It was so relaxing that the captain became just another bump on a log.
Life in the slow lane, watching the clams move along the sandy bottom.
What great patterns they made. We called them clamoglyphics.
This is the break in the old train tracks that creates an opening from Mallets Bay into Lake Champlain.
Two ships that pass in the night day.
Entrance into the Gut, a large bay before the bascule bridge that leads to the inland sea.
The old bridge is forever under construction.
The bridgetender's tower looks medieval.
At this point we turned around, but were a bit disappointed that we didn't quite make it to Burton Island State Park (where we spent the worst thunderstorm conditions we've ever encountered one year while camper-boating). Hopefully we will return next season to spend time on this island, with its great hiking trails.
We buzzed back across the lake to the New York side and stopped for a break at Crab Island. We could really see how low the water is getting.
The calm weather stayed with us the whole day though. We certainly did luck out this time around!
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