It is a busy time of year on the St. Lawrence River. There are many pleasure crafts and lakers that run up and down the river through the locks carrying cargo. The first time I saw a Laker coming from each side and meeting each other it was amazing to me. They would blow their horns to let the other know where they were. One would stand aside and let the other pass. I still never get tired of seeing them after almost 30 years.