Day 25-26 Time to Blow This Pop Stand July 1st and 2nd

Friday has finally come and brought along with it light winds and calming seas. The weather forecast had been correct and all the boats that have accumulated over the past 4 days are anxious to move.  The fishing boats next to us are tugging at their lines like horses in the starting gate at a race track.

We have taken the bikes multiple times to the grocery, wine shop and post office here in Oswego. We have everything we need, and because we are going to be crossing the border into Canada we check for any extra items that we cannot take over without being taxed ie: wine and other spirits. We'll be stopping in Trenton, Ontario for customs, banking, and shopping, as well as gathering the information we lack to make the Trent Serern Waterway .

By 6:30 AM boats traveling across Lake Ontario are peeling away from the docks like an airport runway strip. We are well into motion by 6:50 and the smile on The Captain's face tells it all. We pass the lighthouse and the mouth of The Oswego River as we're venturing out onto Lake Ontario after being in the safety of The Erie Barge Canal and Oswego River Lock System.

 It is not long after we are in 500' of water and the enormity of  the trip and safe travel crosses my mind for the first time. I am looking around to double check the safety equipment locations. Of course Ron is only questioning what the fisherman out here with us might be catching in this water depth. We listen on the VHF and it seems the long blow has sent all of the fish into hiding. We reach the deepest depth for the day of 630'

The horizon behind us, with it's nuclear power plant and three smokestacks reminds us of our own shoreline in Monroe and somehow that creates a sense of calm for me.

We pass Nicholson Island around 1:30 which leaves us only to find the canal entrance.

Entering The Murray Canal  is rather interesting. You must pay a $4.90  toll. As we approach the first swing bridge a man extends out a pole with a cup on it to collect and I hope I do not miss the cup. He is as smooth as an usher collecting donations at Sunday Services. He gets it all as we are instructed to "not slow down" as he has held up local traffic to let us through.

We arrive at Fraser Park Marina after 69 miles to find 4 helping hands on shore happily taking our lines and making us welcome all at once. Sandra at the office takes good care of us and we bow out of the nights activities to order pizza and get The Captain to rest. The computer rings and I quickly answer. Mom and Dad are on the other end of Skype. We chat for quite awhile and all is well on the Wild Goose II.