After a good breakfast at Sheila’s Family Restaurant nearby we shook the sand of Hastings off our feet and proceeded down river. We wanted to get to Trenton tonight but realized, even with extended lock hours for the weekend, that 50 miles and 17 locks was too ambitious. We estimate 50 miles takes 10 hours and 17 lock transits about 4 ½ hours. The boat is performing well today and the weed problem seems to be under control. Capt. Carl hasn’t gone swimming for two days after we found that backing up the race below the weir at Peterborough, a somewhat hazardous operation, cleared the rudder beautifully so Carl remains dry for the time being. 10 miles down stream we came to Campbellford. This place looks like the real deal with pubs and activities galore but it was too soon in the day to stop and look around. We did however stop for diesel water and pump out which gave us a chance to replenish essential supplies such as beer, liquorous spirits and lunch food. On we went, constant lock transits which have become routine, aiming for lock 6 at Frankford at mile 7 where we arrived at 8 PM. We walked a mile to the village, stopped for a beer at a sports bar called Road Dog, an infinitely depressing hole, then on to a surprisingly excellent Chinese Restaurant with an all you can eat buffet for 7.95. Walked back to our mooring on the wall above the lock, everyone very tired and early to bed.

The Trent-Severn Waterway is stunning in it’s apparent remoteness and beautiful scenery, but difficult to blog about given it’s easy navigation - and frustrating for the constant fouling of our little chugger engine. Carl and Theyre are starting to pine for the excitement of Lake Gitche Gumi with it’s bone-chilling cold, heavy seas and confounded fog!… 

The plan is to finish with the Waterway tomorrow and make for a port with pubs! Picton a possibility....