After drizzle the night before, we awoke to sunny skies at Niagara Falls. I took Mitchell on the Maid of the Mist tour (which I had done a couple of times before) and he had a blast going near the falls and getting wet. After seeing the falls, we crossed the border (which took a good while) and drove across New York to Cooperstown, home of the National Baseball Hall of Fame. Mitchell was quite surprised as I had not told him we would do that on this trip.
We did not get to the hall of fame until about 7pm. They had a deal that, if you arrive after 7pm, you also get to go the next day. But they also have a membership deal, which provides a discount at the shop (and I knew I would spend a lot at the shop), two pins, a yearbook, and a magazine subscription, so I joined. Later in the trip, when we were at the gift shop at PNC Park in Pittsburgh, I was buying Mitchell a T-shirt when the sales clerk remarked to Mitchell "your dad is a real all-star." Mitchell, in all seriousness, replied "my dad is a member of the baseball hall of fame!" We laughed about that for days!
We toured the hall of fame until dark and were so excited it was hard to leave. But we knew we were coming back the next day for more. We stayed 1/2 block from the hall of fame at the Tennyson Inn, in the Abner Doubleday room, quite appropriate I thougtht.