Sometimes you just have to give up trying to imagine things and do them instead. I’ve heard endless stories about managing a boat in a canal. I’ve watched videos of them. And all of it left me wondering, still somewhat uncertain and tentative about the whole thing. But, as I suspected, my anxieties about this canal business were a waste of time.
It’s lovely here. And managing getting the boat through the locks is really not that challenging (yet, at least.) When we started the day today, the plan was to come to Oswego and stay at the harbour nearest the lake. We’d start moving through the locks the next day. But why wait? We had time. It’s rainy, so what better time to spend your day in a slimy canal?
We breezed through the first five locks today, relatively unscathed. With each lock, we got better and better at managing the boat as we held the slimy lines and the water around us started frothing and turbulating (that’s a sailor term, honest.)
One completely boneheaded thing I did today was radioing the first lock (lock 8) with my normal VHF radio. We finally gave up and went to visit them directly before it occurred to me that, of course they aren’t answering – the antenna that is usually located at the top of the mast is now in a drawer somewhere, while the mast is shipped down river to meet up with us later. Of course, we have more than one radio, and once we switched to the handheld unit, it turned out that the lockmasters are actually quite responsive.
We have twenty-five more locks to go, but our mast will take longer to reach Hop-o-Nose marina than we would if we keep up at this rate, so we will need to find a nice town to spend some time in.