Cruisin' The Loop Aboard Kibon
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 Thursday, June 27, 2002

Departed Trenton around noon (after another round of ice cream cones and a port-side boat scrub - compliments of Marj & Gene, world class crew!) and entered the Trent-Severn Waterway. We've been looking forward to this for weeks. The tranquility was mesmerizing for the first eight miles, to Lock 6, where we tied up for the night. We're making progress at about the same rate as this fellow we met along the way.
Pearce bought a fishing license, watched the locals pulling in Bass all around him while whatever was in the river ignored his lure, and declared, "It's OK, I caught a fish once..." (Someone threw it to him). Maybe somewhere up the line someone else will throw him one. We can only hope.

After supper and a game or Trivial Pursuit we were entertained by an impressive fireworks display put on by the local firemen... a precursor to Canada Day weekend. It's like our Independence Day festivities in the US, fireworks and barbecues... lots of fun!

Friday, June 28, 2002
Going through a lock is not only fascinating because of the mechanics of how each one opens and closes gates and lets the water in and out (more on that later), but we have an opportunity to talk to the lockmaster and his assistants.  Today as we locked through #7 at Glen Ross, the lockmaster told us that his assistant, who was beginning her 2nd day, is the grand daughter of the former lockmaster.  He and his family occupied the lock house for many years until traffic became so frequent that another hand was needed.  Since the government did not want to build another house for the assistant, it eliminated housing for the lockmaster and converted his house into an office and public rooms.  The young lady told us that her aunt's bedroom became the rest rooms, so she now asks her niece, "Are you keeping my room clean?"

As we rose up in this lock, we spied a convenience store across the road which displayed an ice cream sign.  Breakfast had been several hours ago and the crew was hungry, so after exiting the lock the captain maneuvered Kibon to the west wall, and we enjoyed delicious "single cones" which were two huge scoops.  The owner of the store lived behind the lock house, and the clerk's family lived across the road.  This is a small community of less than 100 people.  The ones we met were friendly and talkative.

Another highlight today was going through our first real "flight" at Ranney Falls.  This one was two locks that follow each other.  We entered the first lock and saw a 24 foot high wall topped with the lock doors another 24 feet high.  Pearce said, "It's like being in a cave with no top."  Marj said, "It makes one feel so insignificant."  
  The water filled the first lock, the doors opened, and a boat came through.  We exchanged places, the door closed, our waters rose up while the other boat's waters went down.  We both continued on our way, 48 feet apart in height. We continued on to Campbellford where we spent the night on the wall at the municipal dock. The special at Capers Restaurant, just a two block walk from the dock, was Prime Rib. Superb! Well worth the walk 
Saturday, June 29, 2002
We're getting far enough away from civilization that cell phone sites have become tough to find. Since we decided to forgo the expenditure of $6000 for a satellite internet connection, we're stuck with a 14.4 baud connection. Uploads and downloads are slower than that turtle. Much slower! Most of the time non-existent, which is why these pages are coming in spurts.

We spent a leisurely day locking (another flight at Healey Falls), sightseeing, and fishing. Somehow a batch of little Blue Gills and Yellow Perch jumped into the boat -- enough to clean, ice down and plan for dinner -- finally justifying  Pearce's new Canadian fishing license. 

As we moved on, the scenery subtly changed to include more rocks along the shoreline and large stands of conifer trees.  Many of the port and starboard marks are embedded in concrete pilings that mark rocky ledges.  Today is the first weekend after school let out for the summer.  It is also a long holiday weekend -- Monday, July 1, is Canada Day.  There were many boaters on the water and families were gathered on their docks and lawns for barbecues.  All of the homes are immaculately kept, be they small cottages or lavish estates.   Although the speed limit is 10 kilometers, Pearce occasionally sped up a bit through open water to satisfy the mosquitoes (ski-doo-ers) who wanted to jump our wake.

Tonight we are docked at Lang's Marina, a bucolic spot on Rice Lake devoted to families and fishing.  It reminds us of the summers spent in Maine and New Hampshire.  The lake is filled with islands big and small, inhabited or lonely. Thanks to our stalwart hunter-fishers, we're finally having our fish fry at sunset on the boat as it sinks slowly in the west.
Sunday, June 30, 2002

Didn't want to leave Lang's. Roy and Ann are the perfect hosts, but thinking that the thirty or so miles to Peterborough would take awhile (we've become used to 10 kilometers, remember), we readied to leave at around ten. Someone (Pearce?) had left the transom water on after cleaning his fish, so we had to re-supply. Actually a good thing because the Rice Lake water tastes a lot better than Oswego water where we last filled up.

Kay was writing this log for Friday and Saturday while Pearce and Gene drove and navigated through Rice Lake to the entrance of the Otonabee River.  Marge was engrossed in the galley proof of a novel that friend Jack Turner had sent. (Hey, Jack, someday we will send you a critique when we get enough input... so far, the voting is pretty positive!).  We had to slow down again as we passed the First Nation preserves and the areas where locals were fishing or had moored their boats.  The charts talked about swampy areas and rocky ledges.  We saw both and finally arrived at the next lock, #19, the entrance to Little Lake and Peterborough.  We are docked within sight of tomorrow night's Waterfront Festival of Lights.  We plan to stay here another day to enjoy the celebration for Canada Day.  The Swing Shift, a big band, will play tomorrow and will be followed by a display of fireworks. (Hope no one minds if we also celebrate July 4th a few days earlier).

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