|North! North, I say!|
We traveled with three other boats through seven different locks. The four of us packed into each lock like sardines, but we managed not to bump or scrape one another. I felt like a pro, wiggling my way into our niche.
Today was also the day we, as loopers, got to ride Lock 21 one last time. Good thing, too. Apparently it broke during the day and they had to shut it down. Not in a spectacular way -- no tumbling boats. But the big pistons ride on pads that leak and eventually need to be replaced (we got that info on the tours, donchano).
|The back two boats. We were in front.|
Then, while in the lock, the lockmaster (who also manages the walls) asked who was staying here. As You Wish and we both planned to. He said he only had room for one. It's vacation time here in Canada (as it is in the US) and this part of the waterway is crowded with houseboat rentals. They lined the wall.
|One of the lockmaster houses with a mileage sign.|
Port Severn is just 235 km away!
As if my magic, a couple of houseboats from the wall pulled out and locked downward. Woo hoo! We fired up the engines and took a spot on the wall.
It dawned on me as I wrote this that we parked the boat eleven times today, either on a wall to wait for a lock, or in the lock itself.
Only once did it not go perfectly.