Friday, August 23, 2013

Enter: To Make a Beginning {Intuition Diaries}


Enter His gates with thanksgiving,
and His courts with praise!
Give thanks to Him; praise His name! 
(Psalm 100:4 ESV)

Guard gate along the Erie Canal

During the time the trailer was in for repairs, we drove over to visit my aunt. We had a nice dinner and shared photos, but as always our time together was too short. We spent the evening in a town near the repair shop. When we got up that morning we had no idea what to expect. But to our surprise the trailer was ready to be picked up by noon that very day. And our keys had arrived. 




We picked up the boat and keys, and trucked our way over to Buffalo. We got to the marina just as the sun was setting. 

Thursday morning, we entered the boating phase of our trip. We cruised from the Buffalo harbor over to the Black Rock Canal, which bypasses the Niagara River in order to get over to the Tonawanda area, where the Erie Canal begins.


Buffalo Marina





We will be crossing the entire canal, which is 338 miles long. Part of our adventure includes going through 35 locks. We started with the Black Rock Lock. After stopping in North Tonawanda, where we visited the Carousel Museum, we went through the first lock system in Lockport, which is a double lock. 



Entering the Lockport double lock system


Leaving the second lock at Lockport


Looking back into the double lock


Going through a lock is like driving your boat into a huge bathtub, then securing your boat to the side while the water drains. Or if you are locking up the canal, the water fills while your boat bobs on the side. To get into the locks, you enter huge gates. As we enter and exit the locks, I marvel at the ingenuity of the engineering and the majesty of nature combined.

On the Erie Canal system also has Lift Bridges and Guard Gates. The bridges lift to let boats pass under. In the winter the gates are lowered to allow the canal to drain, and they also manage water levels during times of flooding.


Lift Bridges


Taking a journey offers many moments of wonder and surprise. And so the journey of faith. We never know what might be around the next bend. But God always provides, always care and always delights in us.



Plants growing in wall of Black Rock Lock

Lockport used to be a Five Flight lock, meaning five locks in succession. 

Good-bye Lockport!


A couple of surprises so far on this trip have been the trailer incident and last night we experienced the bounty of community. 

We stopped in a little town east of Lockport, where the city provides docking along the canal wall with free electricity. Next to each spot, someone planted a barrel of tomatoes, cabbages and herbs. This morning I clipped a bit of fresh rosemary and cilantro for future meals. 


Sunset at Gasport


For dinner we walked over to the Canalside Inn, a local establishment where we ordered Beef on Weck, a western New York delicacy. The table next to us ordered theirs, but were told they were out. That sparked a friendly banter about us taking their meal. We mentioned we were from out of town, and they forgave us. We asked about a place to get ice, and the offered to go get us a bag. They delivered it to us and admired the boat, swapping stories since they were fellow boaters. One of the couples own a marina on the other side of the lift bridge, and the other had traveled the canal several times, so they gave us some tips for the stops ahead. Companionship along the way is always welcomed.



Lift bridge closed for the night at Gasport





Lift up your heads, O gates!
And be lifted up, O ancient doors,
that the King of glory may come in!
(Psalm 24:7 ESV)



4 comments:

  1. Hey Kel,
    Happy journeying. Just thought of this song, which I think is a good send-off for your journey--that part about knowing your neighbor!:
    I've got a mule, and her name is Sal,
    Fif-teen miles on the Er-ie canal,
    She's a good ol' worker and a good ol' pal,
    Fifteen miles on the Er-ie can-al,
    We've hauled some barges in our day,
    Filled with lum-ber coal and hay,
    And ev'ry inch of the way we know
    From Al-ba-ny to Buff-a-lo OH

    Chorus

    Low bridge ev'-ry bod-y down,
    Low bridge for we're com-in to a town,
    And you al-ways know your neighbor,
    You'll always know your pal,
    If you've ev-er navigated on the Er-ie can-al

    Lynni again: I learned this song when I was young. My daughter wondered what on earth I was playing! :-) But I love how you are getting to know your neighbor as you travel about. We did that recently in England and Scotland. Some of the best parts of the trip for me were talking to the "natives"! We also saw boats that travel the rivers, such as in Stratford on Avon of Shakespeare fame. Hey, Kel, you'll love this: Sheridan says we should start referreing to our city as St. Louis on Mississippi! Doncha love it? Have a great trip and see you when you're back. Can't wait for your collage class.
    Love
    Lynni

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    1. Lynni- Thank you for posting the lyrics...so many have made reference to this song and I never knew what the chorus said...I am sure we sang this growing up in western New York...how fun that you sang it for Sheridan...it will be fun to catch up when I return!
      Love-Kel

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  2. Actually, I tried to post the link to the song here, so everyone could have heard an old guy "twang it out," =] but it would not post. But anyone could Google it. What fun. I had forgotten that you are not a native St. Louisan. Have a wonderful trip! You are an adventurer. You and Les will need to travel through the locks of England next! Now that would be exciting!
    Love
    Lynni

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  3. Hey Kel - I love these photos and how God is answering prayer... even for companionship of others! I love the photos - and seeing sights I have never seen before through your eyes. That little diddy Lynni just thrummed out is fun!
    Miss you - have fun!
    Hugs,
    Kelly

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