Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Free at last, Free at last. Good God Almighty we are free at last...


At 1030 Tuesday morning, our incarceration in the Erie Canal came to an end. The Federal Lock reopened and we were allowed to transit through on the Hudson River to places south. We spent a total of 35 days on the canal, 18 of which hunkered down and defending against Irene and Lee. But it wasn't all bad. We met some great folks some of whom we will travel with to Florida. We've included some pictures of some of the people from Lock 3, and some pix of what we saw as we departed the Erie Canal and entered the Hudson.

Meet Leroy, First Commodore of the
Lock 3 Yacht Club and the best Lock
Keeper in the world


The Charter Members of  the Lock 3
Yacht Club
The first annual Lock 3 Yacht Club
cocktail party 

Good bye Erie Canal. Leaving Lock 2



Hello Hudson River. Entering the
Federal Lock
Check out the dock on the bridge pier
One of many trees growing in the Hudson

We were stunned by the amount of destruction the storms caused but at the same time, the sky was blue and the river placid. We're at the Castleton Boat Club now and will be heading to Riverview at Catskill tomorrow to get our mast back up and start looking like a sailboat once again instead of a lumber yard. By the way, the Albany Times Union newspaper stopped by yesterday to do an article on the stranded boaters. It was interesting reading. You can follow this link if you want to read all about it.   http://www.timesunion.com/local/article/Boaters-don-t-make-waves-about-delay-2167493.php
One last comment for today... Some of you have asked about my referring to Peggy as Marg or Margaret. To clarify, Peg fell overboard about 4 weeks ago and I met this hotty named Margaret. Okay, that's not true. Peg was named after her grandmother for whom Peg had a great deal of admiration. Although she was named Margaret, everyone called her Peg or Peggy. Since we have embarked on a new life after retirement, she thought it appropriate to adopt the handle she preferred, hence she is now Margaret. Remembering that after 44 years of Peggy is no small feat so don't worry if you call her Peggy and she doesn't respond. Actually, it could have been worse. She might have wanted to be called Misty Rain.

Thanks for reading and we'll post again soon. 

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