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Friday, August 10, 2018

In the Weeds



For you biologists out there: yup, this particular clump isn't milfoil. But
the removal process is the same
From the Rideau Canal to the Champlain Canal, our passage has been plagued by Eurasian watermilfoil.

This fast-growing water plant wraps around your propeller shaft in such thick clots that it stops the boat.

Then Cap has to go swimming, to yank the stuff off. (Oh for a "weed hatch," like the English narrowboats have. Lets you remove weed from the prop without a dunk in the canal. (See a weed hatch in action.)

Evil Weed


Nonnative watermilfoil is more than an annoyance for boaters and people who want clear swimming areas, more than an economic issue for municipalities that want tourists to keep coming and waterfront property to stay valuable.

It's an ecological assault weapon that's wrecking vast ecosystems. And it's almost impossible to stop.

Bad for the Natives--But Why?


Sometimes you can remove weed from your prop
by putting it in reverse.
If you read the educational signs at nearly every marina and boat ramp, they tell you milfoil replaces beneficial water plants.

How does that work? This stuff grows FAST, strands can be 20 feet long, and stands of the weed are THICK. Where milfoil takes root, it shades out other water plants, the way trees in a forest can shade out other trees.

Milfoil grows so thick, it creates lots of hiding places where small fish can avoid being eaten by bigger fish.  That sounds like a good thing, right?

But naturally occurring food webs have a balance. The big fish can't get to their prey, so they starve, and then all the little fish out-eat their food supply (plankton and the like) and then THEY starve.  Not good.

How Did Milfoil Get Here?


I remember buying my first  goldfish at the pet store. The store owner threw in a sprig of something green to keep the water oxygenated and make the bowl look pretty. That was Eurasian milfoil, first brought to the United States in 1942 as an aquarium plant. (As the name suggests, it's native to Europe and Asia.)

Soon after, someone dumped their aquarium contents in a pond or stream somewhere. And now the evil weed is in 45 out of the 48 lower states.

A two-inch sprig from a frond cut up by a propeller can root and grow into a massive infestation.

Out of Control


Weed removal on the Champlain Canal
States have spent a boatload of money trying to understand milfoil biology and find effective control measures.

The watermilfoil weevil, an insect native to North America, actually likes Eurasian milfoil BETTER than native northern milfoil.

But so far, studies don't find that it eats enough to control the invader.

Mowing machines work like hay combines, cutting swathes to keep channels open. But they don't eradicate the weeds.

Rotavating machines that are more like tillers can yank the plants up by the roots. You push the plants on shore so they don't float away and just make more weed.  This approach can be effective but isn't practical for anything beyond small infestations.

No Happy Ending Yet


It's kind of mind-boggling to see the extent of this problem and how difficult it is to address.

And milfoil is just one of 122 invasive species now living in the Hudson River (where we are currently boating) and one of 49 invasives in beautiful Lake Champlain. It's a little harder to enjoy the scenery knowing what lurks under the water.

Wednesday, August 8, 2018

What Should You Name Your Yacht?

First, the handy links:


What's In a Name?


Hmmm. What does THIS owner think about his (or her) boat?
"A vessel's name conveys  . . . how the owner thinks about the boat," says Chapman's Boating Etiquette. "How do you think a boat named Marauder will negotiate a crowded channel?"

We named our vessel Dragonfly because dragonflies are kinda solar powered--on cold days they have to bask in the sun before they can fly.

(Of course, they're also one of the world's fastest-flying insects. And we're one of the world's slowest powerboats. We're just hoping the name gives her confidence.

(In a similar vein, as a kid, I named my goldfish "Fang.")

Boaters are Punsters


Spotted this one in a location dubbed the "Nauti-Dock."
My brothers and I once dubbed our family's ancient canvas-and-wood canoe, "Mom's Yacht-It's-Knot."

It seems like a huge number of boat owners enjoy similar groaner puns.

Gyp-sea. Seas the Day. Sea-cret Hide-Aweigh.

 Knot Retired. Tide the Knot. Knot for Sail. 

A Salt Weapon. Wastin' Aweigh Again.

My personal fave on this trip: a boat docked behind us at Beveridges Lock on the Rideau Canal, named Mon Ark.  A pun across two languages!

 I've barely scraped the salty surface of this list! (Get more at Pun-pedia.)

