Adventures in moving

We left on Thursday night at about 1o:30 to take the ferry across Lake Michigan. We boarded it, made our Titanic movie references while touring the massive ship, then found our tiny stateroom to try to get some sleep. The bathroom in this thing was the same size as those on an airplane, to give you an idea. After a sleepless night in our stateroom, we arrived 4 hours after departure to begin our 7 hour journey to Niagara Falls. Due to the freakishly early timing of our trip, we came across about 6 deer within the first 50 miles we drove.
Crossing through Canada was an interesting experience. It was certainly the quickest way to cut across to Boston, but with the amount of stuff we had packed into our little car, I was nervous about the border patrol potentially being suspicious that we might be smuggling something or someone of an illegal nature and make us unload the whole car to make sure. Fortunately, we came across as nice enough people that the Canadian border patrol guy just waved us through.
Niagara Falls was incredible. We forked out a little more than I would traditionally spend on a hotel room, but it was well worth it because it had a view of both the American and Horseshoe Falls. We arrived at the hotel around 2:30pm (Eastern time now, I've gotta start getting used to that), and were apparently early for our check in time. The woman behind the counter took a little longer than I would expect to check us in. I'm glad I didn't get impatient though, because the result of her lengthy efforts resulted in our being upgraded to a penthouse-level room on the top floor of the hotel, with a gorgeous, high view of both waterfalls, plus the room certainly looked upscale compared to any I've ever stayed in. I wonder if they might have thought we were on our honeymoon. I wasn't gonna correct them...
So getting into Canada was easy, the getting out part was a little more intimidating. The guard sitting there with his Homeland Security patch on, staring at the overstuffed back seat of our car had me praying to God he wouldn't make us unload it to prove we weren't terrorists. Of course, that went well and we got right through. I wonder if they actually document who goes through and their response to the "why are you here, how long are you staying?" questions.

8 more hours and we found our way to our summer sublease. I'll blog more about the details of this "apartment" later, for now we need to run the typical "just moved in and need stuff" errands. I already feel at home in this city.