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And the River Cried………………… by Rich Briere
As the founder of the Ahwaga Canoe Club which is based here
in the Triple Cities, I’ve taken many people out on the waters of the
Susquehanna. In fact, more than 600 members have joined the ACC in the past 10
years and we often paddle our canoes and kayaks right here in our own back yard.
This number pales when compared to the number of folks who have taken up
paddlesports here in the Paddling Mecca of the Northeast, the Twin Tiers. This
summer, with the lack of water available anywhere else that’s deep enough to
paddle on, we often have members paddling from Hill Park or Moore Park every
day. One week ago, however, I had an experience on that river which has left me
in a state of shock.
As we unloaded the watercraft from our cars, I looked out
across the water at Hill Park. It appeared that there was, indeed, just enough
water to be able to take this 15 boat group down to Campville. We began to put
the boats into the very shallow water and I felt something odd; the water was
extremely warm. I attributed this to the fact that the water level is so low
that the sun was heating it to much higher temperatures than normal. As we
paddled downstream, picking our way carefully through the shallows and trying to
find channels deep enough to get through, something else became apparent--I was
unable to see more than two inches of my paddle in the water—the river was
filthy. As a matter of fact, I’d never, in twenty years of paddling this
waterway, seen anything like this. It was, in no uncertain terms, GROSS!
We continued our journey and, as always, took note of what
we saw in and on the river. There were two eagles sitting in the trees, waiting
for dinner. Countless numbers of Great Blue Herons flew off and squawked as we
invaded their fishing territories. Several deer had come to the river to drink
and eat the grass and vegetation along the bank. There were also a large number
of dead fish floating belly-up. And then I noticed something else that hit a
chord in my consciousness. We were now parallel to the Circus that had come to
Vestal and I saw several children playing in the water. As if a lightbulb had
gone off in my head, I realized that circus folks don’t often stay in Hotels.
How many of them were using the river to cool down or to clean up after a hard
days work? But again, these were young children, splashing and playing about in
this muck-filled cesspool.
I was unable to sleep that night as my mind was filled with
thoughts as to what had happened to our river and when dawn arrived and its
light streamed through my bedroom window, my wife and I got to work on our
fact-finding mission. We began calling folks who would have the answers; the
Board of Health, the DEC, environmental groups and the Vestal sewage treatment
plant for starters. Surprisingly, no one except the environmentalists wanted to
talk about it. The answers ranged from…….”No Comment” to one of the best
responses that I’ve heard so far. I asked the following question to a County
Health official during a conversation; “You’re telling me not to paddle below
the sewage treatment plant in Vestal because the water is highly polluted. OK,
I’ll accept that, but how far downstream would be safe?” The answer? “The
Chesapeake Bay sounds like it might work”.
While the answer was pathetically funny, the situation that
we find ourselves in is not. Those are YOUR children that are playing in and
near the rivers. That’s YOUR river and the animals that frequent it are eating
what’s in it and depositing what they’ve eaten in YOUR property exactly as WE
deposit what we’ve eaten into theirs. What are we doing to our neighbors who
live downstream and get their water from the same source that Binghamton
does—the Susquehanna River? Have any of them been told? Warned about possible
health consequences? I know that I haven’t heard a thing. I want to know why
not.
Yes, there’s a problem at the Vestal Sewage Treatment Plant
and yes, they’ve been given a “special permit” by the EPA so that they can
continue to dump tons of sewage directly into a river that’s no longer 5 or 10
feet deep as it was when the permit was issued. Several people who should know,
and again ask to stay “off the record” so as not to lose their jobs, have told
me that as much as 70% of this “product” is often untreated. The water level is
now, at best, 4 or 5 INCHES deep in MANY parts of the river. Put two teaspoons
of Kool-Aid in a fifty gallon drum and watch it disappear. Put that same two
teaspoons in a paper cup and the results are far different, my friend.
I don’t claim to have the answer to the problem here. I
don’t even claim to have all the correct questions. I’m not a scientist nor am I
a politician. I’m just a man who cares deeply about his community and the
environment that is ours to watch over and care for. The Susquehanna River, YOUR
River, holds a great title—it’s the dirtiest river in the nation. That’s a fact
which you can verify by going to Google. The section below the Vestal Sewage
Treatment plant is the dirtiest that I’ve ever seen. That’s also a fact that you
can verify by climbing into a boat and having a look for yourself.
