, stern-faced woman reached out for our passports. She told Trudy to take off her sunglasses and asked a few questions about our trip and when we planned to return. And then she handed our passports back to us. “Is that it?” I […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[42,41],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/602"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=602"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/602\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":603,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/602\/revisions\/603"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=602"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=602"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=602"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}