Please do not say we were avoiding chores. We say we were getting out of the house and doing a bit of City Shopping. We got take-out lunch from the Lockview, including broiled whitefish for meeee. Mmmmm. We drove to a nearby parking spot where we had a view of the downstream end of the locks. There was no traffic up- or down-bound.
It wasn’t as dark as it looks here, just low late sunlight. And wind. Gusty wind. I walked into a couple of gusts where I had to really work to keep my pace even. Not scary gusts, but: still. [Lady Mallard scared me taking off again. This has been happening for what? Two weeks? She needs to fly south, I keep thinking.]