Just read yesterday's blog and was surprised to see amazing spelling and word changes that the blogger service made. I really do proof read this thing before submitting.
Covered lots of miles yesterday traveling from Westport to Kingston. Altogether now we have completed 81 locks. Yesterday morning was sure bliss. Tree lined streams connecting tree lined lakes dotted with hundreds and hundreds of islands. Many of the islands would have a single house. It really is just like the Belgrades or Moosehead. Each of the locks is actually a well manicured park. Often there are boats that tie up on the "wall" overnight. Some offer 30amp service and others do not. All have bathrooms, but no showers. Often the lock will feature an historic building as a small museum, and always there are cars and bicyclists picnicking and watching the boats lock through. The lock doors are usually made of 12x12 timbers and closed by hand wiinching a long wooden pole, unbelievably simple. One thrill yesterday was when a lock gate (gates controll the water flow and doors let the boats in and out) mechanism broke. Unbelievable force caused a huge snapping sound and a sudden stoppage of water flow out of our lock. Park personnel went scurrying for cover. Fortunately for us each lock has two min flows and two outflows, otherwise we would still be in the lock bailing it out.
Toward the end of the day we went through miles of marsh. Often the water looked to be about 1/2 mile wide, but the well marked channel was only about 10' wide and we laughed to see seagulls walking beside our boat.
At Kingston we were pretty tired from a long very hot, day on the waters so headed into a very cute downtown area for a really lousey supper. A pox on the Toucan Pub..
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