“…you will never regret not having passed one more test, not winning one more verdict or not closing one more deal. You will regret time not spent with a husband, a friend, a child, or a parent.” –Barbara Pierce Bush
We love our new home in Ithaca. We like being close to our family, we enjoy all the activities in the area, we really like the temperature here in the summer, no biting bugs and there are so many places to explore. Did I mention the grandkids live close…we really love that. The only down side is not running into old cruising friends on the water. The only way to see them now is to visit them by car, so this past weekend we drove up to Connecticut to visit the crew of Amici. We haven’t seen them since last April.
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May 25-26 – Cheshire, CT
Gratitude in Kiribati
Most Grateful People: Kiribati
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| Our lady friend in Abaiang, south village |
Memorial Day 2018
Majuro, Marshall Islands
On this memorial day, 2018, I thought it would be appropriate to thank our servicemen and their families for their sacrifices. The price of freedom is high, ultimately high, and knowing that the freed people do not forget their liberators is a balm.
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| Sitting on the Equator |
In November 2017, we stopped in Kiribati (pronounced “Kiribass”) without the foggiest idea of what we were going to find. We only had heard from other cruisers that on November 20th, every year, the islanders of Butaritari commemorate the battle of Makin. Since Kiribati was on the way between Vanuatu and the Marshall Islands, just north of the Equator, we thought it would be a nice stop, even if the authorities only grant a 30-day visa to cruising yachts.
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| Tactical error on landing: choosing a neap-low tide to land the troops |
Betio Beach – 1*44.453 N, 171*01.795E – As we dropped anchor at Betio Beach, it suddenly dawned on us that this was the infamous Tarawa of the previously-named Gilbert Islands. This very beach is where Operation Galvanic took place, one of the bloodiest battles of WWII, where, from November 20th to 24th 1943, a total of 35,000 U.S. marines and soldiers attacked this 3,800 yard wide strip of land, decimating the 4,500 Japanese soldiers, making the battle of Tarawa one of the bloodiest in the history of American landing assaults. It was also the first American victory over the Japanese, and the turning point of war in the Pacific. The cost to our forces? 1,113 dead Marines and 2,290 wounded.
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| Betio Beach |
We dropped anchor at Betio’s Red 1 Beach, just short of assault ship wrecks, and let the history of the place slowly seep into our minds. So many dead, on such a tiny strip of land, it seemed obscene. In the bus to the the immigration office, it felt surreal to drive along the Japanese Causeway, passing decrepit bunkers, rusted pillboxes, jutting defense guns, pressed against a human throng of Malay, Indonesian, Japanese, Philippino, even a few token Polynesian, trying to ignore the squalor of shanties and unfinished cement block buildings. Dealing with immigrations and customs authorities did nothing to lift the malaise: customs and immigration seem to have their own internal war, each wanting to control the movement of foreign ships, forcing the yachtie to kowtow to both.
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| Taking a nap underway, I can always see the islands |
There is only ONE port of entry in Kiribati: Tarawa. Yachts may not enter or exit anywhere else. In order for us to visit Butaritari 140 NM to the north, we had to ask special permission from immigration AND customs in Tarawa, then return to Tarawa to process our exit. With only 30 days to visit the entire atoll and the paperwork hassle, it’s no wonder that very few cruisers bother to make landfall in Tarawa. What a shame, though. If Tarawa is nothing much than an overcrowded shanty town, the rest of the atolls are just wonderful.
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| No wonder that a large tuna fishing fleet loiters in these waters |
Two days later, armed with permits to visit Abaiang and Butaritari, we made for Abaiang Atoll, 38 NM away. With the wind from the south, we decided to make for the southern anchorage and wait for the wind to shift to the East before landing at the main village to present our paperwork.
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| So many islands… one of them |
Pass Waypoints:
WP1 outside – 01*44.983N, 172*58.034E
WP2 inside – 01*46.206N, 172*58.977E – Turn 90* to starboard, straight to the anchorage.
We used the middle pass on the west side of the lagoon, since the southernmost pass is too shallow and the northernmost is still loaded with unexploded depth charges!
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| Abainag, South anchorage – talcum-powder sand |
ABAIANG SOUTH – 01*44.453N, 173*01.795E – 3.5m – Thick sand. If the snorkeling failed to impress us, the villagers won our hearts. The homes? A simple platform made of coconut trunks, a roof of woven palm leaves, woven coco mats on the floor.
