Monday, November 17, 2014

Runyak for Liberty Days 84 thru 87

Days 84 thru 87


Runyak for Liberty Day 84, Oct. 24, 2014
Since my first trip to the canal, when not running on trails provided near the canal, many of the miles have been run on NY Route 31. But, since leaving Lake Oneida I've not seen it. The state highway I'm now running near the canal is Route 5. It now is the road that follows the canal much of the way to Albany. Today, on my run, I turned off it to connect to the Canalway Trail. The connector was Genessee St. the main drag through downtown Utica, NY.
Canalway Trail looking from Genessee St.

Many Upstate NY towns in the vicinity of the canal have a Genesee St. Most of my life I've known the connection of my home county and NY, but now, because of my travels along the canal, I feel the kinship between the two areas. Back before Rochester it was Genesee County, through Rochester flowed the Genesee River. I'm now spotting the name Mott in my travels. It was here in Utica that C.S. Mott began managing his family's Weston-Mott Company that he moved to Genesee County Michigan.

I come to paddle the canal in October for the fall colors. Too late this year, as this picture shows, most of the leaves are on the ground because of a early autum.

At the end of an 11-mile run I found Swiftee where I'd left him the night before: Lock 20 State Canal Park, Marcy, NY.
The previous night, I arrived after dark and used the flashlight app on my smartphone in preparing Swiftee. The paddle was slightly shorter than the run, and was from Lock 20 west of Utica to Lock 19 to the east. About halfway, I saw a sign for Genesee St. this time I paddled beneath it.
Paddling beneath Genesee St. Utica, NY 
Today while on the Erie Canal I drank ale from Erie Canal Brewing Co. as I paddled along. I'd picked it up the night before from the brewery in Canastota, NY. The brewery closes at 7:00 pm. My gps said I would not arrive at the brewery until 7:20 pm. I called the brewery and Jason Tedford, brewer, and owner, said he would keep the door open until I arrived. He didn't have to do that, it was very nice of him. I think telling him on the phone his brewery would be my 433rd, influenced him to stay open. On my bucket list is to drink Bell's Two Hearted IPA while actually paddling the Two Hearted River in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. Ale from Erie Canal Brewing while paddling the Erie Canal will have to work until then.

The above sign was where I began Day 84: at Lock 20. It stated when I exit the lock until I arrived at Lock 19 the water I paddled was 404 feet above sea level. Where I began runyaking in Michigan, Horseshoe Lake, the elevaton is 991. Thus far Swiftee has dropped 587 feet in his venture to the New York Harbor. 
Day 84 – 11 run,  10.4 yaked

Runyak for Liberty Day 85, Oct. 25, 2014
I woke up this morning the same place I did yesterday morning - Nail Creek Brewery and Pub. I'd camped there three consecutive nights on my trip last July. This makes the 5th night. My plan is to sleep in its parking lot one more night and then move on.

As soon as I'd launch today, I'd be entering Lock 19. I landed at a rickety floating dock at the high end of Lock 19 yesterday. It wasn't easy getting on shore from the dock. Two sections of decking was used to connect the dock to shore, but the first was like walking from one end of a teeter-totter to the other. No way in hell did I try taking Swifttee off the dock. I had just chained him to the decking overnight.
As soon as I arrived back, on foot, at my starting point, Lock 19, I spoke to the lockmaster. He was a little hesitant to lock me through, saying he had a large cruise boat arriving in 15 minutes. He wondered if I would wait and he'd us lock down together. I wasn't quite ready to launch so had no problem with that. In that time I also called home and talked to Hope.
Lockmaster of 19
The lockmaster said it was a big cruise boat but I still gasped when I saw it come into view. It barely fit into the lock and bumped into the walls as it entered.
Blount Small Ships Round Trip 14 Day Cruise New York and Montreal
In aspect ratio the Grand Caribe was a whale and Swiftee was a minnow. Tourist on board couldn't get enough of Swiftee and the Runyak 4 Liberty sign on his stern. They continually took photos.
I asked, "Where are you headed?"
"New York City, same as you," a man hollered down.
I yelled back, "I'll race you."
He replied, "We'll give you a head start."
That was a lie, soon as the lock gate opened they left me in their wake.
From researching I found out they were on a 14 day, 13 night round trip NYC to Montreal.

