Messing About in Boats, Boots, and Byways:

Archive of Erie Canal Journal entries for 2004: 23 July 04

  One of our favorite destinations is the Erie Canal, which originally began in downtown Buffalo, and later when the canal was widened and renamed the Erie Canal Barge Canal, the canal began, and still begins, at North Tonawanda on the Niagara River where Tonawanda Creek empties into the river.

    We have biked in five-mile bites from Lockport to Brockport, and we've rowed a time or two, too.

  

  

Reality and other approximations

    For a few years, now, we have been looking for the lost boat ramp that we remember using for a row that we took in the Weekend Skiff.

    Try as we might, we couldn't find it, until a few weeks ago when we were riding our bikes west from Knowlesville on the canal.

    Turns out, the boat ramp is in the shadow of the Medina Guard Gate, which is in the shadow of the Bates Road bridge over the canal.

    This has opened a four- or five-mile stretch of the canal, from the lift bridge at Medina to the lift bridge at Knowlesville, for our enjoyment in the Harmonica.

    On this evening, the water was like glass. We enjoyed to cool air after a few days of heat and humidity. Got some good pix, too. The days went from light to dark and from familiar to strange and wonderful. The pix capture the changes.

The Reverend wanted to jog, so I drifted near the Bates Street Bridge, taking pix.
Reality and its pretenders ... the blur on the towpath takes sharper edges in the water's reflection. I like the X made by two pieces of Medina sandstone and their reflections.
As I continued to wait for the Reverend to return from her run, the bridge continued to change with the light ...
... taking on the hues of pure peace and joy.
Just a few feet upstream from the Bates Street Bridge, the Medina Guard Gate stands ready to cut off the flow of the canal in case of an emergency or to aid in the draining for winter.
The reflection was so beautiful that I cropped out the reality it mirrors.
Still waiting, still changing.
After the Reverend boarded, we went upstream toward Medina. This bird graced a dead tree. This pic makes for some righteous desktop wallpaper -- zen and the art of bird/branches.
Between two worlds, each with its charms and secrets.
I timed our arrival at the wide stretch of the canal in Medina so the setting sun would come into play.
This is the middle of the three bridges over the canal in the village of Medina.
The Medina waterfront and its reflection.
Herkimer

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