Westport, NY

The forecast for Thursday was 80% chance of rain and severe thunderstorms moving over Lake Champlain. So we decided to stay in Rouses Point. Gaines Marina was fairly new, clean and the people were very nice. 

On Thursday afternoon, our fresh water pump began acting erratically, and finally stopped working. We could manage without it, but two weeks is a long time to be bringing your fresh water into the boat in buckets. Thom ordered a new pump, scheduled to arrive on Friday at 2:00 p.m. so we were now going to stay a third day in Rouses Point, NY.

The pump arrived, and was promptly installed. Later that evening, I heard the trickling of water coming from the engine compartment. The starboard section was filling up with water from a strainer that had not been put back properly. We also made the unfortunate discovery that during the installation process, the mechanic had allowed about 20 gallons of water to drain into the bottom of our engine compartment, thinking it would go directly into the bilges and be removed automatically. Not so. We fixed the strainer, and I ended up bailing both compartments by hand.

The rest of the day was taken up with bathing River, laundry, and watching the movie The Descendants.

Our old acquaintances Clarke and Evelyn (we met first at Brewerton, NY) from Sea Moss caught up with us at Rouses Point. They are now headed down Lake Champlain with us towards their home in New Jersey.

We left Rouses Point this morning, a hazy, cool day. It's amazing - start your engine and immediately four men will show up to help you cast off.

The scenery going down Lake Champlain is just beautiful.

This area is worth a visit back and an extended stay. Distant mountains, green shores, and a lake dotted with hundreds of sailboats.

This must be sailing heaven. Everyone was under sail, moving briskly along, and towing dinghies.

Lake Champlain is sometimes referred to as the "6th great lake", with little islands and many sheltered bays where boats can anchor out. There was only the occasional little fishing boat being tossed around, and almost no cruisers waking us.

It was nice to be in open water.

We have docked for the night at Westport Marina in Westport, NY

Rouses Point, NY - "USA"

This morning we were anxious to get going early and enter the Chambly Canal as soon as it opened, 8:30 a.m. Another boat docked near us, named Haddock, had a similar idea and got to the "Blueline" tie up a little bit after 8:00 a.m.  They entered the lock, which could only hold 2 boats, ahead of us and remained  there, to our consternation,  for the entire Chambly Canal.

Lock after lock after lock.  If we thought the Erie Canal was a ditch, the Chambly is a trench.  Narrow, with small locks and many swing bridges, it is single file only. 

Haddock was sightseeing, and it was like being stuck on a back road behind the Buick with Florida license plates.  The limit on the Chambly is 6 knots; Haddock crept along at around 5 knots.

The Chambly Canal runs alongside the Richelieu River, bypassing the many shallow places and rapids.   By using the dams and locks, the depth can be controlled to 2 meters, or about 5-6 feet. Right off, there were 3 flight locks, followed by another 6 close together.   It took 2 ½ hours to get through them all. 

The old towpath, used originally by mules to pull barges, was still intact and had been turned into a popular bicycle trail.  All of the bicycles were going much faster than we were.  While locking through, we chatted with a group of about 25 bicyclists who were traveling from Burlington, Vermont to Montreal, where they would take the train back.

The last serious obstacle was Swing Bridge #10.  According to the guidebooks, it closes down for lunch hour at 11:45 a.m., opening again at 12:45.  Thanks to Haddock, we arrived at Bridge #10 at 11:50 and had to wait for an hour for it to open.  

At 1:30 we approached the last swing bridge, but had to wait for a 3^rd boat to clear lock #9 before it would open. If we planned to make time, today was not going to be the day.

At this point, the Chambly rejoins the Richelieu River, the channel opens up, and we headed for the U.S. Border at Rouses Point.  There we were met by two friendly customs agent, who quickly processed us. 

We have settled in at Gaines Marina after a long day.

Chambly, Canada

The thunderstorms rolled through Montreal late yesterday afternoon, leaving 15,000 people without power. Just when we thought the storms were past we got caught out in a shower while walking the dogs. But, the real thunder and downpour didn't come to Sorel until the middle of the night when we were snug in our bed. The dogs, who are terrified of loud noises, quietly snuck onto to the bottom of the bed without waking us. We shoo'd them off when it was all over...it's a pretty small berth.

We said Goodbye to the St. Lawrence Seaway and the industrial part of Sorel as we headed south down the Richelieu River.  