These spooky roots made me think about Halloween, which was a few days a way.
The New York Thruway, the I-90 turnpike, follows the canal closely for 80 miles, Utica to Schenectady. This is the closest it has been so far.

So little fall color, but not what I was hoping for being October.


The 85th Day of the R4L ended at a floating pier belonging to a tour boat company, Erie Canal Cruises Inc. Signs facing the water said "Tour Boats Only." There was a nearby landing for kayaks but it wasn't nearly as convenient. I'd previously inquired about the possibility of landing on the pier at a nearby gift shop. A lady there said seasonal canal tours had ended a month ago. Because of that, I saw no reason not to land and launch from the pier. I cabled Swiftee for the night and drove back to Utica.  

That evening, back at Nail Creek, my grandnephew Dylan, who I'd partied with last July again returned to visit. He'd brought along two sisters, Chara and Rachel Dow. They were artist from Rochester, NY. Also there were Steve and wife Emily, who also partied with Dylan and me in July.

The five of them were planning on going to a Halloween haunted warehouse on the other side of town. Dylan asked if I was game. I said, "sure" if they didn't mind hanging out with a senior citizen. I don't think any of us were ever frightened by the staff who tried their best to scare us. Although, it was great fun and I was very glad I was asked to tagalong.

Afterwards, we went back to Nail Creek and for a couple more beers. Before I knew it, it was going on 2:00 am. I couldn't believe it . Wish I could have partied longer but I had to get to bed, I had a long day ahead of me.

        Emily         Steve          Dylan          Rachel            Chara           Riley

Day 85 – 8.25 run, 7.6 yaked

Runyak for Liberty Day 86, Oct. 26, 2014
I slept good last night at my Nail Creek campground. Too good. I woke up after 8:00 am. I'd never woke up this late to runyak and I felt way behind schedule. I packed up quickly and left the Nail Creek Pub for good. I drove to where I'd be ending the day's runyak, Little Falls, NY. This town is far different than any of the towns the canal passes to the west. It's situated in a gorge, in the foothills of the Adirondacks.

I drove through rain and high chilly winds getting to Little Falls. The type of day I hope never occurs  when I leave home in autumn to runyak. I drove around the town looking for Lock 17 which was quite inaccessable. I evenully found the lock and it was something to behold.

Little Falls could honestly change there name to Giant Lock. When Swiftee gets there he will be locked down over 40-ft. It is the deepest lock in the NY canal system; all to get around a NOT so little cataract in the Mohawk River. Since Rome, NY, the Canal either parallals the Mohawk River or incorporates it. Here in Little Falls, a one mile bypass with lock, parallels the Mohawk.

I found no place to debark before the lock like many previous locks. I looked for the lockmaster and asked his advice to where I could exit. He seemed not to know the area well, but said I might be able to get a kayak out below the lock, by a water treatment plant. I drove there. Being over a mile away from the road, it would mean extra miles of running, today and tomorow. On top of that, the kayak access, in and out, of the river did not look easy.

Because I overslept, I was now 10:30 am and I was worried about what time I'd finish. Would it be dark when I arrived at the precarious debarking point? I decided this is one of those days where it would be better to kayak first, then run second, because running in the dark is safer than paddling.

I drove back to Lock 19 and told the lockmaster my plan, for he'd already stated that being a Sunday they were shorthanded in manpower, and he was operating two locks, 18 and 17. He said if I got to the first lock, 18, and there was nobody there, it meant he was at Lock 17. "Call, if no answer, I'm driving between them."

The paddle from Herkimer to Little Falls was cold, but the had rain stopped. The cold wind, being from the right direction, helped moved me along faster than usual.


More than halfway into the eight miles of paddling I went through Lock 18. The helpful Lockmaster I'd met at Lock 17 was there to lock me down. In the lock, and out of the wind, I decided it was a good time for lunch. I set my drybag down for a moment at the top of the lock. Struggling to get my food and drink the lock began emptying. I then couldn't reach the drybag. It was several feet above my head. I spoke to the lockmaster. He retrieved it, and as I exited the lock, he descended the stairs and tossed it to me. All lockmasters I've met seem so helpful, (even the ones who steal your beer).

