Showing posts with label Erie Canal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Erie Canal. Show all posts
Monday, August 31, 2020
Friday, August 28, 2020
This is why we can't have nice things
Boat guest says ‘N-word’ keyed into car after canal dinner cruise in Fairport: A live band, food and friends… all while going down the Erie Canal in Fairport. Chaz Bruce hosted the event, called the “All White Boat Cruise”, with guests donning bright white clothing. He says the evening was a big hit.
Until it wasn't.
Sunday, August 9, 2020
Lock 32
Okay, here's some pictures of me being all action man at Lock 32.
And here I am making sure the gates are ready to open for another Colonial Belle sunset cruise. This photo was taken by Senior Deckhand-in-training, Jolene.
Monday, October 16, 2017
Tour Boat Comes On Hard, Several Drinks Spilled
FAIRPORT, NEW YORK — The touring vessel Colonial Belle ended it’s 22nd cruising season on Sunday with a severe mishap in Lock 32 in Pittsford, NY. The boat was returning to the lock chamber when it came on hard against the lock wall.
“It was horrifying!” said one passenger, “This little guy? With red hair? Dressed like a pirate? He sold me a Grey Goose and soda for $9. I almost spilled it!”
The boats Captain, the legendary Kaitlynn McHenry said “I blame the crew. You just can’t get good help these days.”
Senior Deckhand and First Mate Dre Elmore had this to say: “I don’t get enough sleep. I have a rash. I just can’t seem to focus anymore. The sun was in my eyes. Also, I’m all out of Red Bull.”
The boats owner, Mona, could not be reached for comment.
“It was horrifying!” said one passenger, “This little guy? With red hair? Dressed like a pirate? He sold me a Grey Goose and soda for $9. I almost spilled it!”
The boats Captain, the legendary Kaitlynn McHenry said “I blame the crew. You just can’t get good help these days.”
Senior Deckhand and First Mate Dre Elmore had this to say: “I don’t get enough sleep. I have a rash. I just can’t seem to focus anymore. The sun was in my eyes. Also, I’m all out of Red Bull.”
The boats owner, Mona, could not be reached for comment.
Monday, October 9, 2017
One and Done
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| photo by Kaitlynn McHenry |
She lines up with the liftbridge, but why is she turning? It’s a dream. You don’t have to turn the boat for departure, she’s always pointed west, towards the bridge. It’s a dream.
You throw her into gear and jam on the throttle. The bow rises up in protest and then settles and she gets to moving fast.
There are people along the dock, and on boats, watching, something curious is happening, but they can’t place just what.
The liftbridge looms. No radio call, no request for a lift. The boat settles down into the water and gains speed. There is no stopping her now.
The clang of the bell and the forlorn bugle of the horn as the bridge operator hits too many buttons at once. But it’s too late. The bridge lurches upwards, too slow, far too slow. And the boat continues forward.
The bow impacts the bottom truss of the bridge and crumples in a tin-foil ball as sparks fly.
Sparks fly.
The people up front are throwing themselves to the floor. There are screams.
You kick the throttle forward. Your face is contorted into a rictus of joy. The noise, the shrieking of steel on steel, it’s something you imagined a long time ago.
That first time when a man asked you about being a woman captain.
Sparks fly.
It’s only a dream. You wake up.
Lunch cruise today. 11:30 crew call.
One and done.
Sunday, September 17, 2017
The smaller the boat the bigger the asshole
One of the worst aspects of being a dockmaster on the Erie Canal is having to deal with boats that throw a wake.
You see, the speed limit on the Erie Canal is ten miles an hour, but in a zone where there are boats docked, that drops down to 5 miles an hour and/or NO WAKE.
Every vessel is different; some boats throw a wake at lower than 5 MPH. PWC (personal watercraft, jet skis) throw a wake just looking at the water. You don’t even have to start them up.
Anyway, the point is, the only way you can know if you’re throwing a wake IS TO LOOK OVER YOUR SHOULDER BEHIND YOUR BOAT. The gauges in your fancy boat, even if they read six knots (which is faster than 5 MPH BTW) will not tell you if your snowflake of a boat makes other boats jump up in their berths and crash into concrete walls in a way that upsets all and everything aboard.
