Turns out Dana and Liz never learned the Erie Canal Song; a stronger indictment of the Texas public school system hardly is possible. Regardless, today was a great day to enjoy the last ten miles of our piece of the Erie.
From Brewerton we shot through one last Erie lock, where Liz proved to be quite helpful. Meaning that with two people to handle the lines Doug could sit on the flybridge without doing much of anything. Too bad she leaves tomorrow.
A sharp right at the Oswego River/Canal put us on last the last stretch of ditch before meeting the Great Lakes. We’ll be through several of them before it’s all over.
The Phoenix police presence on the Oswego was jarring and unexpected until we learned that there’s a Phoenix, N.Y. Who knew?
Just on the other side of Phoenix was a cool single-span bascule bridge that stopped traffic to let us pass.
Time for a quick walk around the marina after safely docking. We’ll be here for a few days until it’s safe to cross Lake Ontario. Then off to dinner at the expensive but mediocre restaurant about two-hundred yards from the boat. Jonathan Livingston Seagull concluded that a gull’s life is cut short by boredom, anger, and fear. We think it more likely that mediocre but expensive Italian Wedding Soup is to blame. This dude slurped down the entire cup in about three minutes.
We never saw him fly after that.