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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

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Canoeing 

Delaware_canoeing_in_Fall.jpg (26172 bytes)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, youOld Town Icon 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.

rt5green.jpg (9316 bytes)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 jusCovert 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.

 

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.

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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".

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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. OlsonSigurd Olson at Listening Point, 1961
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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?

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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.

The Canadian Canoe Museum

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Wooden Canoes--The closest thing to Heaven.

Shaw & Tenney of Orono, Maine - Hand Crafted Wooden Oars and Paddles since 1858