This photo taken yesterday could be labeled: Ready, aim, fire! Transiting narrow, rocky areas is always "fun". Add a swirling, fast current--note the ripples on the river's surface--and a blind corner just multiplies the "fun".
We dropped the hook last night near the banks of Chambly (the village from which the eponymous canal was named). The first anchor check occurred half an hour after lights out; the second at 1:30 AM. Both instances were accompanied with rain, wind and lightening. I'm not sure if this is a summer pattern or if in these parts Neptune abhors sailors sleeping well.
Today's journey started at 6:30 AM by recovering the anchor and moving a 1/4 mile to Chambly Lock One's blue line. It ended four hours and 200 yards later after climbing the three locks and taking a side tie in the pretty park at the lock's top.
We went, maybe, 1/2 mile today--and thoroughly enjoyed it. 435 miles for 2019, and 8674 miles since Naples. DBH
