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lift in the lower lock is about 25’ but the Upper is double that at 50’. This is the highest
lifting lock on the Mississippi. Again
both of the St Anthony’s Locks have floating pins. When approaching the
top of the lift in the Upper Lock I talked with one of the lockmasters. He commented that the
lockmaster from the lower lock had called him and told him to watch how
I locked through. He said I needed to stay around and offer lessons to
other pleasure boaters. At
first I didn’t understand what I was doing that caught their
interest. He went on to explain that most small boater enter
the chamber and secure the boat by attaching a bowline to the pin. Then they struggle
throughout the lockage trying to keep the boat off the lock wall as the
filling water swirls and moves the boat about.
With the Upper St Anthony’s lock behind me I now have completed lockage on all 29 locks of the Mississippi River.
The remainder to the trip is fairly uneventful with the exception of my little out of channel experience mentioned in the opening. My final lockage back at Lock 13 is shared with a riverboat paddlewheel – the target="_blank">Celebration Belle. As we departed the lock the shrill notes of the calliope whistled a tune. It seems fitting that I end the trip along with others whom have boarded a boat and decided to explore the Upper Mississippi. Yes, their accommodations were different than mine but we both shared a common experience that will not soon be forgotten.
Indeed,
the northern section Upper Mississippi was far more picturesque than I
had ever imagined. The towering bluffs, lush islands and sand
beaches reflect little of the views found farther south. In fact, this trip may
well have changed my mind about the direction of my future boating. I have long held the goal
of someday completing the Great Circle.
And although I may still do that it is no longer the
main focus of my plans when I am able to retire and spend longer
periods of time on the water.
Plus one major factor that has been missing with almost all my trips is my wife of 35 years. I want her to share the experience with me. To discover what’s around the next river’s bend. To sleep where sounds are few and stars seem close enough to touch. We can do that on the rivers. And maybe someday while wandering afar we will find what drives me to be out there. I still can’t explain it. Perhaps never will. But searching for it is, and will continue to be a joy.
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