Well provisioned and with a plan, we set out crossing a number of small and expansive lakes linked by a series of narrow canals through the woods and wetlands facing fairly soon our biggest fear—justifiably so—about navigating such a bigger boat with the locks, sluices (Schleuse) before us. All different given the landscape, some vessels one can secure by hand or hook—though I was feeling my arms loosed from their sockets by the end of the day and the preferred method is tying them down with ropes and despite being somewhat of a knot enthusiast and knowing the ropes as it were in the case etymology and terminology, logic was failing in practical application and made the experience more stressful than needed. Regardless, we made it—I couldn’t imagine doing so during full-throttle tourist season with other big boats piloted by amateurs and gaggles of canoes.
Having stopped briefly in the village of Priepert to walk the dog—in my head I was calling it Pripyat like the Chernobyl disaster town, first no good reason and perfectly pleasant but not a lot outside the dock, we had to turn back from our goal towards Rheinsbergs in the southern reaches, as the sluices were already closing down early and many of the available harbours were shut for the public. We had to turn back in time to make the last connections and docked overnight back in Priepert.
synchronoptica
one year ago: more adventures in Frankonia wine country (with synchronoptica) plus proof of galaxies beyond our own
seven years ago: De Dion-Bouton four-wheeler, the storyboards of Sergei Eisenstein plus Trump visits Puerto Rico
eight years ago: Japanese joinery, a French driving hazard, a Mexican Bat Woman plus combatting typographical tofu
ten years ago: the demands of the Olympic Committee
eleven years ago: the Rushmore Syndrome