Only your eyes can tell you this. Waves and whitewater. If you got that, you got wake.
Lets back up a bit.
A wake is a wave produced by a boat moving through the water. I know that sounds simple, but you would be amazed at how many people with too much money and not enough sense have no idea what the term means.
They can buy a boat, why can’t they put it up on plane in a harbor where other boats are docked? They have no idea. And if you yell at them from the dock, they get pissed, because hey, they spent a lot of money, and shouldn’t have to pay attention to rules, and politeness, and understanding of how water and boats work. Money, gas, throttle, zoooooooooooom!
The title of this piece refers to the fact that large boats require skill; so generally, and I do mean generally, the larger the boat, the more skilled and conscientious the captain. This rule has its exceptions, but generally, it’s true.
Smaller boats require less investment, which scales with less intelligence and/or knowledge of the rules of the road. And by intelligence, I mean if you spend a fuckton of money on a boat, you might learn how to use it. Again, this does not follow with my experience of boaters. Even huge boat captains can be assholes. But generally, that’s not the case.
Anyway, the funniest exchange we had this season was early on when a 40+ yacht of recent vintage ($400,000 by my least estimate) rolled up into Fairport at a smarter than polite clip. They hailed the bridge, and asked for a lift. As dockmaster I gave a warning. The radio exchange went something like this:
FAST BOAT: Fairport bridge, we’d like a lift.
FAIRPORT BRIDGE: I’ll get her right up.
DOCK MASTER: Uh, Westbound vessel, this is a no wake zone, please mind your wake.
FAST BOAT: Roger that Dockmaster, we’ve got an inboard 37 computerized navigation system, we have to maintain this speed for bare steerage
DOCK MASTER: (long pause) I’ll give you points for the excuse.
FAST BOAT: (laughter from the crew in the background) It’s no excuse, I've been a captain for two years now, and I have to maintain bare steerage.
DOCK MASTER: (no response)
Because what do you say to that? That’s a lot of money for a boat that doesn’t go slow? How do you dock? Do helicopters follow you around and throw you a line when you want to stop? The crew was guffawing in the background, because they knew their captain was full of shit. I’ve been a captain for ten minutes and I know BS when I smell it.
The truth is, It’s just easier on everyone involved to slow down. Shit, you have to stop anyway until the bridge is up. It’s like racing up to a stop light. What is the point?
Today was just another example of why boats should be licensed just like aircraft.
We were getting ready to get underway on the Belle when this 34 foot Rinker came roaring through the harbor ON PLANE. The Colonial Belle Captain was the first to give them a shout. I was on the dock and yelled. Bob, our new dockmaster piped up. Meanwhile, all the poor boats in the harbor were slamming into the concrete and the pilings were leaning out in a scary kinda way. The captains excuse on the Rinker? “We didn’t know the rules.”
If you don’t know enough not to throw a dangerous wake in a harbor where other boats are docked, you need to park your boat and give the fucking keys to someone who has the sense not to be a dangerous piece of shit. Seriously. I want to know what these guys think when a boat goes by and slams their expensive beauty into a wall? But then again, I’m giving them the benefit of the doubt. They don’t think that far ahead.
“We didn’t know the rules.” He said this on the radio. Now, let’s disregard the fact that you couldn’t use this excuse if you drove at 70 miles an hour through a school zone. Let’s look at the fact that we often load up to ten wheelchair-restricted senior citizens on the Colonial Belle. What if this yahoo had been planing by at that time? What if he knocked our ramp off and spilled an eighty year old on the dock?
Don’t throw a wake around other boats. It’s that simple. It should be printed on every console on every boat in the World.
And word to the wise, it’s how we spot the real boaters from the fakes.
You see, the speed limit on the Erie Canal is ten miles an hour, but in a zone where there are boats docked, that drops down to 5 miles an hour and/or NO WAKE.
Every vessel is different; some boats throw a wake at lower than 5 MPH. PWC (personal watercraft, jet skis) throw a wake just looking at the water. You don’t even have to start them up.
