My headline is the lazy response from people who really want something but won’t work for it.
Some stalwarts (a small number) still post their experiences, thoughts, enthusiasms and prejudices here – so why don’t the rest of you? It takes perhaps 15 minutes every few days.
Answer: you really don’t care that much. Pity.
Left our wall after the crowd departed, a little rain yesterday but a good sunset.
Our fourth of fifth day without cellphone or internet access, blissfully quiet.
Our last up lock we are now at the high point of the Rideau, now all the navigation marks reverse Green marks now are to be left to ones right (OK?)
Here’s one that some wag has helpfully augmented, “The channel goes down there?”
As promised we were first lock this morning at 9:00 am
A half mile later we had to wait for a lift bridge and lock (Smiths Falls detached) the hold up was a northbound cruise ship (if it could be so called) a barge with a fold up bow (blue part) in order to fit the locks – the tour is Kingston –Ottawa in three days.
Left our spot at 8:30, others needed the space for locking down.
Out past some pleasant countryside, a few miles later, past a property I owned when in Canada, a piece of waterfront on the Rideau, now someone is building a sizable house by the look of the basement stucture.
As my occasional reader knows, Backside is a stickler for good form. ‘Good’, meaning less irritating than people usually are. So when it comes to walking around public places, he’s lined up a few of his grumpiest gripes.
1. Have you noticed the door-stops? They stop to scratch themselves (or wha’evah) plumb in the entrance to a shop, an escalator or a bus, thus preventing all mobile users of the facility?
2. What about the broad-sides? They walk confidently along, happy with the delusion that they are not wider in girth than normal folk and can easily get through the available gap in the crowd.
3. And the ubiquitous pram brigade? They congregate in garrulous groups with the obvious objective of filling the pavement completely and endangering the lives the rest of us.
Don’t you just love people too? Do tell.
Off our wall at 10:30 am, allowed time for the lock to clear. Spotted this unusual sight yesterday, couple of folk practicing their polo shots in rural Ontario,
Moved a big 6 miles today but had to run 7 locks and 3 bridges.
Continue reading “Burrit’s Rapids to Merrickville – July 19”
In the heavy evening air she was pursued by hundreds of manic males and chose our white garden parasol as the scene of her nuptials. But no shrinking violet this girl! She fought off one suitor after another, demanding the attentions of only the strongest and most persistent. It went on for hours until darkness fell and the bodies of the successful males lay scattered acrosss the white fabric. No doubt the queen ant had already settled on her new home, somewhere nearby.
That’s life in the wild wood.
Made first lock through the three lock lift at Long Island at 9:00 am, no pics. Too busy.
Then through rural Ontario, mostly conventional
To introduce the next competition, I can’t resist quoting a lyrical George (this week’s name, innit?):
Summertime,
And the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’
And the cotton is high
Your daddy’s rich
And your mamma’s good lookin’
So hush little baby
Don’t you cry
(Five days without internet service, some serious catching up is required)
Off our mooring wall at 9 am (the first bridge does not open until after rush hour)
Out through Ottawa South past Rideau Gardens, I used to live about one block over from this point in the ‘70’s
Boadicea's Chariot 
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