Leaving Lake Onega, we entered the Vytegra River. We had to climb six locks, get into the watershed canal, then into the Kovzha River and then into the White Lake.
Not far up the river we passed the beginning of the Onega Canal. From the mouth to the first lock a little more than ten kilometers.
On the banks of the Vytegra we saw several gray herons
It was towards evening, and we hoped to pass the first, and, if we were lucky, the second lock, and spend the night in the Belousovsky reservoir. But our calculation turned out to be wrong. We approached the town, which bears the same name as the river, and contacted the lock controllers. We had to wait at least an hour for the lock, it was already getting dark, and the aunt-dispatcher told us that we would not go far today. I note that aunt dispatchers are a little more harmful than male dispatchers who are always ready to meet halfway. The fact is that at night, according to the rules, small boats do not lock. But we did not become upsetto ayatsya, especially since they found an excellent place to park near the embankment of the oil depot. From here it was possible to go to the store and conveniently take a taxi to go with canisters to the gas station.
Katya and I went to the store, while Kolya stayed on duty on the boat. I must say that our food supplies were so depleted that we almost screamed with joy when we got to the local "Dixie" and immediately bought half of the products there) And so, loaded with bags, we left the store and tried to catch a car. It wasn't there! Apparently, voting is not customary here, and in short dashes, from time to time stopping for a breather, we set off on our way back to the boat. And we had to walk two kilometers. Halfway we died))) And then approaching ust car, the door and trunk open, the driver kindly seats us in the salon! Already unloading at the boat, we found out that the taxi driver was following the clients exactly to the house where we could not continue our journey) The clients hesitated somewhere, and the taxi driver mistook us for them)) And I already asked to go with him to the gas station and loaded the canisters. Passing by that unhurried couple, we called a car by phone for them too)))
When I got back, we had a little party.
And in the morning we were already waiting in line for locking at the quay wall of lock No. 1.
When water was let into the lock chamber, some strange foam appeared, then I couldn’t wash it off the sides until the end of the trip, but this, of course, is not the worst thing that can happen)) ...
In Vytegra, immediately after the 1st lock, there is a submarine. It houses a museum. But how it was brought here is not very clear ...
We were very lucky that day. We passed the first lock alone, got on the "green road" and further, the remaining five locks, we were not waiting for anyone. You go into the gateway, a hefty gate closes behind you ...
You throw the bow and stern mooring lines on a large hook on the float: it is called the "eye", and it lowers and rises along with the water level in the chamber
And you wait until the chamber is filled with water ... wait an average of 15-20 minutes ... Sometimes you need to push the bow or stern away from the wall, that's all ...
Looking back: you can see how far we have risen above the level of the previous section ...
The gates open, the traffic light turns green, and the dispatcher tells you if there are oncoming ships and wishes you a safe journey)
The Vytegorsk locks are located close to each other, now we are already at the next one, in its chamber there is now some kind of oncoming ship, it will sink, and we will continue to rise.
In the meantime, we are standing at the wall and watching the chick of the river tern, ten minutes have passed, and he has already got used to us))
The lock chamber is emptying, the ship is lowering to our level...
And we got closer to the chick.
The ship exits the lock. Often we saw how large ships wedged in the chamber. Wooden beams in the form of rails are nailed along their sides, judging by their appearance, not a single locking goes smoothly)))
On the gates of the lock chamber there are also wooden chippers, and, obviously, for a reason...
We do not have time to get out of the third gateway - as here it is, the fourth))
And the fifth one! The total height difference of six Vytegorsk locks is 80m!
Approaching the wall of the sixth, last, gateway, I turn on the reverse to stop, and I understand that there is no reverse gear .... What a surprise. I turn on the forward motion, vibrations, slurred movement (which was enough to move away from the wall), the force on the steering wheel increases so that I can no longer turn it, and the forward gear also disappears. First thought - "Damn! We lost the screw!"
We deploy the staysail and try to go to the second circle in order to try to moor to the wall, but there is almost no wind and we are blown aground by the opposite shore. I jump into the water - the screw is in place)) - the rest is fixable!
Get into the engine compartment. It turns out that the shaft was disconnected from the reverse gear. I climb into the water to push it back (the screw on the driven shaft rested on the steering pen, so I couldn’t turn the steering wheel), Kolya in the engine compartment is trying to construct a temporary mount. Katya runs between us, providing communication)) We talked with the dispatcher, asked to warn the ships leaving the lock to go at low speed and not to start a wave.
Somehow they fixed it, joyfully (would I know, when I smiled, how many more times this knot will please us!))))
But we don’t go to the gateway, we retreat 2 km back to a pretty island, check everything again and relax. After the lock, a watershed canal begins, it is narrow and there will be no parking spaces there.
We check everything again, twist and double-check. We walk around the island. A few blueberries grow here, but after the Devil's Nose, this amount seems negligible. I frightened off some large bird, it looks like a black grouse, but I didn’t have time to determine for sure. Found an unusual caterpillar...
And strange mushrooms. After them, Katya made me wash my hands for a long time (yes, I touched them))), but they seemed very appetizing to me))
The water here is still clear, but is already acquiring a reddish tint.
Early in the morning we weigh anchor, check the reverse gas several times. Everything works, we go to the gateway. But just like yesterday, we are no longer lucky, we are waiting in line for locking for more than five hours
Moored to the wall of the lock, I felt something was wrong. It seemed to me that the effort on the steering wheel was again excessive. I climbed into the motor one - it is, the shaft was disconnected again. I still can’t understand how miraculously I managed to somehow fix it in the clutch in order to get out of the airlock on my own. And here we were lucky again - immediately after the lock on the left was an unused dilapidated mooring wall, to which we moored to continue the repair.
But the repair - tomorrow - and now (it's already evening again), a feast about a well-located mooring wall!)))
In the morning, Katya and I went to Vytegra, there should be stores with spare parts. The path lay on a rubber boat to the shore, then two kilometers through a wet forest (by the way, with large strawberries!))), a kilometer along a country road and to a bus stop. For us, who had lost the habit of walking at all, and even more so for such distances, the road seemed endless :))) At the bus stop there was a half-empty auto parts store, there was nothing we needed in it, and we asked the saleswoman if the buses run often. "Yes, often, two or three times a day for sure!"... Discouraged, we trudged to the stopku and began to look at local houses, which are at least 80 years old .. And then a Zhiguli with two girls stopped near us, who offered to give us a lift to Vytegra! Along the way, it turned out that one of them, the one who was driving, works in spare parts herself - she showed us all the shops in the town and told us where everything was) The only thing we did not find was a radius wrench for tightening the nut on the coupling. Nobody here has ever heard of this...
The bearing puller didn't quite fit, so I built my own, using a piece of store bought and nine different sized shackles. Here it is - the triumph of technical thought!)))
And the key had to be adjusted to size ...
The repair took all day... As soon as we appeared on the deck, we were attacked by terns nesting on the dilapidated remains of the quay wall.
Disgruntled parent, and behind two chicks
On the morning of the next day, we nevertheless left the gateway number six, which had already become familiar to us))))
To be continued...