Anyway, the point is, the only way you can know if you’re throwing a wake IS TO LOOK OVER YOUR SHOULDER BEHIND YOUR BOAT. The gauges in your fancy boat, even if they read six knots (which is faster than 5 MPH BTW) will not tell you if your snowflake of a boat makes other boats jump up in their berths and crash into concrete walls in a way that upsets all and everything aboard.
Only your eyes can tell you this. Waves and whitewater. If you got that, you got wake.
Lets back up a bit.
A wake is a wave produced by a boat moving through the water. I know that sounds simple, but you would be amazed at how many people with too much money and not enough sense have no idea what the term means.
They can buy a boat, why can’t they put it up on plane in a harbor where other boats are docked? They have no idea. And if you yell at them from the dock, they get pissed, because hey, they spent a lot of money, and shouldn’t have to pay attention to rules, and politeness, and understanding of how water and boats work. Money, gas, throttle, zoooooooooooom!
The title of this piece refers to the fact that large boats require skill; so generally, and I do mean generally, the larger the boat, the more skilled and conscientious the captain. This rule has its exceptions, but generally, it’s true.
Smaller boats require less investment, which scales with less intelligence and/or knowledge of the rules of the road. And by intelligence, I mean if you spend a fuckton of money on a boat, you might learn how to use it. Again, this does not follow with my experience of boaters. Even huge boat captains can be assholes. But generally, that’s not the case.
Anyway, the funniest exchange we had this season was early on when a 40+ yacht of recent vintage ($400,000 by my least estimate) rolled up into Fairport at a smarter than polite clip. They hailed the bridge, and asked for a lift. As dockmaster I gave a warning. The radio exchange went something like this:
FAST BOAT: Fairport bridge, we’d like a lift.
FAIRPORT BRIDGE: I’ll get her right up.
DOCK MASTER: Uh, Westbound vessel, this is a no wake zone, please mind your wake.
FAST BOAT: Roger that Dockmaster, we’ve got an inboard 37 computerized navigation system, we have to maintain this speed for bare steerage
DOCK MASTER: (long pause) I’ll give you points for the excuse.
FAST BOAT: (laughter from the crew in the background) It’s no excuse, I've been a captain for two years now, and I have to maintain bare steerage.
DOCK MASTER: (no response)
Because what do you say to that? That’s a lot of money for a boat that doesn’t go slow? How do you dock? Do helicopters follow you around and throw you a line when you want to stop? The crew was guffawing in the background, because they knew their captain was full of shit. I’ve been a captain for ten minutes and I know BS when I smell it.
The truth is, It’s just easier on everyone involved to slow down. Shit, you have to stop anyway until the bridge is up. It’s like racing up to a stop light. What is the point?
Today was just another example of why boats should be licensed just like aircraft.
We were getting ready to get underway on the Belle when this 34 foot Rinker came roaring through the harbor ON PLANE. The Colonial Belle Captain was the first to give them a shout. I was on the dock and yelled. Bob, our new dockmaster piped up. Meanwhile, all the poor boats in the harbor were slamming into the concrete and the pilings were leaning out in a scary kinda way. The captains excuse on the Rinker? “We didn’t know the rules.”
If you don’t know enough not to throw a dangerous wake in a harbor where other boats are docked, you need to park your boat and give the fucking keys to someone who has the sense not to be a dangerous piece of shit. Seriously. I want to know what these guys think when a boat goes by and slams their expensive beauty into a wall? But then again, I’m giving them the benefit of the doubt. They don’t think that far ahead.
“We didn’t know the rules.” He said this on the radio. Now, let’s disregard the fact that you couldn’t use this excuse if you drove at 70 miles an hour through a school zone. Let’s look at the fact that we often load up to ten wheelchair-restricted senior citizens on the Colonial Belle. What if this yahoo had been planing by at that time? What if he knocked our ramp off and spilled an eighty year old on the dock?
Don’t throw a wake around other boats. It’s that simple. It should be printed on every console on every boat in the World.
And word to the wise, it’s how we spot the real boaters from the fakes.
Thursday, September 14, 2017
Jumping
Jumping is the best thing in the world. There you are, out on the port side, line in hand, waiting, waiting, waiting. You’re a rock star. Everyone is looking at you, out on the nose of that boat. The captain don’t matter, the passengers don’t matter. You have a mission. You’re gonna put this boat on the dock.