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| Typical home construction. The COCONUT tree is the life of these island |
Wherever we walked, people would hail us, make us sit on the platform, share fresh coconut (“Moimoto”) and communicate with smiles and a few words in English.
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| Homework time! |
They are the loveliest people. Their needs are few. Gardens? it doesn’t rain much in Abaiang, but depressions in the ground (old shell craters from WWII???) retain enough water to grow taro, banana, and pumpkin.
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| Our favorite couple. |
ABAING TABUARO VILLAGE – 01*49.088N, 173*00.871E – sand – Of course, the policeman was waiting for us on shore, adamant to see our permit. We obliged, and he was not too happy to have waited a week for us to show up at the village. Was he going to arrest us? He just motored away on his moped, asking us to slide the documents under the door at the police station.
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| School pickup |
The village was quite deserted. Yet, we were impressed by the cleanliness of the streets, the hedges made of braided coconut palm, and the water distribution at each house: a halved fishing float for sink, PVC faucets and lines to carry water from the cisterns to each home. The best we’ve ever seen in the islands.
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| Tabuaro: The loveliest, cleanest village we’ve visited, |
There was, once, a pearl farm in this village, but it seems that pearl oysters did not like the conditions of the lagoon and the farm has long been abandoned.
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| Every home is fitted with running water |
It is any wonder that the village has been labeled ORGANIC? There is absolutely nothing to pollute the place!
BUTARITARI – Main village – 03*04.566N, 172*47.120E – 6m – sand. This is a peculiar anchorage. A very shallow reef stands between the anchorage and the village, which makes it almost impossible to land at low tide. We had to time our landing just right. Another squalid village, dilapidated school house, rubbish-littered streets and paths: not a pleasant place, but the police officer met us quickly enough, gave us a bit of a hard time about our length of stay (we declared 14 days while our document only authorized 10 days) and it wasn’t long before we anchored up and left for a more hospitable village.
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| A typical food storage shed |
KUMA VILLAGE (Butaritari) – 03*10.539N, 172*57.242E – 7m – sand. Did you say HEAVEN??? We dropped anchor just short of the shallows that fringe the village. Yes, another place impossible to reach at low tide! But what a reception. If there is heaven on earth, this has to be it. Never have we encountered people so warm, happy, simple, absolutely at peace. The community (just a few families) is strong.
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| Our host in Kuma, speaks English, served on a ship for many years… His trunk is behind him, the key around his neck, and that’s about it! |
Not a single cement block house: only traditional platforms, open to the elements, sheltered by a palm roof and woven palm shutters on coconut fiber strings to keep the sun or rain out. Possessions? They all fit in a locked trunk or battered suitcase, the key hanging on a string around the owner’s neck. Would our whole life fit in a single trunk? Can life be that un-embarrassed?
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| A typical “window blind,” lowered or raised to provide shade or protect from the rain |
On November 20th, we were ready to travel to Ukiangang Village, at the south end of the island. JP had rented a motorcycle and we did OK until we hit a bump on the causeway and took a spectacular spill. From that point on, I rode behind our hostess on her vespa-like “put-put”. And hour later (and sore butt) we reached Teinaura Primary school where the WWII Memorial ceremony was held.
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| The local kids are always ready to tag along |
What a reception! We were the only tourists, only joined by 2 LDS missionaries, one from the US, one from Fiji.
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| “Thank You America” |
We presented an American flag to the community and the kids took us under their wings: school classroom visits, how to wash our hands, peppering us with questions about America, and giving us more “moimotos” to drink.
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| How to wash your hands!!! |
At last, the school principal collected us and sat us in the VIP section. Flag ceremony (Kiribati and US), prayer, speech (oh yes, I had to give a speech too!) and finally, the parade.
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| Year 5 school room |
Each classroom, each church and community group paraded in front of the War Memorial, laying a tropical-flower-wreath.
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When one of the village elders stood, all went quiet. The old man waved away the microphone, and his stentor’s voice retold the story of the liberation of Butaritari, when thousands of Marines landed and defeated the Japanese. A scared 5-year old boy never forgot, and to this day keeps reminding the islanders that “Without the Americans (he points at us) YOU and I would not be here today.” In a very emotional moment, he walked to us and shook our hands.
More parades, this time by the older groups who pretended to entertain the GI’s with songs and a bit of ribaldry. This was an emotional day for us. Never had we met with so much respect and gratitude, a deep sense of remembrance, a day of fellowship.
