Despite my serious bout of the flu, we decided to go ahead with our trip to the states over the weekend. I was feeling mostly better, and I didn’t want to pass up the chance to see more of America, and to cross a thing of two off of my bucket list.
After some discussion, we decided to camp out, rather than spending a ton of money on a hotel. We found a KOA in Lewiston, just across the border from Niagara Falls, and north of Buffalo. Since all of our camping gear was still together from my weekend at Forbidden, it was fairly quick and painless to pack up. We planned to eat out the entire time as well, so I didn’t need to worry about groceries or cooking.
We didn’t get on the road until late in the day, but it didn’t matter as we were not in any rush to get there. If I have daylight for setting up the tent, I am generally content.
Getting across the border took only moments. The security officer asked us a few questions and basically waved us on. That makes two really easy border crossing experiences for me. I’m going to keep up with manifesting that it will be easy every time, since it seems to be working, LOL.
When we got to the KOA it was dusk. Jack and I made quick work of setting up, although he has never had to set up this particular tent before, and I have (many times now) so I may have been a tad short with him. At any rate, once it was up and our stuff was inside, we got the kids ready for bed and I took a quick shower. We got them bundled into their sleeping bags and then Jack and I sat down and breathed a collective sigh of relief.
I got the fire going, and we sat together for a while and just relaxed. We were both exhausted from the packing and then unpacking and wrangling of gear and children, so we didn’t linger long. We were glad to crawl into our bed together and cuddle up to the sounds of the frogs and the crickets outside.
Our children do not believe in sleeping in, so morning came painfully early.
Once we were all dressed and assembled for the day, Mags (the GPS) showed us to the nearest Denny’s. We all had a satisfying breakfast (and plenty of coffee for Jack and I) and then it was off to Target to do a little shopping.
I fell in love with a black leather hobo style purse, which Jack insisted I purchase (between that and the tickets for Bedouin Soundclash and Blue Man Group I think my birthday gifts are covered). We picked up a few clothes for the kids while we were there, and a backpack for the littlest one, since she starts school this fall.
There were more stores, but we mostly just browsed. We were not so much there to shop, as to see if it’s really worth it to cross the border for future purchases. On some items it certainly is, which is useful information, since it’s only an hour to Buffalo from where we live.
For lunch we headed into downtown, to Anchor Bar, which is the home of the original buffalo chicken wing. Apparently, before they turned them into the now-popular pub fare, chicken wings were only used in soups or discarded entirely.
The place was busy, a testament to its popularity. The inside of the bar itself is divided into two halves, one being the original and the other being the addition which was built to accommodate the growing business.
We were seated in the original part of the building, the walls lined with photos of celebrities, everyone from Willie Nelson to Hillary Clinton, most of them signed. There were also countless newspaper articles, awards, and other recognitions bestowed upon the bar, framed and hung on the walls.
Jack and I decided to split a bucket of mild wings (which is really less of a bucket, and more of a platter) which is 50 wings, served with their signature homemade bleu cheese dip.
When the wings arrived we were impressed with the size of them. Some pubs serve wings that you swear must have come from a miniature chicken because of the diminutive size. Not so at Anchor Bar. We also noticed that the wings didn’t have any sauce on them, but instead appear to have been dusted with some sort of a spice blend. I appreciated that, because it’s less messy, and makes it easier (and less slippery) to eat them.
We dug in enthusiastically. Now, I’ve eaten chicken wings at a LOT of restaurants and pubs over the years, and I’ll say right now, the wings at Anchor Bar truly ARE the best I’ve ever had. In fact, I am craving them as I write this. Jack and I both feel that driving an hour and some into Buffalo to eat there again is not an unreasonable date night idea. In fact, we will likely use any excuse we can from now on to go to Buffalo for wings. SOOOOO FREAKIN DELICIOUS!
The mild were good, but hardly spicy, which I suppose is the idea. Next time we shall go for medium and see what those are like. I am not a fan of food that is so hot I can’t taste anything but pain in the mouth, so I was glad that they offer a mild that is actually mild and not just one step down from wanting to claw my own tongue out.
453. Have buffalo chicken wings at Anchor Bar in Buffalo, where they were invented
Jack and I couldn’t finish the whole 50. He quit at 23 or so, while I wussed out at only 11. They were just too huge and I just wasn’t starving enough. Next time we’ll order a bucket again, but I’ll make sure I have an appetite!
We picked up some coolers on the way out to our campground, and some marshmellows and watermellon for the kiddos. It had been a really full day, and we were looking forward to relaxing after the kids were in bed.
Back at camp the kids played ball and chased each other around while we sorted out our purchases and put the coolers on ice. I set up the iPod and the speakers on the picnic table so that we could listen to some music. As dusk fell I got the fire started so that the little ones could roast a few marshmellows before bed.
