The Trent Canal, eastward

Friday, September 11th. We were up at first light; turned on some heat and Joan made coffee. We waved good-bye to Al, rotated Wild Blue, and slowly motored down the canal. The light was beautiful and there was a condensation fog on the water... a lovely way to start the day.


This man-made part of the waterway is about 6 to 7 miles long, and straight except for a couple turns through a shallow man-made lake. The water is clear enough that you can see the rock shelf on either side of the canal... no wandering out of the middle of this narrow cut.
When we got to the far end of the cut, we pulled off on a wall to make breakfast and clean up.
It was another beautiful day of cruising; 3 more locks, crossed 5 lakes, and covered 31 miles. At Rosedale, we ran into Al (from Reach Harbour) and visited for a while.

We didn’t have a particular destination and decided to call it a day at Bobcaygeon. We knew we could pick up a some bread at the store and have a nice lunch out. We did.

Izzy got some quality time in the grass along the waterway. She has been doing SO good this trip.