Day Five: From Breakfast to Baldwinsville
Shortly, I heard a piercing, unfamiliar bird call. An osprey arose from a tree and flew back and forth in our wake. I distictly felt the bird was saying ‘good morning’ and thanking us for stirring fish up to the surface.
We had 37 miles to cover today. The canal here is very much like a river with natural turns and muddy banks. In fact it is a river, a section of the Seneca River. Woods, cottages and farms dotted the shore. The river, lined with deep sections of cat tail reeds, wound through the Montezuma wetlands.
We followed the river through a number of twisty turns. In fact, we missed one turn and motored obliviously down a cottage lined waterway until the passage ahead seemed just too narrow. Slowing to a near stop, we heard shouting behind us. “You guys missed the turn. Back up!”
We kept up the pace, not stopping for lunch. At 2:00 PM we entered Baldwinsville and spotted two other Richardson boats already tied to the public dock. We made it!