But it’s a dry heat

Yesterday the weather forecast looked grim, so the plan was to meet with Second Wave at 8 to see if anything had changed overnight.  The only thing that really changed was the fact that other boats left our marina and headed to the blue line at 7.  Throw planning out the window if other folks might get a leg up seemed to be the new plan, so we hustled over and tied up with time to take showers, walk the dogs, and research the day’s navigation issues.  But finally it was our turn.

As noted yesterday, the lock at Big Chute is a pretty darn cool marine railway.  The actual traveling part was not too scary after all.  The scary part was when the lock guys struggled to figure out our keel shape and how to set the slings so as to avoid the stabilizers.  Ultimately we handed them an iPad photo of Misty Pearl’s butt in a travel lift and they hooked us up.  (Crossroads and Change of Pace, if you read this you might want to have something ready to show them if they have the same concerns with you.)  Photo cred to Beth on Inuksuk.

The last stretch of the Trent-Severn Waterway includes more tiny islands with more happy, smiley, wavy Canadian islanders.  Look closely to see a happy, smiley, wavy Canadian islander on her porch.  

We’ll miss them, as after the last lock we popped out into Georgian Bay and on to Queen’s Cove, where we’ll spend 2 nights.  Both Misty Pearl and Second Wave are having some minor things resolved before going north.

When we reached Tay, Ontario, this afternoon, we were a bit cranky about the 70° and rain showers that forced us to use umbrellas on our way to the only local restaurant (which not-at-all-unexpectedly was a pub.)  Then we looked at our phones.

Mwaa Haa Haa.