Let’s back up.
If you’ve spent any time in Fairport, during the summer, you’ve seen the Colonial Belle come into port. And there’s always that deckhand, out there, on the port side, with line in hand, waiting to jump off the boat and put the eye around the cleat.
Because that’s how we do it. Port bow line, then spring, then stern. This is how we make this 60 ton vessel fast to the the dock.
We call it jumping, but it’s really a three foot step; though as the boat is closing in, that can look both far and wide.
The rule is, one hand for you, one hand for the boat. The unspoken rule is, grab enough line and enough slack, so the senior deckhand up top doesn't short you and you don't end up in the canal.
Deckhands have fallen in. Now we have to wear an inflatable life vest. Because deckhands fell in.
Anyway, the boat comes up the channel, then, full stop. you look down, and there's nothing but water. The captains don't want any forward inertia. You don't want to get wet.
You can feel it, out there on the rail when the captain kicks it back into gear. Then they do this whole Tokyo Drift maneuver, and the boat is turning on a dime. It's slicking into it's berth, and all you can do is wait.
The boat closes into the dock, the senior deckhand is calling numbers to the captain, and when you feel comfortable, you jump, with line in hand.
The first line is the bow, which you place around the cleat, and if you’re good, you keep it from becoming fouled between the dock and the boat. You guide it. The senior deckhand, up top, is pulling in the slack, and as the boat comes on you move from bow to spring.
The spring line serves double duty. If you lean back enough, it makes the bow and beam fenders come onto the dock, and you’re golden. Drop that and get the stern line on tight.
Once the stern line is tight, and both bow and beam fenders are leaning in towards the dock, you can bring up the ramp. It’s best to have the ramp ready before you slide that door, because as soon as you do, the passengers want to disembark.
Jumping is fun. Jumping is the best. Jumping is the pay off for being the lowest of deckhands.
I love to jump.
Let’s back up.
If you’ve spent any time in Fairport, during the summer, you’ve seen the Colonial Belle come into port. And there’s always that deckhand, out there, on the port side, with line in hand, waiting to jump off the boat and put the eye around the cleat.
Because that’s how we do it. Port bow line, then spring, then stern. This is how we make this 60 ton vessel fast to the the dock.
We call it jumping, but it’s really a three foot step; though as the boat is closing in, that can look both far and wide.
The rule is, one hand for you, one hand for the boat. The unspoken rule is, grab enough line and enough slack, so the senior deckhand up top doesn't short you and you don't end up in the canal.
Deckhands have fallen in. Now we have to wear an inflatable life vest. Because deckhands fell in.
Anyway, the boat comes up the channel, then, full stop. you look down, and there's nothing but water. The captains don't want any forward inertia. You don't want to get wet.
You can feel it, out there on the rail when the captain kicks it back into gear. Then they do this whole Tokyo Drift maneuver, and the boat is turning on a dime. It's slicking into it's berth, and all you can do is wait.
The boat closes into the dock, the senior deckhand is calling numbers to the captain, and when you feel comfortable, you jump, with line in hand.
The first line is the bow, which you place around the cleat, and if you’re good, you keep it from becoming fouled between the dock and the boat. You guide it. The senior deckhand, up top, is pulling in the slack, and as the boat comes on you move from bow to spring.
The spring line serves double duty. If you lean back enough, it makes the bow and beam fenders come onto the dock, and you’re golden. Drop that and get the stern line on tight.
Once the stern line is tight, and both bow and beam fenders are leaning in towards the dock, you can bring up the ramp. It’s best to have the ramp ready before you slide that door, because as soon as you do, the passengers want to disembark.
Jumping is fun. Jumping is the best. Jumping is the pay off for being the lowest of deckhands.
I love to jump.
Tuesday, September 12, 2017
Cocktailing
Serving drinks on the Colonial Belle has it’s charms. We call it cocktailing.
You run up the back stairs with a Guest Check pad and a pen, and survey the top deck. Over there is a Mom and Dad with 6 kids. That’s a tray full of Iced tea, bottled water, lemonade and you get a $1 tip. Over here is a two top with a guy with long hair and a girl with tattoos. That’s a Margarita and an Electric Lemonade and a $3 tip.
