Lock 37
While in our first lock this morning, Lock 37, we were asked if we'd paid for last evening's moorage. Clearly the Lock Master assumed we'd tied to the wall and so owed $.90/ft. "We anchored out", Bicki and I both said in unison. This brought a quizzical look. "In a little cove by the golf course", I added. With a dawning look of understanding the Lock Master laughed and told us that no one anchors out. I wonder why not? It's quieter, it's prettier, and you have a fair chance of shagging a few golf balls.
Life Takes Root in the Lock's Concrete
Hole in the Wall Bridge on Canal Lake
I'm sure glad the Hole in the Wall bridge has red and green channel markers on it, lest someone get confused on how to go under it ;-)
'Red, right, returning' is the saying, but, where exactly is the red marker on the bridge (shown above) returning us to?
Kirkfield Lift Lock 36, Photo Credit: Norm Head
Why, to the Kirkfield Lift Lock. It's the highest point on the Trent-Severn, 840' above sea level. After the lock we've got to remember 'red, left, port'.
Boats Going Down in the Lift Lock as Nellie Goes Up
Yikes! It's a Long Way Down
At the top of Kirkfield Nellie is up 260' from where she was on Georgian Bay.
It's Narrow but We Manage to Squeeze By an Oncoming 40 SeaRay--We Both got Leaves on Our Decks During the Manuver
Welcome to Fenelon Falls
We hadn't planned to stop in Fenelon Falls but, with the winds topping out at 30mph and a thunderstorm threatening, it seemed like the prudent thing to do. Besides, it's a cute town just begging to be explored.
The Falls with Nellie in the Background
Four locks and 24 miles today. The total for this year is now 1902 miles. Safely tied to Lock 34's lower wall. And, yes, we paid the $.90/ft. Got to remember, red, left, port, red, left port... DBH
