The final leg, yippee!! For so many reasons I’m very happy. Russ too most likely. Right off the bat we dealt with our final bridges and Lock C12. The remaining 45 nm would be pleasant and my camera clicked away. I’d pay for that later, with so many more photos to download and edit.

Roughly one mile north of the lock we came upon the Poultney River indicating that the Vermont border would now be to our east.

Herons and egrets could be spotted on both shores with regularity and fishermen proved what osprey knew- fish on!

The chart showed us a new term, “drowned lands.”

Surprised by these orange paddle wheel/boat machines as we came around a bend. What the heck? Some quick research along with confirming info obtained at the Maritime Museum, told the story. Gotta get these plants at a certain time to make the effort effective, but from what we read it’s a losing battle. But hey, what a cool ride!

 

A bit further north we saw this kayak team enjoying a paddle and helping the cause.

Fort Ticonderoga (Fort Ti in local-speak) sits high up on New York’s shore. You can see why this was an ideal perch for a fort. The fort has been completely rebuilt; some of the original stone was used to build the walls and sturdy foundations of impressive homes we spotted along both shores.  I visited Fort Ti as a child with my parents. Probably on the same trip as Lake George where I remember we rented a small power boat (the kind now displayed at a vintage boat show) and my Mom drove- fast!

One can cross from the Vermont side in style, but passengers only. Docks near the fort.

Most will want to cross back and forth in their auto, so you take the cable ferry. It never deviates from the path. Stable enough in all weather. A small tug sits alongside at the ferry’s midpoint to assist.

We’d hoped to anchor off Crown Point State Park for lunch but pushed on, not wanting to use one more ounce of diesel than necessary. Fumes I tell you. Perhaps on the return trip we can stop.

We quickly got the message that sailboats ruled the roost in the Lake; sure makes sense.

We fueled up and pumped out at the marina fuel dock. Their diesel price is very reasonable $2.49/gal considering they have no competition for miles. A ferry runs between Charlotte and Essex, NY, more recently it began operating all year.

Extra happiness arrived Thursday when Benj and Lily arrived bearing farm fresh veggies and flowers from Elmer Farm where Benj works in summer.

Very light and variable breeze permitted hanging out up top. Don’t we look so happy? Could this get much better? Wait and see.

Monday turned out to be a good travel day- no rain, thunderstorms or heavy winds for us thank you. Today we’d do three locks with the last two, C9 and C11 bringing us down to a lower elevation at Whitehall, NY. Would going down be less stressful than rising? Would I look out over the lock wall and see the dam? So much to worry! All for naught though. Dropping down is better! Less turbulence as the water flows out and we never got pushed too hard against the lock wall (Russ’s concern) which might pull the fenders up.

 

 

 

In the above photo you get an idea of how narrow the canal is. Imagine how skinny the original canal was at 40ft wide at the surface, 28ft at the bottom, with a depth of only 4ft.

Fort Ann docking option is much like Fort Edward. It’s roughly 40% of the way between Fort Edward and Whitehall. Might be a stop on the way back.

Herons started to become prolific, eagles not so much and still precious few osprey. Caught a fleeting glimpse of turtles sunning on fallen trees by the shore.

Mountains everywhere! Not the usual scenic background we are used to. Lovely though.

Whitehall bills itself as the birthplace of the U.S. Navy. The free public cement dock offers three power pedestals with water; we took the northern most spot. These cement dock walls, called “terminals” weren’t built for pleasure craft but to encourage commerce back in the day. Now, with little to no commercial boat traffic between Waterford and Whitehall, the walls make a great place for pleasure boats to tie up. Waterford also provides two floating docks on either end of the terminal wall, for smaller boats and kayaks, etc.

With two nights planned in Whitehall, we had plenty of time to check out what little the town had to offer.

Historic Grounds, a breakfast and lunch spot located in a former bank building across from the town park/docks enticed us in for lunch and for breakfast the following morning.

Huge portions from a moderate and creative menu, prompt, friendly service and you can order a popover at breakfast! Yummy baked goods at the counter widened by eyeballs, but I dared not even get close.

Russ had a little oops- for the second time in several days. But the breeze gently blew the shoe toward shore and he snagged it with a boat hook without tumbling in himself.

The final lock of the trip north would drop us down about 16 ft to an elevation of 96.5, according to our cheat sheet. Lake Champlain varies from this “normal” level during seasonal dry and wet times. Right now is a bit on the drier side.

The Skenesborough Museum- oh wait let me backtrack. The Brit who founded what is now Whitehall was Major Philip Skene, who built the barracks at Crown Point, then sold his commission in the British army to establish Skenesborough in 1759. This was the first permanent settlement on Lake Champlain- the very bottom skinny portion, aka the most northern part of the Champlain Canal. Since it was on one of two routes between the English and French colonies, Skenesborough grew to be a thriving trade center.

After the Major and his family were “forced to leave” in 1775 the town was later renamed Whitehall; after an English something-or-other; go figure.

Then we ate breakfast. 🙂

On day two of our stay, totally stuffed from that delicious breakfast (I had enough for my breakfast the next day)- and hey you couldn’t see in the photo, but the real Vermont maple syrup came cleverly served in an easy pour bottle.

Ok- back from my Dory-moment: we walked over to the Museum. A steal at $3, it offered just enough historical, balanced with items once owned by residents that were donated for the town’s bi-centennial celebration. The warehouse became the perfect display center, and when the event was finished, people said of their stuff, “you keep it.” And that’s how the museum came to be.

This shows roughly 90% of the entire museum portion of the building.

 

Sure glad none of the machines I ever owned looked like this. But the parts are all very recognizable.

 

 

 

The following day, Aug 9th we’d do the final leg of our trip to the Lake. Only one lock, yay! And finally we’d enter into Vermont territory. Still to come: Lake cruising, excitement in the mooring field, visits with family and friends and a surprise auto.