Nebo didn't do it for us, so I've had to do it myself. Today's run.

An aerial of Lock 16 via (via public media) looking south back down the Mohawk River

We travel from Albany to the canal junction beyond Oneida Lake, where we turn north

A takeoff into the old Erie Canal that can still be used (if you're game)

Because you can never have too many bridges...

There's an old saying, "Rising porridge lifts all boats."

"Little Toot" the canal authority tugboat

These next 18 miles take us over the summit between Albany and Oneida Lake

Canal authority work equipment and dredge pipes at Lock 20

We emerge from the eastern Erie Canal onto a millpond Oneida Lake

Day 63: Ilion to Brewerton

15.–16. jun., Forente stater ⋅ ☁️ 19 °C

June 15. Still in NY State - we're off the wall at Ilion at 0725 and head about 6 miles upriver to Lock 19, where once again, we're diverted off a diminishing Mohawk River into a broad man-made 'ditch' (see accompanying aerial image); we're back on the canal.

Today, we'll summit near the town of Rome--between Locks 20 and 21--at 420 ft, although travellers who continue through the western section to Buffalo and Niagra will summit there at 566 ft. From our highest point, we'll descend to cross Oneida Lake to Brewerton at around 360 ft, and tomorrow, weather on Lake Ontario permitting, we'll continue northward via the Oswego Canal. Canals 21 and 22, as we negotiate them, are a new experience. We are descending instead of ascending.

We run down the canal to Sylvan Beach, where the locals and early vacationers are already priming their fishing rods and warming up their jetskis. Some groups are already picnicing out on their pontoon runabouts. cross; the Sheriff is out on his boat keeping an eye on who might not be adhering to the No Wake Zone signs.

We emerge onto Oneida Lake at 1400 in tranquil conditions, and Preston sets Otto to take us directly across the lake on a pre-set course. We take the engines up to 2400 rpm to 'blow some soot out', and arrive at Brewerton at around 1530. By 1600, we're tied up at the Ess-Kay Marina and Preston is reconnecting with some old friends, the owner and his wife.

While Preston takes fuel and does a black water pump-out, we take the courtesy car into town, do some grocery shopping, and pick up take-away Italian.

Upon returning to the boat, we get doubly concerning news; Preston has broken the coffee-maker jug and Lock 5 on the Oswego Canal has reported a problem with a valve. Until it's fixed, we're stayin' at Brewerton. We hold a committee meerting about moving up to Lock 4 tomorrow and awaiting the repair, but eventually decide, on Preston's advice, that--in case the wait might become extended--the best place to wait it out would be where we are. So be it.Les mer

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