Once underway, we headed west, locking through 7 more locks. Amazingly, we've had the river and canal pretty much to ourselves. Memsahib and Dunworkin were the only two boats going west through the locks all day. We saw one pontoon boat, and another demasted sailboat headed east. The demasted sailboats are quite common. Most are long distance cruising boats, and have all manner of stuff hanging all over them.
There are several large Amish communities in New York state, many along the Mohawk River. We saw quite a few families fishing from the locks.
Damage from Hurricane Irene was extensive along the Mohawk River and Erie Canal. The lockmasters are still fishing logs out by hand, and there are piles of debris everywhere.
And then we came to the mother of all locks, the dreaded Lock 17. This lock is the highest lift lock on the Erie Cana, and only one of two locks in North America where the entrance gate lifts above the boat. All of the other locks have doors that swing open as the boat enters.
Lock 17 lifts the boat some 40.5 feet. Entering this lock was like entering the temple of Doom in an Indiana Jones movie. Huge rumbling metal gates, banging metal sounds, rushing water, and you are down in the bottom of it.
We have tied up here in Little Falls, where there is a nice visitor center. Very clean, with a lovely waterfront park. This was a long day, and we are both exhausted, so we'll probably stay here tomorrow to catch up on some sleep and relax.