I want answers as to why that is so and how long it’s to
continue. I want billboards put up at EVERY access point on the river for miles
downstream warning paddlers, swimmers and fishermen about the dangers that
they’re exposing themselves to. I want the media to warn their readers and
viewers about the tragedy that’s taking place here as we work hard to turn
Broome and Tioga Counties into a recreational draw to offset the jobs that are
all headed elsewhere and aren’t coming back. I will not accept another dose of
“No Comment” and neither should you.
Sincerely,
Rich Briere
Owego, NY
www.richbriere.com
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Canoeing
One of the great loves of my
life, I started out paddling with
my
Dad in the mid sixties after first being introduced to a canoe at the
Paddle-Boat Pond in Look Park.
The pic that you see here was taken on the Delaware River, our favorite flatwater
paddling spot, located very close to our home.
I became quite passionate about canoeing and, to this day, it remains my very favorite
outdoor activity. I've found paddling canoes to be the most amazing form of
stress relief that there is. Of course, you probably don't have any stress in
your life----right?
Canoeing or Kayaking allows you to see
life in a completely different way than you might otherwise and I hope that,
should you not already enjoy the many pleasures that you can derive from paddling,
you might give it a try. Listening to the music of the Rivers and Streams as
they carry you along on their backs may prompt you to find an entirely new
method of "getting away from it all". Who knows, soon you may be sitting in
your favorite chair watching Bill Mason instructional videos and learning to enjoy the art of pure
-relaxation
on the water---paddlesports.
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One Last Time
I'm one of those people who's lucky enough to have a
good-size pond right next door to the house. This pond is surrounded by a lot of
woodlands, supports a fair amount of wildlife and offers an incredible amount
of open sky. I try to get over to the pond as often as I can and I'm always
amazed by the different things that I see, .......but this last trip of the year
on a cold fall day was special.
I figured that I'd better try and get out on the water one
last time before it was iced over. Colder weather was in the forecast, so I
tossed my wood-canvas Willow on my shoulders, grabbed my favorite paddle,
and off I went. The air was frigid and the normally blue sky was partially
covered by a growing blanket of fluffy, gray clouds. It was now late afternoon
and the pond was becoming very still. After paddling once around the small tree-covered island
and checking out the beaver lodge, I noticed a lone figure sitting
about ten feet up in a tree at the waters edge.
I
was now gliding through the water, my body motionless, paddle in hand as I moved slowly
towards a large hawk that had recently taken up residence here. She
let me approach to within twenty-five feet and we both just sat quietly,
sharing the oncoming sunset.
We sat together for what seemed to be a very long time and
then I became aware of it----the first snow of the season had slowly begun to
fall; it was certainly an experience that I'll not soon forget. You can curl up by the fire, reading a book by author
Sigurd Olson, and imagine the precious moments that he describes so wonderfully
on the printed pages, but when it really happens to you.......WOW!
There's a very brief window in time which opens only during
those final seconds of the passing-days light, a split second when natures
colors become so incredible that you can only watch in amazement as they change
before your eyes. I did jus t
that----watched in awe as the canoe's wooden interior, absorbing the final,
multicolored rays of the afternoon sun, visually changed. It went suddenly from
the usual, butterscotch hues of finely varnished cedar planks into bright,
explosive, wooden strips of gold, the rich color of honey. No man-made object
could possibly be more beautiful than a watercraft created from wood. Then, much
too quickly, the sun dropped behind the hills to the west and the magic was
over.
The new snow was now falling steadily around both of us, my
winged companion and me. As the snow fell it began to cover the trees on the shore
while disappearing on contact with the water as it dropped into the cold, black
pond. The water in turn responded to the soft touch of each giant, white flake
by sending out tiny, circular ripples, spreading out in all
directions at once. And all of this took place in complete silence-----a wondrous Symphony for the eyes as well as the soul.
The hawk had
seen enough; she too seemed to have enjoyed the show that Mother Nature had
provided for the two of us. As if on cue, she spread her powerful wings, sent a
final, chilling call deep into the forest and sailed off into the approaching
night.
And I-----I sat for a few more moments. I was certain now
that while floating in a small wooden canoe, a canoe crafted to hold only
a single paddler, I'd just shared a tiny piece of Heaven with a Friend.
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RB Dancing with Pine Creek
in Pennsylvania's Grand Canyon.