Can You Say That on the Radio? 


Hailing the boat overtaking me in the channel: Pinch Me!
Chapman warns that certain jokey boat names can create problems during routine radio transmissions.

"Wet Dreams, this is Let's Do It. Come in on channel 68."

At one marina last week, we saw a boat with a name that would make it tough to make a distress call.

"Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! This is . . .  April Fool!"

Chill-axin'


Lots of boats have names that show they're a refuge from life's stressors.

Hydrotherapy. Serenity.  Good Vibrations.(Powerboats only, that one.)

Near our home port of Macedon, NY, we often see a boat named Barb's Granite Kitchen Countertops (He Won the Coin Toss).

We thought that name was unique in all the world.  But this lifestsyle dilemma must be more common than we thought. Not far from Ottawa, we spotted a vessel named Kitchen Countertops.

See more funny boat names on the SlowBoat Facebook feed, and add your own!

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Monday, August 6, 2018

Going Overboard

Leaving your coffee cup here? Risky business.
When we did our Great Loop trip eight years ago, we lost a number of items overboard before we trained ourselves not to place anything on the stern seats.

For example, there was the time we steered Dragonfly in tight circles for an hour to rescue an insulated coffee mug.

Then there was the time Cap got out his fishing rod to skillfully retrieve a rug.

We Jinxed Ourselves

Lake Champlain is very deep--here, 132 feet right near shore.
If something goes overboard, you're not getting it back.
A couple days ago we were congratulating ourselves on how few items have gone in the drink this trip.

Let's see, we lost a walkie-talkie, carelessly set on the roof of the boat as we pumped out at Phoenix; and we also lost a new brake pad for Bill's bike. 

(Cap's note to self: Conduct bike repairs on dry land, not the stern deck)

Being smug about our lack of mishaps --bad mistake.

A Visit to a Museum. What Could be Safer?


This morning we left the charming Westport Marina and headed east to the Lake Champlain Maritime Museum.

We were taking a chance on actually being able to visit.  The Museum doesn't have an official visitor's dock.

Our Motto: Show Up and Look Cute


We weren't sure if we would be permitted to touch on the dock where historic boats are on display, including a reconstruction of the gunboat Philadelphia, built for the first American navy during the Revolutionary War. (More pix from that part of our trip here.)
Peter is a museum docent who portrays a Revolutionary Ware-era boatbuilder.  In real life he pilots his own electric boat!

But we approached with a hopeful spirit.  This museum celebrates (among many nautical themes) the canal boat trade that once flourished on Lake Champlain. Maybe they would welcome an actual canal boat joining the flotilla for a few hours. ("We're just part of the tour!")

They did! (Thank you LCMM!) We had a fantastic time touring all around, including a tour of the reconstructed gunboat by Peter, a docent in period costume.

When we finally got back to the dock, water conditions had gotten a little bouncy. We were nervous about getting off the dock because of our close proximity to a fragile-looking antique rowing boat.

Should Have Remembered THIS Motto: Mistakes Happen When You're in a Hurry


To make a long story short, one of our fenders got wedged on a dock protrusion.  The crew, trying to fend off with a boat hook, pushed too hard and . . .  splash! Woman overboard! Right into the drink!

I was in water not much over my head and right next to the dock.  A helpful visitor helped me scramble out, and then I jumped right back over to Dragonfly. So, no real harm done, just a dunking on a warm day. We pulled away and . . .

My glasses!  They went in the drink too!

Cap to the Rescue


Rather than risk the finicky maneuvers to land safely at the dock again, we motored to a convenient mooring ball about 50 yards away.  Cap got into his bathing suit, grabbed a scuba mask, and swam over to look for my recently purchased pricey progressives.

He dived and dived, to no avail.  Meanwhile, the day was rapidly going from sunny and pleasant to black and thunderous.  A few minutes after Cap made it back to the boat, the skies opened.

(We Heard This Later: Storm Accompanied by Tornado)


Rain slashed down  Thunder rolled. Lightning crackled.  (See the video here.) And the water in the little bay heaved with three-foot rollers. Dragonfly swung on the mooring ball like a compass needle over a magnetic anomaly.

After about an hour the rain lightened and a patch of blue appeared overhead.  When we went out on deck, we discovered that our pot of herbs, forgotten on the boat roof, had also gone overboard.