Which do you do first?
I’m short, stupid and unbalanced, so I generally do two or three tables at a time; that’s the only way I can keep orders straight and hope to be able to lug the trays up the stairs without losing everything.
There's a lot of pressure from the get-go, but our shortest cruise is an hour and a half, so don't worry, you're gonna get a drink.
A note about trays, you only bring them up with drinks, carrying one around when taking orders is lame. You have to go down to get change, so why carry that extra weight both ways?
The double chair seating along the port and starboard side and up in the bow is usually saved for last; it’s awkward to serve folks that don’t have a table.
I’m always impressed with the deckhands that are good at cocktailing, especially the ones that seem to enjoy it. It’s not really that big of a boat. The bar is open. I understand the restaurant effect of sitting and having drinks delivered, but as a boater I don’t understand why folks are unwilling to roam the boat.
But that’s just me.
We generally start cocktailing after the Fairport lift bridge, which means once you have enough orders, and if your senior deckhand is any good at the bar, you’re delivering drinks right at Perinton Park, and collecting money to take back downstairs and make change.
You can always spot a newby. They’re the one standing up next to a table with a tray under their arm, counting out money when the Church Street Bridge looms and is about to take off their head.
You run up the back stairs with a Guest Check pad and a pen, and survey the top deck. Over there is a Mom and Dad with 6 kids. That’s a tray full of Iced tea, bottled water, lemonade and you get a $1 tip. Over here is a two top with a guy with long hair and a girl with tattoos. That’s a Margarita and an Electric Lemonade and a $3 tip.
Which do you do first?
I’m short, stupid and unbalanced, so I generally do two or three tables at a time; that’s the only way I can keep orders straight and hope to be able to lug the trays up the stairs without losing everything.
There's a lot of pressure from the get-go, but our shortest cruise is an hour and a half, so don't worry, you're gonna get a drink.
A note about trays, you only bring them up with drinks, carrying one around when taking orders is lame. You have to go down to get change, so why carry that extra weight both ways?
The double chair seating along the port and starboard side and up in the bow is usually saved for last; it’s awkward to serve folks that don’t have a table.
I’m always impressed with the deckhands that are good at cocktailing, especially the ones that seem to enjoy it. It’s not really that big of a boat. The bar is open. I understand the restaurant effect of sitting and having drinks delivered, but as a boater I don’t understand why folks are unwilling to roam the boat.
But that’s just me.
We generally start cocktailing after the Fairport lift bridge, which means once you have enough orders, and if your senior deckhand is any good at the bar, you’re delivering drinks right at Perinton Park, and collecting money to take back downstairs and make change.
You can always spot a newby. They’re the one standing up next to a table with a tray under their arm, counting out money when the Church Street Bridge looms and is about to take off their head.
Thursday, September 7, 2017
Floating Restaurant Algebra
We use some interesting terminology on the Colonial Belle; we say we're gonna drop salads, we sling drinks, and when dinnertime has come, we throw out plates. That is to say we serve salads, pour drinks and carefully place that serving of chicken in front of each guest.
I haven't the foggiest where this violent rhetoric has its roots. Perhaps it comes from the rough and tumble world where the customer on the other side of the bar may have a pistol or two hidden away amongst their finery.
Or perhaps the violent language is simply a reflection of the difficulty of facing the public when you know they have little or no appreciation of what it takes to feed them in a civilized manner. Especially on a boat. In the middle of the water.
You know, basic floating restaurant algebra.
I haven't the foggiest where this violent rhetoric has its roots. Perhaps it comes from the rough and tumble world where the customer on the other side of the bar may have a pistol or two hidden away amongst their finery.
Or perhaps the violent language is simply a reflection of the difficulty of facing the public when you know they have little or no appreciation of what it takes to feed them in a civilized manner. Especially on a boat. In the middle of the water.
You know, basic floating restaurant algebra.
Pump Out
There’s something special about going to pump out on the Colonial Belle. A lot of the crew dread it, because, well, it is a shitty job, but there’s a certain sense of freedom. There are horror stories, about turbo pumps being left on, and deckhands getting doused with gallons of human waste, but if you follow protocol, it’s actually quick, clean and fairly easy duty.
