Niagara Gazette — One photograph I saw recently seems to show that the most exciting part of the islands have actually been cut off from public access by a fence.
If true, that’s tragic.
As a native Niagaran, I grew up on those rocks closest to the water, some actually in the water, in the serene, peaceful quiet above the falls where, when you are on the ground in some spots, you are level with the water, which from that perspective seems to be touching the sky, pouring ever so slowly out from the clouds on the way to inevitable flight at the brink.
It was the contradictory sense of peace and danger, the slow stream coursing toward the cascading crescendo below which gave that very special place its perpetual reverence.
And it is, after all what makes this side of the international dividing line so special, so uniquely American; we can touch the water, we can feel it, taste it if we care to.
In some places around the Islands, the falls seems to all but disappear as the river, trapped by the gigantic hulking boulders quiets to the trickle of babbling brooks, releasing the calming sound of gently flowing peace.
Having hiked the many trails that line and crisscross the Park from the falls all the way out to Devils Hole, the Islands became one of my sacred refuges, a perfect spot to sit on the very same rocks that had served as resting places for millions of people who had traveled here from around the world for hundreds of years, the same rocks that I sat upon as a child, I could visit again 50 years later, where nothing there had changed since the last time I had visited, until now, apparently.
Preserve America, in addressing security assembled a panel of experts who, in 2006 concluded and recommended, among other things, that communities should consider and implement the following: