We left Kingston, blasted by the thousand Islands and got through the first few locks on the St. Lawrence Seaway.
At first it was a little intimidating, especially when we had to wait for 2 hours at each lock for the 300 plus ft commercial cargo ships. Up to this point we hadn't seen any other private boats out on the water, and when we called marinas for dockage we were told everyone was closed for the season. We were sure glad Brian was with us, as some of the locks had a 40 foot drop and required a person on each bow and stern line, and John was busy at the helm keeping things steady.
We left Kingston, blasted by the thousand Islands and got through the first few locks on the St. Lawrence Seaway.
At first it was a little intimidating, especially when we had to wait for 2 hours at each lock for the 300 plus ft commercial cargo ships. Up to this point we hadn't seen any other private boats out on the water, and when we called marinas for dockage we were told everyone was closed for the season. We were sure glad Brian was with us, as some of the locks had a 40 foot drop and required a person on each bow and stern line, and John was busy at the helm keeping things steady. 
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