Twenty years ago during the summer of 1991, a friend and I drove across Canada from Michigan to Niagara Falls. I still remember how impressed we were with the cleanliness and variety of offerings at the rest areas along the highway and how friendly were all the locals. The falls were, of course, quite breathtaking and an amazing site. We visited the base of the falls on the Maid of the Mist boats but I couldn’t resist experiencing the falls from the top in my trusty barrel! I wasn’t frightened at all.