During the morning, we had the river almost all to ourselves. A great contrast from Sunday, when everyone with anything that could float was zooming around. The scenery soon changed to lovely waterfront homes and green fields. The green is in contrast to the parched brown areas we had been seeing up until now.

Thom watched the black clouds to our west anticipating rain. When it caught up with us there were a few showers and the weather changed to windy, cloudy, and cool.

We cruised by farms, manicured lawns, and villages marked by stone churches. 

By midafternoon we arrived at Chambly Marina in Chambly. Thom had to do some tricky maneuvering to get in the breakwater and find our dock because it was quite windy and even a bit chilly.

"Chiens, Chiens!" We no sooner arrived when the child magnets were at it again, first with the dock hands and then with these two delightful girls walking down the dock.

Sorel, Canada

The cruise up the St. Lawrence River to Sorel was pleasant, all open water and the current in our favor. It was a beautiful day again, and best of all, no locks to go through. The industrial area of Montreal soon gave way to more natural scenery with sandy beaches on either side of the river.

Even the character of the water changed. The color went to a more greenish blue, the surface was rippled, and it felt like we were headed towards the ocean. 

Our first view of Sorel, which is at the top of the Richelieu Canal, was of fiery smokestacks. The municipal marina here is nice, and we plan to stay here a day to catch up on laundry, grocery shopping, cleaning, pumpout, and so forth. Then it's boogie for home!

Longueuil, Canada

Yesterday we came down from Montebello to Ste. Anne de Bellevue. The cruise down the Ottawa River was very pleasant, no commercial boat traffic and open water.  On the way, we went through Carillon Lock, which dropped us 65 feet.  It was an easy drop, as you tie to floating docks. 

We have noticed many small, fast cruisers in our travels, and their mostly youthful owners are curious about our tug.  We've given a few tours, and the consensus is that when they retire, they want a tug, especially the ladies.

Arriving at Ste. Anne de Bellevue, a village on the south end of Montréal, we tied up on the upstream wall.  The town itself has many lively restaurants along the lock wall, but one block into town it quickly becomes less appealing. 

Boaters here have no inhibitions about running at night, and all but one of the boats tied with us left after the evening.  Between the beer drinkers hanging around the park, and the really loud train noise, it was a sleepless night. 

We decided to skip the tours of Montreal.  It would mean locking the dogs in the boat and leaving it unattended for many hours.  Have I mentioned this is the last time I am taking River on a cruise?  Amtrak charges $63 to get to Montreal from New York, a great bargain.

As far as bad days go, today, Saturday qualifies as an award winner.  We got up early and got through the Ste. Anne lock as soon as it opened, at 9:00 a.m.  We made the convoluted run through the lake around Montreal to Saint Lawrence Seaway and on to the Ste. Catherine Lock.  This is a commercial lock, not related to the Canadian Park Service and commercial traffic has priority. 

Had a terrible time trying to get tied up in the inadequate waiting basin, and then sat with a dozen other boats for 3 1/2 hours waiting to lock through while tankers and barges crawled in and out.  They finally took us, and they pack all of the pleasure craft into one lock through.  Sailboats, runabouts, cruisers, you are expected to raft up. 

We got through the lock and made the mad dash with the rest of the flotilla to Ste. Lambert, another commercial lock, where everyone place held for another hour. 

The only redeeming quality was that you got to talk to all manner of bored people.  Practice French, met a sailor from South America, and caught on some of the local stuff.  After Rafting up 3 deep and locking through we got to our Port de Plaisance marina in Longueuil at around 7:00 p.m.  The poor dogs went without a potty break for 10 hours!!!

Fortunately I had made a reservation ahead of time, as it turns out, Saturday is fireworks night in Montreal.  We got the last available slip.  Montréal is having some sort of fireworks competition, and every boat, RV, and human with a portable chair comes out to see them, which explained the many very small boats bobbing around in the St. Laurence seaway current.  Just as we were settling in around 10:00, BOOM! We couldn’t see the fireworks well due to the trees, and were too tired to walk to a viewing area, but we sure could hear them. Judging by the sounds, which went on and on, they were spectacular.

The best part of the day and the trip in general has been all the fascinating and friendly people we have meet along the way. Regardless of whether they could speak English or not they tried and we tried our French.  In the end, we learned about the local waters, points of interest, where boaters live and where they’ve been, what they do or want to do when they stop doing what they’re doing, and about their families and pets (the dogs are always a good conversation starter).