It is 0515am, the air is crisp and cools the lungs awakening the cells in slumber to a magical misty picture on the water ahead on the Erie Canal. There is a hint of light giving way for sight of trees and water amidst the bright green and red markers ahead half a mile.
After the usual routine of checking the oil, firing up the electronic navigation system, pressing multiple switches on the control panel for intruments ,turn the key, imagining it starting, pressing the start button and saying thank you to the angels. Coffee is on and Phil releases the lines and we are off for a second and final day on the canals.
We are in Oneida Lake now and will be in Oswego by 6pm tonight.
I finally got internet last night and caught up on some phone calls to dear friends until 1130pm! What fun!

Mmm... I can smell fresh bread and hear Dylan whisking eggs up in a metal bowl to I am sure create a very tasty breakfast. Bryn is using the egg carton as a drum, providing musical support and entertainment for Dylan, the chef. Oh... I smell bacon now...I do love the smell of hickory. Chantelle is reading, yes, Harry Potter, Phil is at the helm and Karl has his best friend little black box, PSP, close in hand eyes, body and especially fingers fully engaged in another world of wonder.
I am off, will blog more later...