Arriving at Little Falls, near where the river splits, one direction to rapids, the other to the lock, I spotted a boat launch. Immediately I got out at the ramp and ditched the idea of going though the lock and exiting from the riverbank by the water plant. After pulling Swiftee out at the launch, the first thing I did was take cover from the wind. I then called the lockmaster and told him I wouldn't be going through. He thanked me several times for he was at Lock 18 and a boat was arriving there, it saved him from racing back to Lock 17 for my sake. "I'll see you tomorrow" was the last words I said as I got off the cellphone.

The run back to Herkimer was more memorable than the paddle, even though there wasn't a trail to run on. It was mostly on State Hwy 5. Midway I took a breather where I saw a very old looking church. The church, is located at Fort Herkimer in the town(ship) of German Flatts. The Fort, built in 1740 and used during the French and Indian War, was torn down. Its material was used in the building of the Enlarged Erie Canal in 1840, but the church, built in 1667, still stood.


The first Europeans to settle in what now is German Flatts town(ship) were Palentine Germans. They arrived in the Mohawk River Valley through a land grant in 1722. The cemetery is full of tombstones bearing German surnames, including Herkimer. I previously told about General Herkimer and the Battle of Oriskany on Day 82 of the R4L. In the vicinity of this church is where the general spent his early childhood. I mentioned how "Herkimer" was originally "Herchhiemer." Here on tombstones I found another spelling, "Herckheimer." It seems to be an intermediate spelling between Herchheimer and Herkimer.



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I finished the run to complete the day's runyak about 4:00 pm. Obviously, my fear of finishing in the dark never would have happened.

Before getting in my van, I saw a sign at Lake Erie Canal Boat Tours, I pause for some reflection. It stated the canal in 363 miles long, drops 565 feet in elevation, via 35 locks. Thus, I have completed 76% of the distance, 52% of the elevation drop and 51% of the locks.
With nearly half the locks ahead of me and only a quarter of the length left to paddle, it tells me the steepest part is yet to come.

After three days of running and kayaking I felt I needed to shower. I drove back to Little Falls and checked into a Knights Inn. It was a first for El Cheapo Runyaker. In the past 86 Days, when alone, I've always slept in my van. There were other reasons besides wanting to clean up: it was going to be very cold and windy night, and I was too tired to look for a safe place to camp. Staying in a warm bed watching tv, while eating wings and having a beer, sounded just to good. I gave in to the temptation.
Day 86 – 7.75 run, 7.7 yaked

Runyak for Liberty Day 87, Oct. 27, 2014
I woke up in the hotel bed at 4:00 am. I tried going back to sleep but after nearly an hour I prepared to leave. Normally, vacating the hotel that early may have bothered me, like I didn't get my money's worth, but I never felt that way at all today.

Swiftee was a mile away, with light from the flashight app I packed water, beer and snacks in him. I then headed to where the Interactive Canalway Water Trail Map showed there was a municipal boat launch, St. Johnsville, 11 miles away.

It was still dark when I began running as 6:25 am. Before leaving I used the restroom and was surpised to see a shower. I was happy to learn I could clean up before my drive home.

Using light from the smartphone I headed from the marina and soon found the Erie Canalway Trail. I would be running on it nearly all the way back to Little Falls.

It was 45 minutes of running before dawn arrived.
In route along the trail there was much signage about the canal's history, but about seven miles into my run I came upon signs at a clearing that really caught my fancy. Unknowingly, I stumbled upon General Herkimer's mansion.


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General Herkimer's mansion was built in 1764, after the French and Indian War. He was living there when the American Revolution began. After being mortally wounded at Battle of Oriskany (over thiry miles away) he was brought here, where he eventually died August 6, 1777. His grave went unmarked for 70 years. Then in 1896 the State of New York erected a 50 obelisk monument at the graveyard.
The last few miles of the run I entered the gorge in which the town of Little Falls is situated. The trail was walled by stone on both side. To me it seemd much money was spent on the trail's construction. I figured the cut had to been made for another purpose and not the trail. Who knows maybe it was the old Erie Canal?





It was 9:30 am when I paddled away from the boat launch in Herkimer headed to the giant of all the locks of the New York State Canal system.

I shared the lock-down with a retired Marine and his boat. I never spoke to to lone elderly jarhead, we just waved to each other. I didn't have to speak, his boat and all its flags, signs, and "Iwo Jima" photo said it all. The name of the boat was Tun Tavern. To me, the name had no signifcance, but I was curious enough to researched it later. Tun Tavern was in Philly, it was where during the Revolution the first Marines were recruited.