NATATA ISLAND – 03*12.921N, 172*56.978E – 10m, sand. It may lay only 3 mile NW of Kuma village, but Natata might as well sit at the end of the world. Nobody lives there. This may be one of the most beautiful anchorage we’ve experienced, and I’ll leave it at that because there is no word to explain the vibes that emanate from this sanctuary.
Until next time
dominomarie
Gratitude in Kiribati
Most Grateful People: Kiribati
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| Our lady friend in Abaiang, south village |
Memorial Day 2018
Majuro, Marshall Islands
On this memorial day, 2018, I thought it would be appropriate to thank our servicemen and their families for their sacrifices. The price of freedom is high, ultimately high, and knowing that the freed people do not forget their liberators is a balm.
|
| Sitting on the Equator |
In November 2017, we stopped in Kiribati (pronounced “Kiribass”) without the foggiest idea of what we were going to find. We only had heard from other cruisers that on November 20th, every year, the islanders of Butaritari commemorate the battle of Makin. Since Kiribati was on the way between Vanuatu and the Marshall Islands, just north of the Equator, we thought it would be a nice stop, even if the authorities only grant a 30-day visa to cruising yachts.
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| Tactical error on landing: choosing a neap-low tide to land the troops |
Betio Beach – 1*44.453 N, 171*01.795E – As we dropped anchor at Betio Beach, it suddenly dawned on us that this was the infamous Tarawa of the previously-named Gilbert Islands. This very beach is where Operation Galvanic took place, one of the bloodiest battles of WWII, where, from November 20th to 24th 1943, a total of 35,000 U.S. marines and soldiers attacked this 3,800 yard wide strip of land, decimating the 4,500 Japanese soldiers, making the battle of Tarawa one of the bloodiest in the history of American landing assaults. It was also the first American victory over the Japanese, and the turning point of war in the Pacific. The cost to our forces? 1,113 dead Marines and 2,290 wounded.
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| Betio Beach |
We dropped anchor at Betio’s Red 1 Beach, just short of assault ship wrecks, and let the history of the place slowly seep into our minds. So many dead, on such a tiny strip of land, it seemed obscene. In the bus to the the immigration office, it felt surreal to drive along the Japanese Causeway, passing decrepit bunkers, rusted pillboxes, jutting defense guns, pressed against a human throng of Malay, Indonesian, Japanese, Philippino, even a few token Polynesian, trying to ignore the squalor of shanties and unfinished cement block buildings. Dealing with immigrations and customs authorities did nothing to lift the malaise: customs and immigration seem to have their own internal war, each wanting to control the movement of foreign ships, forcing the yachtie to kowtow to both.
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| Taking a nap underway, I can always see the islands |
There is only ONE port of entry in Kiribati: Tarawa. Yachts may not enter or exit anywhere else. In order for us to visit Butaritari 140 NM to the north, we had to ask special permission from immigration AND customs in Tarawa, then return to Tarawa to process our exit. With only 30 days to visit the entire atoll and the paperwork hassle, it’s no wonder that very few cruisers bother to make landfall in Tarawa. What a shame, though. If Tarawa is nothing much than an overcrowded shanty town, the rest of the atolls are just wonderful.
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| No wonder that a large tuna fishing fleet loiters in these waters |
Two days later, armed with permits to visit Abaiang and Butaritari, we made for Abaiang Atoll, 38 NM away. With the wind from the south, we decided to make for the southern anchorage and wait for the wind to shift to the East before landing at the main village to present our paperwork.
|
| So many islands… one of them |
Pass Waypoints:
WP1 outside – 01*44.983N, 172*58.034E
WP2 inside – 01*46.206N, 172*58.977E – Turn 90* to starboard, straight to the anchorage.
We used the middle pass on the west side of the lagoon, since the southernmost pass is too shallow and the northernmost is still loaded with unexploded depth charges!
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| Abainag, South anchorage – talcum-powder sand |
ABAIANG SOUTH – 01*44.453N, 173*01.795E – 3.5m – Thick sand. If the snorkeling failed to impress us, the villagers won our hearts. The homes? A simple platform made of coconut trunks, a roof of woven palm leaves, woven coco mats on the floor.
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| Typical home conatruction. The COCONUT tree is the life of these island |
Wherever we walked, people would hail us, make us sit on the platform, share fresh coconut (“Moimoto”) and communicate with smiles and a few words in English.
|
| Homework time! |
They are the loveliest people. Their needs are few. Gardens? it doesn’t rain much in Abaiang, but depressions in the ground (old shell craters from WWII???) retain enough water to grow taro, banana, and pumpkin.
