Two-fer Tuesday

This post was going to start with a bunch of interesting stuff about the people who tortured us yesterday, but the kinder and gentler one of us was reluctant to call a spade a spade.  So we’ll leave it at one grainy photo.

The highlight of the day, of course, was the Peterborough Lift Lock.  Did we mention that this is The World’s Highest Lift Lock?  Some folks who just completed the Loop were on top of the lock and sent a picture of us on the way up.

img_4383-1The first time.

Big fun the lift lock, although perhaps Misty Pearl’s crew didn’t exactly share the same level of enthusiasm for doing it three times.  But since this is The World’s Highest Lift Lock, we really had no choice, right?  In any event, up and down and up we went.

The thunder rolled while were were in Lock 24.  No reason for us to travel between locks when they’re closed in both directions, so we hunkered down on the wall with Second Wave to hope the lightening was over and we weren’t stuck there all night.

After the storm passed, we made our way with to the wall at Lakefield.

No shore power, but a solid meal at the Canoe & Paddle.

Our waitress reminded us of Grace Appelbe.  Unfortunately we had very limited cell service, so no blog post.

Today we got up and out to catch the first passage through lock 27.  Most of the morning we felt squeezed like we were in some sort of giant squeezy thing, but the scenery was fantastic.

As we passed through Clear Lake, we shared a moment of silence for Buddy Holly and Richie Valens and the day the music died.  Of course we weren’t in Iowa—or heaven with Shoeless Joe Jackson—but still.

We planned to stop at Buckhorn, but there were houseboats crashing around all over the place and no room on the wall.  Three  companies rent houseboats out of Buckhorn Lake.  The lock guys hate them and try to “flush” them through the locks as fast as possible.  A bit of panic set in until Dana landed us two spots at Gordon’s in Bobcaygeon, a town on the north end of Pidgeon Lake.  The women who run the joint assured us there was deep water.

We currently sit in barely enough water to float a canoe, but we’re very happy to be here to enjoy what turned out to be a cool marina and town.


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