 40.5-ft Drop
The Marine and I parted ways after being dropped over 40-ft. Him? I imagine back to Philly? Me, I had still had close to 10 miles of paddling to arrive in St Johnsville. The weather the whole way turned out to be the best of the four day trip.

The paddling highlight turned out be watching a Bald Eagle.  It is the 9th day of the 87 days of the exploration that I've spotted a Bald Eagle(s).

It was gong on 2:00 pm when I landed at St. Johnsville and I hadn't had any lunch yet. So, before stowing Swiftee away for the last time, I sat on a park bench snacked on beer, pretzels and turkey cold cuts. Before leaving I used the shower and bathed before the long haul home.

I'm now about 75 miles from, he end of the Erie Canal. I figure in two more trips from Michigan I will be in Albany. The light at the end of the tunnel cannot be seen yet... but it will be dawning on me soon enough.
Day 87 – 11 run,  10.9 yaked

So Far:

 Those who have followed me over the years know I have done other fundraisers for cancer research (V Foundation for Cancer Institute, American Cancer Society, Dana Farber Cancer Institute, American Cancer Institute.) When I began my runyaking to Niagara Falls and now Statue of Liberty it never crossed my mind to do another. Yet, along my route people have stopped me and asked if there was a cause for which I was raising money. So, I decided to go looking for a good cancer research institute so when asked I can say "YES." In my search the Cancer Research Institute was always one of the highest rated and why I chose to go with them. My friend Corky Meinecke, who died of cancer in 1997 is still the spirit that drives me. If you are following my progress as I Runyak for Liberty and feel you'd like to make a special pledge to someone who has fought cancer please do. You will be in my thoughts as I runyak to the Statue of Liberty. You can donate at: Riley's CRI page

Monday, August 25, 2014

Runyak for Liberty Days 80 thru 83

Days 80 thru 83

Runyak for Liberty Day 80, July 23, 2014
It now takes over 7 hours of driving to get back to where R4L picks up. Driving there is the worst part of my quest. I wasn't thinking of that when I set the Statue of Liberty as my goal. But, because of this I'm plotting in my mind how many more road trips, each longer the preceding, I must do. I'm estimating seven more.

The drive day was the hottest day of the summer for Michigan and New York. My plan, as usual when going solo, is to sleep in the van. I found a secluded place and tried to sleep but my sweating body was telling me, "Get a motel room, fool!" It was less safe but I opted to leave the sliding door open to get more air movement. Before morning it had cooled enough that I had to pull a cover over me.

When dawn was breaking I prepped Swiftee at Godfrey Point boat launch on Lake Oneida and drove to where I'd begin running. It was where the Erie Canal exited the lake at Verona Beach.
                                            Pier at Verona Beach, end of the paddle leg
The run back was 9 miles.

Before launching I needed to use a nearby port-a-john, which is always gross; it became even grosser when seeing a paper plate next to the seat. That will disgust readers enough, I won't go into scenarios that came into my head as to why it was there.

I looked out into the huge lake and the waves looked rough. A fisherman was winching his boat out of the water and I asked if he knew the weather report. He answered, "The report is stay off the lake."
He was serious, but I've paddled on Lake Erie in worse conditions. My concern when asking: was it suppose to get worse or storm. I waited until he left before launching. This fool didn't want to hear anybody telling him what a fool he was.

Had the lake been calm, I would've basically paddled a 6.5 mile hypotenuse of the right angle I'd just run. That would have been too foolish under the wave conditions. I began following the shoreline point to point. A mile into the paddle I remembered I hadn't called Hope to let her know that I was going into the water. I found a boat dock where I could balance the kayak and call home.

"I forgot to tell you I launched, I'm in the water now."
"How long before you're out?" She wanted to know.
"I have no idea, don't put a time frame on it, the water is a little rough."

I hung up and began hitting the choppy water again. I was constantly looking for big waves that could overturn me. Because they were coming from a direction that gave me some push, my pace was as good as having a slight current, less than 20 min./mi.