There are no passengers, only crew, so you can let your hair down, so to speak. There's no audience. It's just us folks. It takes about an hour, so deckhands can perform needed tasks while we’re underway, or parked at the pump out dock.
Also, the short ride includes a lot of tight maneuvering, and I can tell the Captain enjoys showing off her close-quarters skills. We turn the boat twice during this brief journey, and not for nothing, turning a 60 foot boat with a 30 foot beam in a canal that is only 100 feet wide is something to watch, especially when that vessel only has one prop and no bow thruster.
The Captain always seems in high-spirits when we go to pump out, and her attitude is infectious.
We use two breast lines, and even those are rigged in a way that is loosey-goosey compared to normal rigging for passenger cruises; two eye-spliced ends are run down the side of the boat on either side of the sliding cargo door, and then extra slack is pulled and the looped ends are tossed into the doorway willy nilly, ready for the jumper to gather them and jump from the doorway onto the tiny wooden pump out dock.
Once the jumper has placed the eye-splices over the cleats and the boat is snuggled up against the dock you hook the long yellow hose to the fitting on the boats flank. The Banjo fitting is a little tricky, but once it’s in place and you hit the green button, you can watch through a tiny plexiglass window on the hose as all that effluvia is pumped out of our tanks and down into the city’s sewer. The joke is to play “count the tampons” but I’ve never actually seen one.
I like to go to pump out. It’s satisfactory in a way. A cleansing. Like taking a really well-deserved shit.
There are no passengers, only crew, so you can let your hair down, so to speak. There's no audience. It's just us folks. It takes about an hour, so deckhands can perform needed tasks while we’re underway, or parked at the pump out dock.
Also, the short ride includes a lot of tight maneuvering, and I can tell the Captain enjoys showing off her close-quarters skills. We turn the boat twice during this brief journey, and not for nothing, turning a 60 foot boat with a 30 foot beam in a canal that is only 100 feet wide is something to watch, especially when that vessel only has one prop and no bow thruster.
The Captain always seems in high-spirits when we go to pump out, and her attitude is infectious.
We use two breast lines, and even those are rigged in a way that is loosey-goosey compared to normal rigging for passenger cruises; two eye-spliced ends are run down the side of the boat on either side of the sliding cargo door, and then extra slack is pulled and the looped ends are tossed into the doorway willy nilly, ready for the jumper to gather them and jump from the doorway onto the tiny wooden pump out dock.
Once the jumper has placed the eye-splices over the cleats and the boat is snuggled up against the dock you hook the long yellow hose to the fitting on the boats flank. The Banjo fitting is a little tricky, but once it’s in place and you hit the green button, you can watch through a tiny plexiglass window on the hose as all that effluvia is pumped out of our tanks and down into the city’s sewer. The joke is to play “count the tampons” but I’ve never actually seen one.
I like to go to pump out. It’s satisfactory in a way. A cleansing. Like taking a really well-deserved shit.
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
Shorter Season This Year - But No Fees
The Canal Corporation has announced the 2017 Season: May 19 to October 11. That's considerably shorter than normal; usually the canal opens the beginning of May and closes the end of October. So we're losing over a month. They've also announced no fees or tolls this year, to commemorate the 200th anniversary of the canal. I don't know about you, but I'd be happy to pay $75 for another 40 days of canal cruising.
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
Craigslist doesn't mean Craig's Boat Is A-Listing
Talked to Kaitlynn McHenry, she's Captain of the Colonial Belle, and the first excursion is tomorrow, a free tour for the fourth graders here in upstate New York, just so, you know, they learn about the Canal. How cool is that?
Saturday, May 7, 2016
Home Port, Fairport!
John Reesor and The Commodore (my wife) acted as able-bodied hands and we made the trip with no casualties. Or any adventures at all, really.
First thing we did after tying up was to bum-rush TK's Pizzeria and hit up Tony for a couple of slices to celebrate our successful landfall.
Anyway, now I just keep thinking of things I need from Wegmans, so I can jump in the car and run off and not have to scrub decks. We'll probably sit here for at least until we get the engine fixed, and then it'll be close to time for Canal Days, so, yeah, we're here for a while.
