Chairs lined up on the shore to watch boaters.
We motored on Wednesday from Campbellford to Hastings, a distance of 20 miles and six more locks. We went through the locks with Always Home. They entered first, and we were behind them. It was stress free. The day was beautiful and fresh. That’s how several Canadians described the air. Some might call it cold. We had a storm Tuesday night, and there was a north wind and a temperature of 55 when we awoke. Fresh indeed.
We passed peaceful scenes of rural life on the canal. Then we tied up at Hastings with several other looper boats. We had docktails at a picnic table under the trees with people who are now becoming friends.
One of the many fishermen we saw. He looked like a ad for Canadian travel.
Canadians make the most of their short growing season: They have wonderful gardens.
This morning our friends have gone on to Peterborough. We are staying here or just going part of the way. George is doing some engineering. I am enjoying the internet and heading off soon to do laundry and walk around Hastings. It is another lovely morning.
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