After following the shoreline for three miles and feeling it safe enough, I cut across the lake to where I thought the canal entrance was.
                                   Sylvan Beach left                                        Verona Beach right
I found the inlet and finished with a paddle distance of 7 miles. That was an extra 1/2 mile of paddling to be on the safe side, which was well worth it.

After landing I felt the need to cool off and clean up a bit.

There was a beach, a quarter mile away, it sounded inviting but with a fishing pier nearer I jumped in and refreshed myself there.

I then prepared Swiftee for tomorrow, Day 81. That mainly meant buying ice for the cooler and putting water and beer in it. I then drove to Utica, NY where the nearest brewery was. Nail Creek Brewing Co. (the 419th brewery I been to) only had one on-premise-brewed beer on tap but many craft taps. The pub had good food, patrons, and servers, particularly Mike, the bar manager. When he mention the evening special I knew I'd be back for supper. I explored Utica on foot until coming back for a gourmet dinner.

While eating, and drinking I explained to two guys at the bar what had brought me to Utica. When doing so a red-bearded guy overhearing asked more about it. His name was Steve. He worked for the New York D.O.T. and had done work on the canal. He was impressed with how far I'd come.

The brewpub parking lot was a city lot and Mike explained; I could basically camp there and not be bothered. So, I again saved lodging money sleeping there - much more comfortably than the hot night before.
Day 80 – 9.0 run,  7.0 yaked

Runyak for Liberty Day 81, July 24, 2014
Today's runyak was a shorter than usual. Ideally I'd like a total of 20 miles a day. Today would be closer to 14, which meant I'd probably finish in the a.m.

Lake Oneida is all behind me now and it's nice to be out of open water and back on the canal. And it was like a canal should look, straight with some bends but not winding. Starting back in Clyde, my first day this year, paddling was done on rivers with some modifications. It didn't seem like a canal.

Going around the second bend today in the distance I saw two dark ominous looking boats bearing down on me. Seriously, they were kind of scary looking. I'd never seen boats this sinister. When passing I saw they were tall ships with mast taken down to get under bridges. I missed the name on the first but the second was, The Nina, from Wilmington DE. Possibly a replica of the Columbus ship? When coming at me the first thing I thought was they were pirate ships.
The Pinta?
The Nina, from Wilmington, DE

In a nearby village, Sylvan Beach, across from Verona Beach, where I began paddling today, they have "Pirate's Weekend." I'd missed it by a week but saw signs remaining around town when running. The ships were just a mile or so from Sylvan Beach when I spotted them. It made sense they had something to do with the festival.

When I later watched the Youtube video promo for the festival I saw a familiar face, Captain Jack. Back in May, on the first night of my first trip this year, I spent the night in Auburn, NY and partied with the locals at CC's Tavern. I was introduced to Captain Jack, out of costume. When in charater he is a dead ringer for Jack Sparrow. On his smart phone he quizzed me with photos of him vs. Johnny Depp's character. I was fooled half the time.

Soon after seeing the ships I came to Lock 22, where once again I was lifted up, and not down as usual. This time it was 25.3-ft. I was not alone, I was locked-up with a couple canal-goers on a boat named the Dunwerkin.


The next lock, 21, was about a mile away. Usually, lockmasters will call ahead and tell the next lock to prepare for you. In my case I told this lockmaster not to pass the word, I wouldn't be passing through. I was planning to debarking next to it.

I was hoping for a landing or some sort of launch at at Lock 21 but had to settle for a few rocks on the canalbank.

Once out of canal I was finished for the day. I decided to portage to the far end of the canal park where I'd start the next day. One thought for doing this, the lock doesn't open until 8:00 a.m. There was a chance I might start before that time.

To prepare Swiftee for the next leg, I needed ice. I asked the lockmaster where the nearest party store was. "New London Party Store, two mile away," the shady looking lockmaster told me. I drove away and was back in no time - packed my cooler with water and beer and drove back to my campground - Nail Creek Pub and Brewery in Utica.

The tiny brewery was in the shadows of a very large production brewery, FX Matt, which could be seen from my campground.

They had no commercial taproom but gave tours. At the end of the tours samples could be drank. To qualify as my 420th brewery I've drunk at, I'd have to take the tour, which after 419 breweries I certainly wasn't look forward to it. I managed to control myself throughout the tour's historic beginning but halfway though the tour, I snuck out and headed to the taproom with my tickets for two free pints. I sampled several lame-tasting beers before choosing the two pints I'd drink. Ultimately, I left the brewery with the second pint quite full.

