Lockin' Through

Seriously, locks are friggin' cool.  For example - we began today at about 590 ft. above sea level (or something, we don't have our charts with us at the moment so I don't know for sure) and we ended today at around 460.  That is...neat.

Locks are intense.  Locks are rugged.  Locks are hard-core.  Locks are...cool.  Nothing like starting out at "x" feet, and then ending at "x minus 50 feet" (and they said I wasn't good at math!) in a matter of 15 minutes.  I mean, that is just. plain. cool.  Or maybe I'm just easily amused?

Here's what they look like, from our perspective:

See that green wall behind us, we started at the TOP of that! This was lock #2 in a 2-fer.

The doors ahead...where we are going...

Once you get to the proper level, the gates open.  I don't know why, but I *always* think of Wizard of Oz when this happens.

Bye bye lock!  Thanks for dropping us a solid 50'!

We've got 30 more locks to go!  Thanks to my dad for getting us our super awesome industrial Easystow fenders so we don't scratch up our boat!

More tomorrow!  For now, there is wine to be drank...or drunk....whatever...

Love,
Brittany (& Scott)