Now, where did I put those car keys?
Camelot Launches
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| Camelot makes it's slow way to the water |
Their houseboat is one of the larger craft along the quay and they can usually be found sitting up on the rear deck. They're the boat with Canalligator sitting proudly on their swim platform, don'tcha know. It works as a pretty good scarecrow, and keeps the ducks from making a mess on the deck.
The original Canalligator was quite the attraction, especially for the younger kids walking along the quay with their parents after having gotten lucky with an Ice Cream cone. Alas, the first Canalligator disappeared one night, and we kinda suspect foul play. Or maybe the ducks ganged up and it was Fowl Play! Anyway, they've since replaced the old Canalligator with a new model, but we still miss the original.
Welcome back Jean and Paul!
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
Cadaver Dog Finds Body in Erie Canal
Kurt Freese was last seen Friday after police say he suffered an apparent anxiety attack. Freese walked out during his shift as a machine operator at Light Fab in Gates, leaving behind his car and personal belongings. Police say he was distressed.
Since Friday, law enforcement agencies used K-9, a helicopter and boat to look for Freese. Tuesday afternoon, a Massasaugua Search and Rescue cadaver dog out on a boat found Freese's body in the water about and hour into the search. The medical examiner's office will now make a positive identification and determine the exact cause of death.
Police say they might never had found Freese had it not been for the volunteer search teams who stepped in to help."
Read more....
Sunday, May 1, 2016
Birdie James gets Wet
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| Don Cartwright on the stern of Birdie James as she launches |
Birdie James is a relative newcomer to the canal as Don purchased her last year and brought her down from Connecticut. She's a Bluewater Yacht with an impressive amount of room on board. Her open deck plan really allows passengers to spread out and Don has lots of plans for more custom upgrades in the future.
Friday, April 29, 2016
Midlakes Launches New Boats
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| Harriet H. Wiles |
Midlakes has been providing this service with boats that they design and build for generations. In fact, Midlakes built the Sam Patch, but that's another story. Peter Wiles, owner and operator explained to me that they had built around twenty boats, and have been in the process of buying back several boats that they had sold over the years, so that now their fleet is around 14 boats in all.
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| Peter Wiles |
Designed as a single-couple rental, with deluxe appointments, Harriet is both spacious and modern. The boat also has some updated features, including an enclosed cockpit, which will make for more comfortable navigation, especially in inclement weather.
The Ladders Are Here!
The ladders on the South side of the canal are recessed into the wall, but the ones on the North side stick out quite a bit; not enough to damage boats, but probably far enough to discourage boaters from parking in front of them.
This will probably result in what even a Canal Corp. employee bemoaned as an increase in the congestion for boaters trying to moor along the wall. Everyone I've spoken to has ridiculed both the need for these ladders, and their high cost.
The fact that most foot traffic along the canal is during the summer season, when there are boats moored seems to have been overlooked. Think about it, if you did happen to fall into the canal, wouldn't you climb up on one of the many boat swim platforms, which are lower and easier to access, rather than swim to a ladder? I know I would.
Friday, April 22, 2016
Canal Opening Early For Navigation
Notice to Mariners
2016 Navigation Season
Mariners
are advised that the opening date for the NYS Canal System has been
changed to 7 a.m. on Wednesday, April 27 - four days earlier than
originally scheduled. All other dates and hours for the 2016 navigation
season remain the same.
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
Fire on bridge on Ohio and Erie Canal Towpath in Akron
Firefighters were called about 6 a.m. Tuesday to the bridge in the 300 block of West Wilbeth Road, according to a Summit Metro Parks spokeswoman.
Akron firefighters extinguished the blaze. Arson investigators found an accelerant on the bridge, leading investigators to believe someone intentionally set the fire.
Officials haven't yet determined how much it will cost to replace the bridge. The bridge will remain closed until it's repaired, officials said.
Firefighters and Metro Parks rangers are investigating a link between that fire and another fire early Tuesday on Wilbeth Road.
Someone started a fire in similar fashion, the spokesperson said. That fire was about an hour prior. It was not on Metro Parks property.
Investigators do not have a suspect."
Read more at Cleveland.com...
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