Although, I did return to the brewery that evening. On the grounds of the brewery during summer they sponsor Saranac Thursday, named for their best selling beer Saranac Pale Ale. With a band playing onstage it draws huge crowds.

I have a niece and grandnephew, Pam and Dylan Ferris, who live in Boonville, NY about 30 miles from Utica. We prearranged to meet at Saranac Thursday. The crowd was big but by using cellphones we managed to find each other. We had a nice small family reunion.

Dylan, Pam and me




Dylan had a friend, Ariel with him and was he was expecting more to join him later. While waiting we went over to the "Boilermaker 15k" finish line which is next to the brewery. The 37th running of the famous 15k was held one week ago. The race has a permanant finish line which I thought was very cool. I've always wanted to run the race ever since hearing about it in the 1970's. Next best thing... Dylan and Ariel photographed me running across the finish.

Soon another friend and his wife joined us. When the husband, a red-bearded guy, entered the festival grounds Dylan went over to tell him about his great-uncle who was runyaking the Erie Canal. His friend told him that he knew me, and proceeded to whip out The Runyaker's business card. It was Steve, the guy I'd met the night before at Nail Creek Brewery.

We soon left Saranac Thursday to where it was quieter and we could talk. That would be the Nail Creek Brewery a block a way. Dylan found another friend there, Kelly. There was now six of us and we partied on.
                                                             Ariel, Steve, Dylan, Kelly

I really enjoyed my time with Dylan. Living out of state it was only the third time we'd ever seen each other. A little trivia, one of Dylan's other uncle's (great-great-great-uncle) was George Washington Gale Ferris, Jr. the inventor of the Ferris wheel. His runyak-inventing uncle plans to return to the Utica area in October. I'm hoping that Dylan can paddle a segment with me on that return.
Day 81 – 8.0 run, 5.9 yaked

Runyak for Liberty Day 82, July 25, 2014
 9.5 miles of early morning running, starting at 7:00 AM, got me back to Swiftee at Lock 21.

                                                                        Lock 21
Being that early it wasn't a hot run but still, I was thirsty. I took the skirt off of Swiftee's cockpit, pulled out the cooler, placed it on a park bench, and opened it. Inside there was nothing but ice. My water and beer was gone. I walked away not believing it. I walked back and looked again, thinking I was going crazy. Somebody had taken the skirting off Swiftee and stolen the water and beer then placed the skirt back on.

The Cap'n gets very mad when somebody steals his beer.

It was time to launch but I was too upset to leave. Near the cooler I paced back and forth. Fortunately, a cyclist was pedaling by on the same path I'd arrived on. Seeing the Runyak 4 Liberty sign on the kayak he stopped and asked what it meant.
  
After explaining my six year's of adventure on the trail to NYC, I told him about my latest fiasco.

The cyclist, Tim Murphy said, "Oh, you need some water. You can have mine," and pulled the sport bottle off his bike and gave it to me. 
Cap'n & Tim Murphy
A friend in need is a friend indeed. That's always expected from a friend, but helping a stranger in need is fortuitous in the case of a needy stranger. Tim Murphy is now a Facebook friend but I won't think of him as just cyber friend. I'll never forget him helping me out at the expense of leaving himself without water.

Once paddling I was still upset. I couldn't get the theft off my mind. Especially, when it came around time I usually uncap a beer. I was even a bit hungry and remembered I'd put potato chips on board along with the cooler. When realizing the chip were also stolen, it then hit me who the thief was.

It was the shady looking lockmaster I'd met yesterday. Yesterday, when I returned from the party store, which he'd given directions to, he was locking down a pontoon. As the lock gate closed, forming a bridge to the other side where Swiftee was, I asked the lockmaster if it was safe to cross. He replied yes, and I passed in front of him carrying the cooler and the bag of chips to the kayak. With nobody else around (except those on the pontoon, whom I can rule out) there is no doubt in my mind it was he that had gotten inside of Swiftee.   

Getting hungrier and thirstier during the nearly 8.5 miles of paddling, I was passed by a yellow boat.  