After sticky fingers had been washed, pajamas had been buttoned on, and tucking in had been completed, it was just Jack and I by the fire. We started in on the coolers, and roasted a few marshmellows ourselves. Then Jack got out the travel chess set we had purchased earlier that day and we sat across from each other at the table and set it up.
Since it was already dark, we were playing in pretty low light, LOL. We didn’t mind though. It was so peaceful being together by the fire with drinks and my slow songs playlist going on the iPod.
The picture above was taken with the flash on, and here’s one taken without the flash, by the light of the headlamp we had perched over the board.
Jack was a good teacher, and we actually played for quite a while before he win the game. I look forward to many more chess games with him in the future, and hopefully my skills will improve and I can win a few times 
189. Learn to play chess
After we put the chess game away, we played yahtzee, another mutual favorite. It was a close game, but Jack won again, by three points.
We’d had enough games, and we were getting sore from sitting, so we slow danced by the fire, under the stars. I laid my head against Jack’s chest in the dark while we wrapped our arms around each other and swayed to the soft music.
I left Jack to tend the fire while I trotted off to the showers to have a quick rinse down. I’d been sweating all day in the heat and I don’t like going to bed feeling sticky and gross. The cool water was a welcome relief from the humid warmth of the evening. Once I was sufficiently refreshed, I wrapped myself up in a towel and walked back to our campsite. I remarked to Jack that I missed the freedom I’d experienced at Forbidden, and that being naked outside is something I’d like to relive again as soon as possible.
He took his turn having a shower. While he was gone I got the munchies and opened the package of leftover wings from Anchor Bar. I don’t like cold chicken, but how to reheat it? I stuck one of the marshmallow sticks through a wing and held it over the fire until it began to sizzle a bit. It was actually pretty good, if not time consuming, LOL.
When Jack returned we had another drink or two and then headed for bed. Once we were settled in, we very quietly fooled around (there is a divider in our tent, but it’s certainly not sound proof) until he made me cum with his fingers. That put me right to sleep until the following morning.
The kids were sad to leave after we packed up our gear and loaded it all back into the van. We took them to a Bob Evans restaurant for breakfast, which was awesome! I had these pancakes that were stuffed with vanilla cream (it claimed to be cream cheese, but it was more like a pastry cream) and then topped with pecans and banana caramel syrup. OMG to die for!
Jack had blueberry french toast with the same vanilla cream and regular syrup and that was delicious too.
Once breakfast was finished it was time to head back to Canada. We hardly had to pause to speak to the border patrol, and he waved us through. Man I am just awesome good luck at border crossings or something.
We were going to take the kids to Niagara Falls, but it was a bit overcast and we wanted to have supper at Earl’s in Mississauga that evening, and Jack needed to stop at home for something, so we decided to save it for another day.
After stopping at the house to use the bathroom and check on the animals, we went to Mississauga for dinner (also amazing, but that’s a given, since we love Earl’s) and Jack showed me where the Princess Auto store is there because I had been wanting to go. Sadly it was closed, but at least I can find it now. Princess Auto is a brilliant source for cheap BDSM stuff if you have some imagination. Cable ties, all sorts of straps and winches, chain, and lots of other little goodies to be found there.
Last week I picked up a fibreglass ’snow pole’ at a farm supply store. It cost me just under five bucks, and it’s a brilliant cane. Jack used it on me last night and it leaves an ouch. It’s heavy, so it’s like a stingy thud, not at all like the bamboo cane I have which is lightweight, even though they are similar thickness. It bruises deep, although it doesn’t welt as much as a traditional cane. I like it a lot, although I think it requires a warm up.
At any rate, it was lovely curling up together last night and getting a good rest together. I woke up feeling really refreshed today.
This evening I have a date with a new man I’ve been chatting with recently. At 49 he’s old enough to be my father, but I don’t put a lot of weight on age anymore. I’m tired of dating boys my age. They are too immature, too moody, with none of their shit together and not enough experience. Older men are just…simpler. They are generally comfortable with themselves, know what they want, and don’t get all caught up in drama. Certainly there are exceptions on both sides, but this man is exactly what I am looking for.
He’s already poly, and kinky, and he’s self contained and confident. He enjoys seduction for the sake of it, and we share a lot of the same thoughts and feelings on BDSM and power exchange. He lives alone, and has several other partners at the moment, which means he won’t be demanding too much of my time, and that he can have guests whenever he wants.
I’m hopeful we will connect as well in person as we have online. It would be lovely to have a play partner again. I feel like I’m already totally over Varick, so this isn’t a rebound situation, it’s just another potential friend and lover.
So I am sure I will have details to share tomorrow 
I will let you know how it goes!
Also only seven more sleeps until my 26th birthday!
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