From the Helm of Adamant 1 – Photos from the Blog 31 – Adamant 1 Crosses Her Wake

Adamant 1 Peterborough Lift Locks

Nov 7, 2019

In our October 10 issue we featured another blog posting from Adamant 1. Lynn and Pat sent so many great photos, we have reprised the blog so we can share them with you.

Below is a few excerpts from the blog post to set the scene:

We crossed Lake Ontario with a minimum of fuss and did a little happy dance when we crossed the border…that little dotted line on the chart. “Take down the US flag, put up the quarantine flag and lets head for Waupoos Island” shouts the captain (me)!

Our Trent Severn Waterway is much prettier than the Erie Canal and the scenery along the way was, in a lot of places, spectacular. Most days were calm and sunny.

We spent Friday evening at the lock in Port Severn. We were only 15 miles from home but we had told everyone we would be in at noon on Saturday. Everyone showed up at noon to welcome us home, except we got there at 10:30 and our son and grandson were the only ones there at that time! It didn’t matter. We had champagne ready and we toasted to a successful 8200 nautical mile trip.

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