Brewerton to Oswego
June 20, 2006 (Brewerton-Oswego) The rain let up in the late afternoon yesterday, so we took our bikes into town and looked around. What a nice little town. We passed a funeral home and monument sales company, which made us feel right at home. We found a boat supply store, went to Burger King, got some ice cream and headed back to the boat. When we woke up the next morning, it was really nice and the little cove we were in was beautiful. We heard fuel was cheap just up ($2.73/gal) the river, so we stopped in to top off our tanks (total bill $916... WOW…what a bargain!). The people who owned the fuel dock were really nice and took a liking to Jaycie & Boo. They walked out of there with a T-shirt, bag of candy and a dog bone place mat as gifts from the wife of the owner! Within minutes of leaving the gas dock we were at lock 23 on the Erie canal. As we came out of the lock there was a really beautiful, tall pine treed town dock just of to the port (that’s left side to you land lubbers). It was like a small forest with green grass, barbeques and picnic tables. If we had not hit bad weather yesterday, I would have stopped here for sure. As we cruised a little further down the river the clouds were growing darker and starting to look a little ominous. As to not have a repeat of yesterday, I suggested that we turn around and go back to my beautiful “pine trees”, but the boss said we should press on! As we pressed on it started looking bad and I kept reminding Joyce that I said we should turn back. But, as luck would have it, the river turned and we skated out from under them. Just then my brother Frank calls. It’s always nice to here a familiar voice and makes you feel very connected with your “former life” (I know, it‘s only been 2 ½ weeks!). Anyway, we had a nice long talk and it was great to hear from him. I passed the phone to Joyce and once again here comes another set of those damn clouds! Once again, I remind Joyce about those nice pine trees (now, too far to go back to) but she ignores me. And once again, luck is on our side as the clouds once again go in the opposite direction of our boat! Whew! We get to a “fork in the road/river” and we fork right towards Oswego. The wind is picking up and we are now flying at 9kts (it’s a trawler term). We get to lock #1 of the Oswego river (a mere 7‘). But this one has a draw bridge right in front of where you come out and it has to be raised before you can leave. As we travel down the Oswego river we are met by the “welcoming committee” (actually 6 young boys & girls who moon us as we pass under the bridge!). Unfortunately, before we could snap a picture, a car pulled up and they quickly put their welcome banner back in their pants. By now the wind is picking up and getting quite strong. We have to remove our Power Squadron flag because it is getting too loud flapping in the wind (sorry, no disrespect to my friends at the GSBPS). Then we lower the bimini because it is taking some real stress and pulling on the boat. The wind is not unmanageable, but gusty and strong. The river has turned to white caps, which we haven’t seen since we started in the river/canal system. Our boat eats the caps as if they aren’t even there. We notice that were the grass meets the river, in some calm spots, it flows seamlessly into the water, which has a carpet of green growth on top of it and it looks spectacular. I’m not sure our pictures will capture just how pretty it was. We/JOYCE decides to push on through and cover some extra ground/water today. We did lock 2 and everything went fine-even with the winds. Lock 3 didn’t go as well. The winds were really strong from our port (left) side. All the flags on shore were standing straight out and flapping loudly. We got hold of our lines o.k. as a pontoon boat pulled in behind us (the only boat we saw in any lock all day). We were going down, which should have been easy, but the winds were so strong that as we dropped, Joyce was having trouble holding the bow line. Our boat blew off the wall until it was on a 45 degree angle across the lock. Then we started blowing back too. I ran to the front and grabbed Joyce’s line while she ran to the back and grabbed Jaycie’s line. The pontoon boat, nervous that we might loose it completely, let go of his line completely and powered to the side out of our way! We were able to muscle the boat back to the wall without crushing any pontoon boats (thank God!). On the way out I apologized to the lock master for almost losing control, but he said we did great and that it’s been a real tough day for eveyone. Joyce and I debated loudly about how the lock should have been handled and we come to terms because we still have 2 more locks to do before we can stop. There is no lock 4. Lock 5 goes better…but not great (sorry this is so long, but it was a harrowing day, so bear with me). Since the locks go down, we are high above the wall and the lines are well below us. The wind is still blowing strong, so as I try to keep the boat near the wall, Joyce tries to get the bow line (which she has to literally lay on the deck and reach down and over the side to do). Jaycie gets the stern line (which she is very good at). She uses a boat hook, but since we are being blown around, I do not have the boat in ideal positions to grab the ropes. Joyce finally gets hers when I hear Jaycie screaming from the back of the boat! I run down and the boat is drifting off the wall, she has the boat hook stuck on the rope float and is fully extended, holding on for dear life. I grab the hook and fight the boat back into position (unfortunately squishing Jaycie a little under me-but she’s fine). We wrestle the boat a little but finally finish that lock and pull out. “Only one lock to go” I exclaim, to which my poor, stressed Jaycie replies, “I don’t want to do anymore locks!”. I calm her down and just then we hear over the VHF that other people have been having troubles all day. Lock 6 knows we are coming an hails us on VHF. He tells us his lock is extremely windy and tells us to lock on the port (left) wall. The wind is blowing strong from the port side (we had been staying on the starboard side thinking it would press us against the wall-making things easier). We thank him for his advice and it works out beautiful!!! Lock 6 & 7 go relatively smooth (although we had help from the lock master, as we had trouble getting those low ropes again). Lock 7 contacts lock 8 and tells them we won’t be locking through today, to which he replies, “ I’m beginning to get a complex…no one wants to go through my lock today!”. We didn’t realize how far we had gone (Oswego) and lock 8 would put us in Lake Ontario. I can see, because we are still 1 lock high and I see the Great Lake ahead in the distance and it looks like Jones beach! It is all white caps and white water smashing and spraying over the jetty!!! VERY INTIMIDATING!!! We didn’t realize we had traveled this far, but THANKS TO JOYCE we pushed ahead and have made good headway (I would have been under the pine trees roasting a hot dog!). Luckily we are ahead of schedule and if necessary (because of poor lake conditions) can stay put. We wouldn’t mind staying in this town for a few days, there‘s lots to do and it‘s really nice. However, it does look like there might be a weather window tomorrow, and although I would like to stay longer…if the lake is calm…WE WILL GO! This has been a very draining day for all of us. It did finish on a good note though, we met a new couple, biked over to take pictures of the lake at Fort Ontario. We had hotdogs at a local peewee baseball game, rode around town, went for ice cream and Jaycie even learned how to play Mexican domino’s with our boating neighbor. It was fun evening and much needed R&R after today‘s events. Oh, I almost forgot, we are docked below (but just past) lock 7. The water is as smooth as glass, however, right next to us, on the other side of a narrow wall is the spillway. A spillway allows the water from the river/canal to flow semi-controlled. About 50’ away, and running parallel to our boat is this raging, white water river. You are sitting in nice calm water, but when you look out your window you see this wild, fast moving water and you can hear it too. It’s a little un-nerving… but could just be the day.



















