The Passiflor

As usual, photos were exchanged. After boats of this size pass, although no wake, I redirect my kayak so not to be rocked from small portside waves. Five minutes later I hear a boat coming the opposite direction and again prepare to redirect my boat. When passing I see it is yellow - I then realized it was the same boat. The mariners had turned around and came back to find out what they Runyak 4 Liberty sign on my stern was all about.

The woman mariner onboard was asking questions. She was too far away to hear well. It didn't help that she had an accent. I paddled over to the "Passaflor" and explained my expedition but it paled to theirs. When she said they were from France I immediately began singing La Marseillaise, the French National Anthem. When finished, they "Bravo"-ed me. Asked if was in need of anything, food, water, beer. "Beer!" Did she offer me a beer? I took them up on that offer, even though it turned out to be Bud. 

Sandra and Clement Castex, citizens of France, began their odyssey late 2012 leaving Europe and crossing the Atlantic in the 32-ft Passaflor. With a dropped jaw I asked, "You crossed the ocean in that little boat?" Sandra answered yes. (She was doing almost all the talking, seemed she was more fluent in English.)

On the voyage they encountered waves 15-ft high. Looking again at the boat I was astounded. They spent all of 2013 in the West Indies. While there, they became pregnant. Their daughter Margot was born in the West Indies in January ofthis year.

With Margot just a few months old they left the Indies and headed for Miami. After entering the States they followed the Atlantic coast to New York City. From there they've traveled the same route that I am heading, but in the opposite direction. After navigating Lake Oneida they will turn north where the Oswego Canal will take them to Lake Ontario.

When writing this blog post I used their blog to see research where they presently were. After inserting the French text into a translation app, I was surprised when reading about myself:

But we are not the only ones performing an "exploit." We met along the way a kayaker carrying a sign "rendezvous at the Statue of Liberty." Intrigued, we turned around and met him. Imagine that this retired, very fit man plans to row 1,800 kilometers between Michigan and New York! He sang to us Les Marseillaise better than most French do it. Amazing character!" 

 
(They were amazed but didn't mention the part about running the same distance)

I finished kayaking at what would be an ideal landing for paddlers. One where rollers are used to roll up out of the water and on the dock. Problem was, once on the dock there was no easy way out of the railed in area. Strenuously, I had to heave Swiftee over top of the railing. The day before, when checking the landing out, I saw what looked like camp counselors, and day campers, launching  from a beach and wondered why they weren't using the launch. They said the beach area was easier. Only today did I learned the hard way what they meant.  


Rome NY Landing

After what happen to Swiftee yesterday I was very leery when preparing him for tomorow's launch. I hid the cooler, paddle, and other valuables in a secluded place and cabled an empty Swiftee to a park bench.

Driving back to my "campground' I passed by a American Revolution battlefield. Grandnephew Dylan had given me some background on it. Enough that I had stop and check it out.  
Oriskany Obelisk
Dylan said the Battle of Oriskany was one of the bloodiest battle of the Revolution. It is now a State Park and basically one-park-ranger operation. On this slow day I was given a personal tour by ranger Michael Pallio.

In 1777, American General Nicholas Herkimer, along with nearly 450 patriots were killed at Oriskany when ambushed by loyalist and Six Nation tribesmen.

Herkimer is a name I've been familiar with since childhood, even naming a guinea pig Herkimer. What I didn't know and learned from reading names on the obelisk monument is that "Herkimer" has been anglicized. The monument erected in the nineteenth century has the general's name as Nicholas Herchheimer. I point this out to Michael, the ranger. It was news to even him.

Herkimer was a Palatine German. I saw many names of patriot's on the monument which were of German heritage. The militia led by Herkimer were from Tryon County, NY which had a large Palatine German population.



Herkimer and company were on their way to relieve Fort Stanwix (Rome, NY) that was controlled by American patriots but besieged by troops of the crown. The siege failed despite Herkimer's failure to reach it.

After leaving Oriskany Battlefield I felt compelled to visit Fort Stanwix even though it was in the opposite direction from Utica. The entrance to the fort was closed but I enjoyed the time spent walking the perimeter and trying to envision the siege. 
Fort Stanwix (rebuilt)

There was one more place I'd heard about and wanted to visit on this trip. 

