
Wow, what an experience! Every day is different, with different types of locks and shallow, narrow channels with eclectic scenery. We are still in Canada.
I left off with us going over the "Big Chute", so on we went after spending the night on the wall @ #43 of 44 locks, we were just newbee's. We continue to meet such great interesting, super nice people from all over. Our latest new friends are Richard & Enid from New Zealand, traveling in a beautiful 47 foot DeFever. No, they didn't bring the boat by water all the way from New Zealand. They were smart & bought a boat in Florida last year and have been traveling the states & Canada since then. They are traveling the same direction as we are, the wrong way!

Our second day, was a beautiful, calm sunny day. We cruised through more narrow, shallow channels calling Securitee on Channel #16, letting other boats know we were passing through certain areas, so we don't meet them, because there is not room for 2 boats to pass one another without one of them running aground. We passed a fuel dock that was advertising the price of $1.63 per liter for Regular gas, sounds cheap until you do the math: 1 Gallon equals 3.79 liters, so take 1.63 & multiply by 3.79 and that equals $6.18 per gallon of Reg gas-WOW. Glad we have a trawler & won't need to buy fuel here in Canada. When we pull up to a lock, if the lock is not open & ready for us, we are supposed to tie up to the wall in front of the lock to wait. Today we tied up in front of an interesting group of young people; there were 10 of them in one canoe. I couldn't resist talking to them to hear their story plus one of them were so kind to grab our lines for us. These 10 teenagers had been out on the water for 4 days camping & paddling together. They were all part of a Leadership Camp here in the area. They rode through the lock with us. We were very impressed! We stopped @ Bridgeport Marina, a cute place for the night. They only had 1 slip big enough for one of us and Waterford was in the lead, so they docked in the very tight slip & we tied to the fuel dock for the night. It was fine because they weren't real busy. Met a nice Canadian family, who were having a mini family reunion: Sophie, her sister & brother & his family. We shared a campfire with them in the evening & discussed Georgian Bay & groceries. They couldn't believe our milk doesn't come in bags like their's does.
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| The group giving me a cheer! |
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| The lock master manually closing the doors |

Our third day in the TSW as the locals call it, was physically exhausting. We are locking upstream, meaning we go into a lock where the walls are very high & the water is low and after they close the big heavy doors, we hold on tight as the water is pumped into the lock causing us to rise many feet, the amount varying according to the geography of the land. Our routine is that I handle the stern of the boat & Doug takes care of the bow, because he drives the boat into the lock & up to the wall so he is closer to the bow after he shuts the engine off. Well, yesterday I was very smug because it was pretty easy for me to hold onto the line that is placed around the cable going up the slimy concrete walls and manage the boat. Today was a different story. Today, our rises were much higher & the water came in much faster, causing turbulence and pushing Day Dreams around. It took all my strength to hold her & even then on the 3rd lock it got away from me momentarily. After I got back in control, as we were rising up to the wall with the lock master waiting, he says to me: you will never be able to hold this boat in Lock #37, I will tell you what you need to do. He then proceeded to tell me what Doug had told me to do earlier that day; cleat the line off. I had told Doug I couldn't do that because the books say you can't, well after a lock master tells me to do it, I certainly will take both their advice. From then on, locking went smoothly & I didn't pull my arms out of socket or get any more bruises on my thighs. Thank you very much!

Tonight, we decided to stay @ Sunset Cove Marina. Just a small bare bones kinda place. It was very quiet.
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| I have to make a comment here: see this island |
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See it up closer; another island devastated by the Cormorant something has to be done about these birds! |