We leave Georgian Bay early on Monday, August 14th with benign weather: little wind, and no threat of rain, and we need it so we can tackle Lock 45, which is notorious for its bridge and its currents. When we passed through it on the way up, the torrents from the dam were intimidating, but now, two months later, they have abated somewhat. Still, we want to be there in time for the first lockage, to get it over with, and then move on as far as Lock 43 at Swift Current, tackling the Big Chute Railway in between.
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