As we had struggled up the St Lawrence River and down the canal systems toward the Hudson river, discussion of what to do afterwards had been largely put off. There was too much to think about in the rush to not get stuck in Quebec for the winter. The original plan—that is, the plan we’d …
New York Cruising
They say that one can get used to almost anything, if done often enough. I wasn’t so sure of that when we got up at first light to start locking up into the Champlain Canal; however many locks we transit—and we had come through a good deal of them by now—getting safely into the …
Our last day in Canadian waters began with a bang; a series of bangs actually, as the first grey light of dawn was hailed by duck hunters firing shotguns into the mist. How they could see what they were shooting at in the thick fog was beyond me: I could barely see as far …