I drove to downtown Utica and found the National Distance Running Hall of Fame. This long time distance runner felt like a pilgrim at Mecca. It has only been around 16 years so it has less than 40 inductees, seven whom I've actually met.
                                                   National Distance Running Hall of Fame

That evening I bedded down for the third time in the parking lot of Nail Creek Pub and Brewery. I couldn't ask for a sweeter campground without paying. Once I leave in the morning I won't be returning. But you can bet when I return on my next trip to NY I will.
Day 82 – 9.5 run, 8.4 yaked

Runyak for Liberty Day 83, July 26, 2014
It ended up being over a 10-mile run to get from Lock 20 (where I will debark later) to where I'd left Swiftee yesterday. In route I found the Old Erie Canalway Trail and stayed on it for over five miles. It ended up making the run a bit farther, but well worth it since I didn't have to run on a state highway. I'm thinking the trail must be new for I didn't see it labeled on Google Earth beforehand.
Two-track Old Erie Canalway Trail

The Barge Canal, which I am paddling, is a mile away from the old defunct canal. Between the trail/Old Canal, and Barge Canal, meanders the Mohawk River. I take it, it was too winding for the Barge Canal engineers liking to incorporate it into the newer canal.   

In the canal today in several spots I saw what looked like underground hornets nest. An eerie Erie sighting indeed. My thoughts went sci-fi, thinking maybe they were cocoons left by intergalactical aliens.
 Bryozoan Colony


 Bryozoan closeup
I've learned from a biologist friend they were Bryozoans. The colonies were built upon falling submerged tree. Curiosity made me pull one Bryozoan out of the water. All I saw was a gelatinous mass. Being human I find it hard to comprehend from looking at these odd creatures that they (same with sponge and coral) are animals, not plants. 

I hugged the south bank for much of the way trying to make the most of the morning's shade. While doing so I saw a mink hopping along the rocks to reach a tree trunk that hung over the canal. Once out of sight and feeling safe he popped out of his hiding place. I slowly moved Swiftee in closer and he became more curious and stared at me. Of course, once I came too close, his inquisitiveness was overtaken by his instinct to flee and he was gone for good.
      Neovison vison

It was about at this time I realized there was 3-inches of water sitting on the floor of Swiftee. I had to find a place to land and investigate. But, there were no good places to land, large rocks lined the shoreline for miles. I'd have to risk landing on them, then balance the kayak on end to drain the water out. I successfully did just so, but a mile later water was filling Swiftee once more.
Again I pulled out onto boulders, and repeated the balancing act and drained the boat. This time, with a t-shirt, I dried the bottom off and applied Gorilla tape to areas where I felt it was leaking. It worked, I'm a big fan of  Gorilla tape. Swiftee, if he could talk, would say the same.

I was approaching the finish line of four days of runyaking, and boy everyday was gorgeous. I don't plan my trips now by looking at the weather forecast as I did when on the Great Lakes. I arrive whenever I can schedule four days in a row. I've been quite lucky so far. I've been on the canal 26 days now and I have not yet got wet while kayaking, although I did once while running, and several evenings when finished for the day.

Lock 20, where my runjyak trip ends, is located in Marcy, NY, and it has a very nice park, with an aluminum float landing. Debarking there I took my time packing up, then cleansed the days sweat from my body for the long drive home. The plan is to come back one more time in October. Until then I will miss the canal. After six trips and 26 days paddling it, I've created many lasting memories. Presently, I'm thinking that somewhere during this runykak I crossed the halfway mark between Buffalo and the Statue.
                                                                        Lock 20
Day 83 – 10.25 run, 9.8 yaked

Those who have followed me over the years know I have done other fundraisers for cancer research (V Foundation for Cancer Institute, American Cancer Society, Dana Farber Cancer Institute, American Cancer Institute.) When I began my runyaking to Niagara Falls and now Statue of Liberty it never crossed my mind to do another. Yet, along my route people have stopped me and asked if there was a cause for which I was raising money. So, I decided to go looking for a good cancer research institute so when asked I can say "YES." In my search the Cancer Research Institute was always one of the highest rated and why I chose to go with them. My friend Corky Meinecke, who died of cancer in 1997 is still the spirit that drives me. If you are following my progress as I Runyak for Liberty and feel you'd like to make a special pledge to someone who has fought cancer please do. You will be in my thoughts as I runyak to the Statue of Liberty. You can donate at: Riley's CRI page