September 3
We got a lazy start today, after a longer trip yesterday. Our passage took us from the ‘western’ part of the Erie Canal to the beginning of the ‘middle’ part. We are learning that each section has a personality of its own. We spent the night tied up to the lock wall on the eastern side of Lock 27. This picture is waiting to enter the lock. The lock keeper must either raise or lower the water for your passage.
The western section, from Tonawanda to Lyons, is very much a man-made section of the canal with narrow passages and many potential stopping spots along the canal walls. There is a towpath paralleling the shores of the canal which has been restored to make excellent biking and walking trails.
There is also a vibrant business in canal boats that people rent for a week or two to travel up and down the canal. They are very comfortable boats and the people we saw seemed to be having a great time – for the most part.
Earlier on, one of these boats came in to dock behind us, misjudged the current badly, and started spinning around so as to land on top of us. The cap’n managed to back it out into canal and take another run at it. He came head on to the canal wall and crashed magnificently into the concrete abutment, swung around slowly, and we were able to secure the boat without further incident. A husband and wife came off the boat and thanked us profusely for helping. The cap’n said he wasn’t really worried, because the boat was made of steel, weighed twelve tons, and built as strong as a tank. We can attest to that after seeing the big hunk of concrete it took out of the wall and shudder to think of what it would have done to our boat.
A few minutes later the wife, a real sweetheart, came by with two small bottles of wine and said she was so thankful we were there to help, as she was quite scared.
Shortly after that the third crewmember, the brother came by and said he didn’t know how the cap’n could be so stupid. He himself had years of experience with boats and his brother refused to listen to his advice. He was getting fed up.
The next day they pulled into Bridgeport, right in front of of us, and we were up in a flash to help again. This time the brother was at the helm, and guess what? Crash into the wall, just miss the boat behind them, give it one more try and six people were scrambling to get them safely moored.
The following morning, as we were preparing to cast off, the cap’n dropped by with four tomatoes from his wife’s garden and thanks for helping out.