Turning Point

Oh, I Love Locking in the rain,
Locking in the rain with the one I love
Oh, how I love the rainy days and the squishing of my shoes inside.
(Apologies to Neil Sedaka)

Waterford (8 of 12)

The last two days have been moist.  Exceedingly moist.  Yesterday, with our mast securely lowered, we huddled in the boat to stay dry, warm and amused.  We poked our heads out of the burrow long enough to cart the LP tank down the street for a fill.  The business doing the filling sells propane and gravestones… an odd combination.

Our friends on Serenity arrived and hoped the rain would let up so they could also get their mast set down.

Today we set out northward again, motoring in a steady drizzle interspersed with periods of serious downpour.  The scenery was mostly soft-focus in the muted light..

Waterford (1 of 12)

Waterford (2 of 12)

We have now traversed the Hudson River from New York City to Troy.

Along the way we passed Hudson, New York.  The town is set in bluffs that inspired our hometown’s first mayor, in 1852, to change the name from Buena Vista, Wisconsin to Hudson, Wisconsin.

The middle section, from north of New York to Castleton is lush and natural.

Once we approached Albany we quickly got back to an industrial and urban setting.

Waterford (3 of 12)

Waterford (4 of 12)

The Destroyer Escort USS Slater moored at the Albany wharf.

Waterford (5 of 12)

A not-inviting free dock wall in Troy.

Waterford (7 of 12)

Arriving at Troy closed another leg of our Great Loop.  We now move from natural river to manmade canal.  Our progress will be controlled by locks instead of wind, tides and current.  The rain-soaked lock we passed at Troy regulates water upriver, eliminating tidal surge.

About 1500 miles, with a loop through Canada,  remain of our 6,700 mile journey.

Our ride up the Hudson ended with a left turn onto the Mohawk River at Waterford, New York.  Waterford is the east end of the Erie Canal.

The town provides free dockage on a long sea wall.  Scattered along the wall we found a half dozen boats we’ve met in the last few weeks.  Most are taking a quick breather before beginning the canal.

A fancy visitor center welcomes both land and water base tourists.  To the left, behind the silver bridge, is the first lock of the canal system.

My gal Pebbles on the Peebles Island bridge.  I guess that makes me Bam Bam.

Our plan is to return in the future and take a right turn instead.

 

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