Our last day on the Rideau, the scenery changed dramatically. For the 15 miles to Kingston, no more islands and rock cliffs, just farmland, shallow lakes, and marshland. At Brewer Lock we met a couple of canoe-campers and we found one of their tent pegs. They were off at dawn, and we never caught up to return the peg.
The last lock station, Kingston Mills, consists of 4 locks and a swing bridge build right over the top lock. It was quite an engineering feat to build this station, solid granite most of the way down.
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| Lock was filled to the brim |
We didn't have to wait for the causeway bridge which has scheduled openings. There is a lower clearance channel off to one side. We let Daybreak go first this time since his air draft is only 14 ft. He was able touch the bridge bottom from his flybridge, so we knew that Adagio had about a foot between the bridge and our masthead light. We did proceed with extreme caution!
We arrived before noon, so we went out for lunch (again). Ron tried "Breakfast Poutine." We took naps and went out for dinner, and again Kenny picked the wine. He always tells me..."I'm going to pour this, but you don't have to drink it". I've emptied every glass of wine he's poured for me:)
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