One of my favorite things to do is to climb into a canoe and
dance with a river. As the Southern Tier of New York is THE canoeing capitol of
the Free World, I'd encourage you to get out and enjoy them too. Diane and I
sometimes coordinate trips on local rivers and you're welcome to come along
should you feel the urge.

I picked up this SRT a couple of years ago from Dave Curtis in Hemlock, NY. This
canoe is a dream come true and I encourage you to try one out at your earliest
opportunity. :)
My Favorite Canoe Builder,
Jerry Stelmok

If you share life with ONE Stelmok Canoe.......you are a
fortunate human indeed. If you live with TWO, you have done something which sets
you apart from mere mortals; perhaps that little old lady that you helped cross
the street in 1957 has put in a good word for you in Heaven. To actually have
the pleasure of dancing with three of Jerry's canoes, I've been known to
sometimes lose control and run naked through the yard while singing "Hallelujah"
at the top of my lungs!!
To learn more about Jerry and other talented builders of
wooden watercraft, click here.
Bill Mason
1929-1988
Bill Mason was born in Winnipeg,
Manitoba, in 1929, and displayed exceptional artistic talent by the age of
two.
He graduated from the University of
Manitoba School of Art in 1951 and went on to a creative career, as a
commercial artist, animator, filmmaker, author and painter. If you don't know
who Bill Mason is, you need to. If you're spending time on this page, your
life could benefit greatly from watching some of Bill's films and reading his
books.
I'll be putting up several links here as
well as letting you know where you can find great learning tools. Please do us
both a favor; begin by watching the Bill Mason Classic, "Waterwalker".
If
you happen to live in an area of the country that gets COLD during the winter,
you'll be a happy camper by pulling up your favorite chair, stoking the fire a
bit and
opening one of Sigurd's incredible books.
Sigurd F. Olson
(1899-1982)
This site explores the life and legacy of Sigurd F. Olson, one of
America's most beloved nature writers and most influential conservationists of
the 20th century. Best known as the author of The Singing Wilderness and
eight other books, Olson also played an important role in the preservation of a
number of national parks, seashores, and wilderness areas.

Bill's daughter, Becky, is carrying on
the traditions of sharing and teaching about paddling. I'll be putting up
"lots" of "Becky info" here in the near future. :^>)

Should you not currently OWN your own boat, you can "rent"
canoes and kayaks locally. You'll find several outdoor clubs in this area which
you're welcome to join.
Some organizations offer canoe AND kayak lesson programs and
weekly river trips as well.

When planning a canoe trip, it's always nice to know where the
water IS.......and where it ISN'T. Click on the RiverRat to find out. You
may want to check here fairly often so that you can tell with a glance just what
your favorite river is doing. Is it calling you to come play........or is it
telling you to come back another day?


Meetings every Tuesday, 7:30pm
Japes Lodge on Beebe Lake.
Paddling on Beebe prior to meetings when weather permits. Come join us!
The Cornell
Outing Club is a group of people who cooperate to take trips into the
natural world. We help people who wish to lead trips or to participate in
Hiking, Backpacking, Biking, Canoeing, Kayaking, Caving, Rock and Ice
Climbing, Cross Country Skiing, Snowshoeing and Winter Mountaineering.
The club provides some equipment and the opportunity to meet other people with
similar interests. Both people who are new to an activity and those with
experience are welcome.


Wooden Canoes--The closest thing to Heaven.

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