Back in the waterway, our day yesterday was productive by our eastward miles made, and relaxing by Chickadee standards.
I finally finished sewing the last of our ripped dodger spots, so my fingers are not only calloused, but crossed that no new gaps open up before we leave. We’re hoping to budget for a replacement this coming season, as this one is on its last legs, but at least it’s buttoned up for now.
The girls played for hours, we crafted, they watched movies, and then spent quite a bit of time drying the boat out after a huge powerboat flew by and their wake sent a wall of water down below (onto our bunk, yay!) through the open hatches. Thank goodness it was a beautiful calm day (hence hatches open), so we were able to get most things dried out, but certainly not before I had lovely thoughts about what karma might do to rude boaters.
Our day’s highlight was going through Franklin Lock before landing in LaBelle, what is supposed to be a cute little town that we’ve not yet seen. There is free dockage here, across a little road from a library that we visited yesterday afternoon, but this morning I’ll take a peek at town (or its grocery store, more specifically) before we head eastward still.
The man who will heel the boat over for us has just realized that Sunday is Easter, so we’re pressing forward a bit quicker to get there by tomorrow. If the boatyard doesn’t have room for us on the dock yet, we’ll find a spot elsewhere to tuck in and begin our ‘undoing’ process. Waaaaaahh…