Home Run

M takes the helm on the leg to Burritts Rapids

Friday, August 16; Day 85: Leaving Ottawa and its associated locks behind , we head up the Rideau River from Long Island locks for the stretch to Burritts Rapids, on a grey and blustery day, and are, not surprisingly, pretty much alone on the water. This is the northern portion of the canal, which is new to us, but we still find the nature of the Rideau familiar and it feels good to be back. We’re on the home run to Kingston over the next two weeks.

We stop for 2 nights at Burritts Rapids, a green and pleasant lock, where we wait for some better weather and do the usual lolligagging.

The top of the lock at Burritts Rapids. The usual suspects: American trawlers, Cruisers from Quebec, and weekend boats from the local area
A good spot below the locks
Dad and Daughter on a canoe trip

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Bonjour and Good Night

A foggy morning at L’Anse-a-Martha

Wednesday August 08, Day 76: After the thunderstorms we are ready to head out from our little marina hideout on the Ottawa River to the luxury Chateau Montebello, and are faced with a wall of fog, which turns to mist…so off we go. Of course, the mist turns into fog again, and then drizzle, but there’s little traffic out there.

Fog into mist
Take mist and add a little drizzle to make it more interesting

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You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows…

…but it helps. As well as Environment Canada Marine Forecasts, and, when you’re online and mobile, weather apps and Weather Network. And we used them constantly before and after leaving Trois Rivieres: Lake St-Pierre beckoned, and we didn’t want to cross that body of water at the wrong time.

Weather or not apps are highly valuable, though not always accurate

We left Marina Trois Rivieres on a fine morning – Sunday, July 29, Day 66 – and had a fine crossing of the lake, disturbed only by another pincer movement of two giant cargo ships, coming from opposite directions, and passing each other with us – and a small sailboat – in the middle of their huge wakes.

A pincer movement on Lac St-Pierre
But it was still a fine morning, even against a 1 1/2 knot current

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