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| Our favorite couple. |
ABAING TABUARO VILLAGE – 01*49.088N, 173*00.871E – sand – Of course, the policeman was waiting for us on shore, adamant to see our permit. We obliged, and he was not too happy to have waited a week for us to show up at the village. Was he going to arrest us? He just motored away on his moped, asking us to slide the documents under the door at the police station.
|
| School pickup |
The village was quite deserted. Yet, we were impressed by the cleanliness of the streets, the hedges made of braided coconut palm, and the water distribution at each house: a halved fishing float for sink, PVC faucets and lines to carry water from the cisterns to each home. The best we’ve ever seen in the islands.
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| Tabuaro: The loveliest, cleanest village we’ve visited, |
There was, once, a pearl farm in this village, but it seems that pearl oysters did not like the conditions of the lagoon and the farm has long been abandoned.
|
| Every home is fitted with running water |
It is any wonder that the village has been labeled ORGANIC? There is absolutely nothing to pollute the place!
BUTARITARI – Main village – 03*04.566N, 172*47.120E – 6m – sand. This is a peculiar anchorage. A very shallow reef stands between the anchorage and the village, which makes it almost impossible to land at low tide. We had to time our landing just right. Another squalid village, dilapidated school house, rubbish-littered streets and paths: not a pleasant place, but the police officer met us quickly enough, gave us a bit of a hard time about our length of stay (we declared 14 days while our document only authorized 10 days) and it wasn’t long before we anchored up and left for a more hospitable village.
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| A typical food storage shed |
KUMA VILLAGE (Butaritari) – 03*10.539N, 172*57.242E – 7m – sand. Did you say HEAVEN??? We dropped anchor just short of the shallows that fringe the village. Yes, another place impossible to reach at low tide! But what a reception. If there is heaven on earth, this has to be it. Never have we encountered people so warm, happy, simple, absolutely at peace. The community (just a few families) is strong.
|
| Our host in Kuma, speaks English, served on a ship for many years… His trunk is behind him, the key around his neck, and that’s about it! |
Not a single cement block house: only traditional platforms, open to the elements, sheltered by a palm roof and woven palm shutters on coconut fiber strings to keep the sun or rain out. Possessions? They all fit in a locked trunk or battered suitcase, the key hanging on a string around the owner’s neck. Would our whole life fit in a single trunk? Can life be that un-embarrassed?
|
| A typical “window blind,” lowered or raised to provide shade or protect from the rain |
On November 20th, we were ready to travel to Ukiangang Village, at the south end of the island. JP had rented a motorcycle and we did OK until we hit a bump on the causeway and took a spectacular spill. From that point on, I rode behind our hostess on her vespa-like “put-put”. And hour later (and sore butt) we reached Teinaura Primary school where the WWII Memorial ceremony was held.
|
| The local kids are always ready to tag along |
What a reception! We were the only tourists, only joined by 2 LDS missionaries, one from the US, one from Fiji.
|
| “Thank You America” |
We presented an American flag to the community and the kids took us under their wings: school classroom visits, how to wash our hands, peppering us with questions about America, and giving us more “moimotos” to drink.
|
| How to wash your hands!!! |
At last, the school principal collected us and sat us in the VIP section. Flag ceremony (Kiribati and US), prayer, speech (oh yes, I had to give a speech too!) and finally, the parade.
|
| Year 5 school room |
Each classroom, each church and community group paraded in front of the War Memorial, laying a tropical-flower-wreath.
|
When one of the village elders stood, all went quiet. The old man waved away the microphone, and his stentor’s voice retold the story of the liberation of Butaritari, when thousands of Marines landed and defeated the Japanese. A scared 5-year old boy never forgot, and to this day keeps reminding the islanders that “Without the Americans (he points at us) YOU and I would not be here today.” In a very emotional moment, he walked to us and shook our hands.
More parades, this time by the older groups who pretended to entertain the GI’s with songs and a bit of ribaldry. This was an emotional day for us. Never had we met with so much respect and gratitude, a deep sense of remembrance, a day of fellowship.
NATATA ISLAND – 03*12.921N, 172*56.978E – 10m, sand. It may lay only 3 mile NW of Kuma village, but Natata might as well sit at the end of the world. Nobody lives there. This may be one of the most beautiful anchorage we’ve experienced, and I’ll leave it at that because there is no word to explain the vibes that emanate from this sanctuary.
