An old man and the falls
View along the Trent Severn
We stopped moving. Why did we stop moving? What’s happening out there?.
We’re tied to the wall waiting for the green light so we can enter the lock.
Getting ready to enter the “Chute”, lock 44 of the 45 locks on the Trent Severn.
Built in the 1800’s, this rail system lock is really a portage over land/ roadway. It’s probably one of the most unique things we experienced.
Strating to go up as the slings lifted our boats out of the water
Traversing the roadway beneath.
On the way down it was a bit scarry because our boat was tipped forward quite a bit. Their advice to us to sit still in our boats was unnecessary because the indentations from my hands in the armrests and steering wheel are still evident today.
This is another group of boats going down (sounds kinda ominous)
Severn Ontario. A neat little town. Very walkable. It is located after the last lock in the Trent/Severn Waterway.
After leaving Midland which was a great stop to provision before entering Georgian Bay, we anchored out at McCabe Rock, an island in Beausoleil Bay. It was a government park of some sort and had rustic hiking trails fully staffed with rattle snakes and bears. This is a wood cook stove that looks like the last person to use it was wearing a muskrat cap, bear skin coat and carried a musket.
Okay. Us old folks remember outhouses. The hole in the ground with a tiny building over it. Wel on McCabe Rock they can’t dig big holes (think about it — they call it McCabe ROCK!) So those clever Canadians put that tiny building up on tilts, close in the area underneath and whola. You have an outhouse.
Moving on, we motored through some beautiful unchartered (unmarked) Georgian Bay areas, through Parry Sound and Finally to Kilarney which was confusing because no one there spoke Gaelic (that’s Irish for you folks from Michigan). After partaking in some fish and chips and local fermented beverages, we found a very nice secluded anchorage in what they call Covered Portage
Meanwhile back a week earlier we were still in the Trent Severn we stopped at Fenelon Falls (lock 31). A really nice town with ice cream — and a rock with their name on it.
Remember a long time ago I said there’s a hose for every island? Well here’s more proof
Some of these locks were downright deep
Most of the locks were operator by very young people of course at our age, most people look young. Except for the manual operated locks, the controls for the locks looked like this. If they push the wrong button at the wrong time— swish, you get flushed out like a turd in a toilet bowl.
Some of the routes along the way were a bit tricky. That swing bridge was stuck in a partially open position. Hopefully no train was coming.
Buckhorn was another interesting town. As was common up there, many signs were printed in English and French.
Seeing this made me wonder if I shut the water off back at the house
They warned us about the significant current and turbulence when we exited the lock on this one. It was exciting.
The shoreline along the Trent/Severn was varied but mostly had some rock formations
I forgot to post this earlier. This is when we were in the “Tub”. Looking down from over the edge of the tub
For those unfamiliar with bodies of clear water, this is a weed cutter/harvester. This was in Lagoon City Marine basin where we stopped when our motors stopped. Okay, only the port motor.
Same place and this fisherman is high tech. No paddling or peddling for him.
These two pictures remind you of how much water is hiding behind those doors in these two locks.
When your feet are hot and sore, there’s nothing like a dip in cold water
Diane loves light houses. This was in Parry Sound