We had thoroughly enjoyed our four day stay at SixHaven. With the free ferry to downtown Amsterdam a less than five minute walk away, it is a very convenient place from which to enjoy the city. Shortly after 1030 we slipped and headed out into the Noordzee Kanaal and almost immediately left it and entered the Noordhollandsch Kanaal and the Willemssluizen. In the lock we were joined by a cruiser named Stormvogel. The skipper pointed to his 't Eiland burgee from Aalsmeer, and said "that's Henks old boat".
We continued along to the Edam Museum, which is housed in a house built in 1550. Our museum pass gave us entry and the loan of small audio guide players, which are triggered by proximity switches to explain the various displays.
We wound our way back to Nieuwe Zorg and in the evening I prepared pork tenderloin with a crimini, shallot and garlic sauce, boiled baby potatoes and steamed broccoli, garnished with sliced tomatoes with shredded fresh basil.
On Sunday we explored the back lanes and small streets of Edam and relaxed onboard. On Monday we walked along the dikes to Volendam and among other things, enjoyed a fried sole sandwich from a waterfront fish shop.
We had spoken with the bridgekeeper on Saturday and learned the routine for passing through Edam. The descending schedule is 0930, 1130, 1400, 1600 and 1800, so on Monday morning at 1130 we set off. The first lift is a pair of wide, heavy traffic bridges, which leads to a short pound of about 25 metres length, where we needed to stop and wait for the keeper to close the two bridges behind us and restore traffic flow. Then the keeper pedalled down through a tunnel under the main roadway and began working on the third bridge while Edi held our bows to a pilon and I held the stern to another.
Once clear of the third bridge, we motored and drifted very slowly toward the Kwakelbrug, while the keeper pedalled along the canal bank to prepare the bridge for us.
The scene was idyllic as we slowly passed through the narrow wooden footbridge that Edi's great-grandfather once tended.
Looking back to the Kwakelbrug, we saw how close Edi's great-grandfather's house and the Kwakelbrug are to the boatyard, Scheepswerf Groot. She then recalled that her great-grandmother's maiden name was Groot. Bells rang! Some further investigation is certainly warranted.
As we slowly drifted down canal, the keeper pedalled ahead and began preparing the fifth bridge for us, closing gates to stop traffic, unlocking the mechanisms and activating the electric winch.
The canal is narrow, and passes through marvellous scenery, including the patio of the Hotel Fortuna, where we had sat on Sunday afternoon enjoying coffee and appeltaart. The sixth bridge is opened by hand, and as we passed under it, the bridgekeeper told us we could duck under the next bridge, the last one before the lock which would lead us out into the Markermeer.
As we approached the lock, the lights turned red and green, indicating that it was being prepared for us. We easily locked-through, and at 1221 we entered the Markermeer and turned northward. On the lake with us was a great variety boats, mostly sailing craft. Among the sailing craft were many old vessels, and as we motored north at 6 knots, we were slowly overtaken by a tjalk under sail.
The wind was blowing offshore about 12 to 15 knots and it was a wonderful beam reach for all of the boats sailing north and south along the coast. Without rig; however, Nieuwe Zorg had to contend with motoring with a steep chop slapping at her port beam.
At 1400 we were in the entrance to the harbour in Hoorn, deciding which place to try first for moorage. As we neared, Grashaven appeared the natural choice, so we entered and quickly found a guest dock with a small cabin and an intercom to the office. We were given a berth across the end of a finger and we moved to it and secured. We were in Hoorn, the place after which Cape Horn had been named, so in a way it was closing the loop on our rounding of the Cape in February.