Until next time
dominomarie
May 23-24 – West Branch Angler Resort
“You may be disappointed if you fail, but you are doomed if you don’t try.” —Beverly Sills
Stan loves to fish, so we decided to take a few days and stay at the West Branch Angler Resort, about 80 miles south of Ithaca. The lodge sits on the bank of the West Branch of the Delaware river, located on the New York Pennsylvania border. We had two beautiful days exploring the countryside…one on foot and the other drifting down the river.
Starr passage Hawaii to Unalaska or Kodiak 2018
We are underway for either Unalaska/Dutch Harbor or Kodiak, depending on the weather. Sharry and I planned on departing a week ago but postponed the departure so we could fly back to San Clemente for my cousin Karla Gellers memorial. We are fortunate our friends who are crewing for us are all from Oahu and were able to rearrange their schedules so the Monday 28 departure worked out. Joining us for the passage are 3 great guys, Bill Noodle Leary, Clay Hutchinson, and Kyle Kim. I asked each of …
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Harlingen, NL
Our main reason for stopping in Harlingen, NL was that it was convenient for picking up our new tender en route to Norway. Harlingen worked out splendidly for that purpose, but it also was an excellent stop overall. We enjoyed the city’s many waterfront restaurants and made several interesting side trips, including a tender trip…
Underway!
Red Head has finally thrown off the lines and headed out! Dora’s first official cruise. OK, so maybe it’s not a trip around the world – only 10 miles down river to Shady Harbor Marina. Still, we’re calling it.
Dylan and Dee Dee fell right into line as soon as they heard the engines start. Dora had to be coaxed up to the pilothouse with a treat. She’ll catch on.
Dora found it a little hard to settle down. There’s just too darn much to see.
But she did eventually cuddle up with her fellow crew members.
Red Head starts her summer cruise with the help of Dylan, First Mate.
Dee Dee, Second Mate.
And the newest member, hoping to soon reach Provisional Third Mate, Dora.
Dora did great with just one little issue. She is fearless. Literally. That’ll be a future blog entry. Mom has to calm down first…
The start of the Trent Severn – Trenton to Campbellford – May 24th, 25th and 26th
Thursday, May 24th
The start of the Trent Severn. Today we did six locks and tied up at the lock wall in Frankford. All the lock masters were so friendly and very helpful. They would answer questions and provide a lot of information.
Bye bye Port Trent Marina.
The bridge starting the Trent Severn waterway.
Our first lock! Mark and Christine on S/V Harmonic, 33 Hunter lead the way. We arrived just before opening at 10:00 am and tied up at the blue line. We walked up to talk to the lock masters. They said that lock two was cleaning debris out of the water so we would not hit it so it would be a little longer before they would open and let us go through.
I asked if I could try turning the crank that controlled the lock gates and they let me! Very easy to move. They said that it’s hard to get it started but after it starts it’s easy.
Lock master Lucas gave us some maple syrup from his family’s tree forest. He also told us that if you sniff the maple leaf image on their money, it smells like maple syrup. Sure enough, it did! Each lock has one summer help job working with the main lock master. The requirement for this summer job is that you must be a student. This is a great opportunity for these college kids. During the slow season (now through July) if they are missing helpers, the student lock workers will drive to the next lock before we’d arrive to help the lock master. It’s called “chasing the lock”.
Lots of geese and several had babies.
All tied up for the night at the Frankford lock wall.
Friday, May 25th – Frankford to Campbellford
Lock Seven park is under construction and it was only a pass through (no docking).
Teak has made herself right at home!
Nice homes along the shore.
Swoons
How would you like to walk these stairs?
Too much current coming in for me to hang on so Josh took over.
Flight Lock (Two locks together) You go into one, they fill it and open it, you move to the next one and they close it, fill it then open it.
This is something you do not see in the states anymore.
Saturday, May 26th – Campbellford
The morning started off with a walk over the bridge to the Farmer’s Market. Very small market with not many items for cruisers. Off to the Chocolate Factory Outlet Store we went! No tours, just a store and… yes, we bought some chocolate. Yummy!!!!! It was a nice morning walk.
The squirrels here are a black color.
Two more boats came in last night.
The Chocolate Factory Outlet Store
We were told that the Chocolate Factory Outlet Store used to own this factory and give tours but they sold it to this company and no tours now allowed.
