We were examining the charts this morning trying to determine where we could dock for the night tonight and Dave suggested "Mareenar Marina" (that is exactly how Dave pronounced it). Reminded me of the line of the father from the movie "Christmas Story"; "Frajeelee (fragile), it must be Italian". I asked to take a look at the charts and agreed the marina was just about the right distance and offered all of the services we require then corrected Dave on his pronunciation of the marina's name; "Dave, the name is Mariner's Marina, not Mareenars Marina". Dave responded "Whatever, just start the motors". The rest of the day (probably the trip) we fondly called him "Mareenar Dave".
Our day went perfect and we docked around 4:00 at Mariners Marina on the eastern shore of Oneida Lake. The day could have been boring except for the beautiful scenery, cool locks, other boats to see, lively conversation, and the adolescent fun of calling Dave a Mareenar.
New crew; Chris, Kenny, and Dave. It took 3 men to take Bills place. |
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View from the dock this morning, almost looks like a double negative. |
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Chris really misses his dogs. |
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"Mareenar Dave" |
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A friendly lock master. |
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The bottom of lock 17, the Erie Canals highest lock @ 41 feet. |
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After being raised 41 feet we are almost ready to leave the lock, just another 2 feet of water. |
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