By 3pm we found ourselves on Commercial Street in downtown Honesdale and by 3.30pm on the first day after our last decent meal we were excited to finally be underway.

Just out of Honesdale and after a few false starts in finding the right route, the canal follows US 6 which itself runs close to the railroad and the Lackawaxen River and we decided to stay on the road as the canal is so heavily built over. At points we felt as though we were following an elusive piece of industrial mythology due to how difficult it was to locate and remain on the canal.

After a couple of miles of walking the road we finally found the canal itself, through the trees, by the river and we climbed on to the old towpath.

Some sections up until this point were marked by barely perceptible indentations in the ground but here the canal was in relatively good condition and we kept walking through the trees and scrub. We have travelled an estimated 5 miles today which considering our late start is pretty good going and so we find ourselves pitched up on the towpath in the woods just beyond lock 33 and close to White Mills (102). The river is reassuringly present on our right side, the railroad seems to be stalking us the entire way skulking in the forest on the other side of the river and the canal drops about seven feet away to the left with the road beyond that. Hidden from view we have slung our hammocks across the width of the towpath where we will sleep. It was around seven in the evening when we set up camp and after a granola bars and beef jerky dinner we are about to spend our first night in the embrace of the remains of the canal.

By 3pm we found ourselves on Commercial Street in downtown Honesdale and by 3.30pm on the first day after our last decent meal we were excited to finally be underway.

Just out of Honesdale and after a few false starts in finding the right route, the canal follows US 6 which itself runs close to the railroad and the Lackawaxen River and we decided to stay on the road as the canal is so heavily built over. At points we felt as though we were following an elusive piece of industrial mythology due to how difficult it was to locate and remain on the canal.

After a couple of miles of walking the road we finally found the canal itself, through the trees, by the river and we climbed on to the old towpath.

Some sections up until this point were marked by barely perceptible indentations in the ground but here the canal was in relatively good condition and we kept walking through the trees and scrub. We have travelled an estimated 5 miles today which considering our late start is pretty good going and so we find ourselves pitched up on the towpath in the woods just beyond lock 33 and close to White Mills (102). The river is reassuringly present on our right side, the railroad seems to be stalking us the entire way skulking in the forest on the other side of the river and the canal drops about seven feet away to the left with the road beyond that. Hidden from view we have slung our hammocks across the width of the towpath where we will sleep. It was around seven in the evening when we set up camp and after a granola bars and beef jerky dinner we are about to spend our first night in the embrace of the remains of the canal.