I wanted to go to the local suspension bridge but no one would do the 3.5 mile walk with me so I decided to go alone. I had a great walk!
Look closely! Yes it is a Full Service Station.
Ranney Gorge Suspension Bridge
This is to prove that I did it!
After lunch, I started working on updating our blog. Uploading all my photos takes time using free WiFi. Nothing more for us to do here so we decided to head to our next lock and stay on the wall so we can go through first thing in the morning.
As we were leaving the boat to go to the grocery store I saw a guy swimming towards our boat. He asked if he could use our stern ladder to climb out. He was on the other side of the river and saw a squirrel in the water and jumped in to save it. Yes, he was bitten by the squirrel. The town only had ladders on the side of the river that he jumped in on.
After we got back from the store it looked like a storm was heading our way. Our plan to move on to the wall did not work! The rain decided to come and it poured! Two other boaters came through the locks and tied up during the rain. We have three boats now heading to the locks tomorrow.
The start of the Trent Severn – Trenton to Campbellford – May 24th, 25th and 26th
Thursday, May 24th
The start of the Trent Severn. Today we did six locks and tied up at the lock wall in Frankford. All the lock masters were so friendly and very helpful. They would answer questions and provide a lot of information.
Bye bye Port Trent Marina.
The bridge starting the Trent Severn waterway.
Our first lock! Mark and Christine on S/V Harmonic, 33 Hunter lead the way. We arrived just before opening at 10:00 am and tied up at the blue line. We walked up to talk to the lock masters. They said that lock two was cleaning debris out of the water so we would not hit it so it would be a little longer before they would open and let us go through.
I asked if I could try turning the crank that controlled the lock gates and they let me! Very easy to move. They said that it’s hard to get it started but after it starts it’s easy.
Lock master Lucas gave us some maple syrup from his family’s tree forest. He also told us that if you sniff the maple leaf image on their money, it smells like maple syrup. Sure enough, it did! Each lock has one summer help job working with the main lock master. The requirement for this summer job is that you must be a student. This is a great opportunity for these college kids. During the slow season (now through July) if they are missing helpers, the student lock workers will drive to the next lock before we’d arrive to help the lock master. It’s called “chasing the lock”.
Lots of geese and several had babies.
All tied up for the night at the Frankford lock wall.
Friday, May 25th – Frankford to Campbellford
Lock Seven park is under construction and it was only a pass through (no docking).
Teak has made herself right at home!
Nice homes along the shore.
Swoons
How would you like to walk these stairs?
Too much current coming in for me to hang on so Josh took over.
Flight Lock (Two locks together) You go into one, they fill it and open it, you move to the next one and they close it, fill it then open it.
This is something you do not see in the states anymore.
Saturday, May 26th – Campbellford
The morning started off with a walk over the bridge to the Farmer’s Market. Very small market with not many items for cruisers. Off to the Chocolate Factory Outlet Store we went! No tours, just a store and… yes, we bought some chocolate. Yummy!!!!! It was a nice morning walk.
The squirrels here are a black color.
Two more boats came in last night.
The Chocolate Factory Outlet Store
We were told that the Chocolate Factory Outlet Store used to own this factory and give tours but they sold it to this company and no tours now allowed.
I wanted to go to the local suspension bridge but no one would do the 3.5 mile walk with me so I decided to go alone. I had a great walk!
Look closely! Yes it is a Full Service Station.
Ranney Gorge Suspension Bridge
This is to prove that I did it!
After lunch, I started working on updating our blog. Uploading all my photos takes time using free WiFi. Nothing more for us to do here so we decided to head to our next lock and stay on the wall so we can go through first thing in the morning.
As we were leaving the boat to go to the grocery store I saw a guy swimming towards our boat. He asked if he could use our stern ladder to climb out. He was on the other side of the river and saw a squirrel in the water and jumped in to save it. Yes, he was bitten by the squirrel. The town only had ladders on the side of the river that he jumped in on.
After we got back from the store it looked like a storm was heading our way. Our plan to move on to the wall did not work! The rain decided to come and it poured! Two other boaters came through the locks and tied up during the rain. We have three boats now heading to the locks tomorrow.
Belleville to Trenton – May 22 & 23, 2018
Tuesday, May 22ndTeak had another vet appointment at 9:30 in the morning to be checked once again before we headed out for Port Trent Marina. Our rent car needed to be back by noon, and we needed to find out about the alarm going off on our bow t…
