I should not let it get away that we made it through the Ballard Locks. I will admit that I was a little nervous but it all went well. We first went to fill up on fuel (Peggy was so impressed at how I could really rack it up at $4.00 per gallon).
After that it was past, or under, the Ballard and Fremont bridges. It was fun to watch them go up and down for the sail boats. 
When we got to the locks, the light was "red" so we tied up to the waiting area for awhile.
Then it was green light time. My fears melted away with Kim on the bow leading the way, and Rob manning the stern line.
A larger boat went in first and then a sail boat. Then it was our turn. To see if we would fit in with the sail boat the lockmaster yelled to Kim and Peg "What is you beam". When he got no reponse he again yelled "What is your beam". When he got no response, he used his many years of service to the Ballard Locks to assess the situation, and yell "How wide are you". So in we went to raft up with the sailboat. Only fifteen minutes later and it out onto the wild blue sea
