Anchorage at Beaurivage
I find it amusing when I remember all of us sitting at anchor at the Chrysler Park Marina and agreeing that "it's not far to Prescott" - our expectation being that we would arrive in the early afternoon. We kept forgetting that "not far" becomes "kinda far" when you meet a 3 knot current and your speed dips to less than 4 knots. We forgot that we were still in "slogging up the river" territory.
From Prescott to Brockville was a lovely unexpected cruising day. We turned off the motor and current or not, sailed all day - and at acceptable speeds - often at as much as 5 knots. (See how our definition of "speed" had changed?)
Warren was waiting for the moment when we sailed under the Ivy Lea bridge when we be truly back in the islands and out of the current. True enough, it was very nice to be "back".