We had a great morning on the 16th at the Upper Canadian Village, a recreation of a Canadian village in 1860. They moved many old buildings in the late 1950s to the area when the area was being flooded with the damning of the St Lawrence River to make the navigable seaway into the Great Lakes. It turned out it was a special quilt weekend, so Sally Odyssey and I were very excited.
We left at noon to get on the boats and head to the next set of locks. There were a number of freighters on the route (which have precedence over little boats) so we spent four and a half hours on the wall waiting to lock down. We finally made it through and found a quiet place to anchor for the night.
We were up early the next morning and had better luck in the locks, but it still took a long day to finally turn the corner and head up stream to Montreal, passing the clock tower and finding our place in the Old Port Marina.
We rented a car and have spent the last two nights in Middlebury, Vermont. The timing was perfect to see my dad, brother and family who live here, and my sister and her family visiting from points west, including Theo, my 3 month old great nephew here from New Zealand. It has been wonderful to see them all. Sally