There were three more locks to go through on the western side of the canal. The nice part about the locks in Florida is that all the lines are already there hanging down for you to just grab and tie up to. All of the locks just crack open the gates to let the water in or out. This raises or lowers the boat. The biggest difference in height was nine feet. This side of Florida is much more rural. Between the locks we passed all sorts of cows who continued to munch on grass and ignore us no mattered how nicely we mooed. Fields of oranges looked ready to be picked. At the last lock, a crowd had gathered just to watch all the boats pass by.