The Debrief


That evening over dinner, we did what we always do after any kind of near-dangerous event on the boat: we debriefed. What led to the accident? What could we have done differently? What should we remember for next time?

"Don't rush" is a big one.  We should have taken a few moments to confirm our strategy for getting off the dock. Cap started going forward, then decided to reverse out instead. That's when the boat swung against the dock and the fender got caught.

"Don't risk life and limb to protect property" is another. I was worried about Dragonfly damaging the dock more than I was considering my own safety.

Unlucky, But Lucky Too


Curiously, though, this accident probably helped keep us safe.  If I hadn't fallen in, and lost my glasses, we wouldn't have tied up to a mooring ball.  We would have headed on our way.

The forecast that morning was for only a slight chance of rain. The day was clear until a few minutes before the skies opened.  We later learned that two different tornadoes passed through, not far from where we were.

We would have been out in the open lake when the winds whipped up, in water too deep to set an anchor.

But . . . High Five! We didn't sink the boat today.






Friday, August 3, 2018

Where We Stayed

This post will catch you up on our whereabouts.

Ain't he the cutest?
We left the boat in Plattsburg this past weekend.

We grabbed a rental car to go down to NYC to babysit for the cutest baby in Brooklyn while his parents went to a wedding.

From Plattsburgh . . . 


On Monday, we set out south down Lake Champlain, but ran into pretty big waves.  (Click the link to check 'em out!)

Lighting the anchor light at Stave Island
So we decided to be safe, and settled into an anchorage off  Stave Island.

It was a relief to be in calm water! We swam, caught up on boat chores, and enjoyed a beautiful sunset.

Handy Man to Have Around: Cap also had the chance to put his EMT skills to work helping a boater who injured his hand.

To Burlington . . . 


On Tuesday, the lake had settled down a little and we made it to Burlington, goggle-eyed at the scenery all the way.

Lake to the right, lake to the left!
Once we'd settled in, we got out our bikes.  Burlington has an amazing bike path that takes you north along the lakeshore, then out over a narrow causeway.

This town has loads of farm-to-table restaurants and craft brewpubs. Heaven!

The next day, the lake had big bouncy waves again. 

So we left Dragonfly tied to the dock and  took a "busman's holiday":  we let someone else do the piloting and went for a ride on the ferry.  (More pix here.)

We wrapped up the day by biking south to Magic Hat Brewery. Their "artifactory" facility has a trippy hippie vibe.

There, we ended the day by hoisting a glass (or two) for our traditional toast:

"High five! We didn't sink the boat today."

Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Wear Your Life Jacket!

The July 25th "What IS It?" quiz asked you to figure out why Parks Canada locktenders have embraced a retro fashion, fanny packs.

And we have a winner! Erik Saunders, please step forward.

Erik correctly identified those nifty little fanny packs as stealth PFDs (personal flotation devices).

You may be more familiar with the term "life jacket."  But as you can see, a life-saving flotation device doesn't have to look like a coat or vest.

We Pause for This Public Service Message


PFDs save lives. In 83% of recreational boating deaths by drowning, the victim was NOT wearing a PFD.

The best PFD is . . . the one you are willing to wear. Lots of people say they don't wear a PFD because it's hot or bulky.

Parks Canada is keeping its personnel safe by 1) requiring them to wear PFDs and 2) choosing PFDs that are easy to wear: comfortable and inobtrusive. Good on ya, Parks Canada.

How Does a Fanny Pack PFD Work?


This kind of life vest is also cool and lightweight.
If you fall in the water, a CO2 cartridge fires automatically. A life vest pops ouf of the pack and inflates. Watch this video to see how it works!

(You can also inflate the PFD manually, by blowing in a tube.)

Scott  Barbara of  U.S. Power Squadron is a boating safety expert. He notes that the locktenders really need to be wearing their fanny packs in front, not in back.

When the life vest deploys, you need to pull it up over your head--which is hard to do when it's behind your back!

Try It BEFORE You Need It


Scott also recommends that, if you plan to use a fanny pack PFD, you test-drive it before you need it.  Fall into the water on purpose and practice getting the vest over your head. 

Good advice, Scott!  (You'll then have to buy a replacement CO2 cartridge, but worth it for the peace of mind.)

When I'm out on our boat's catwalk in a lock, and the boat is heaving and sloshing around in the turbulence as the lock fills, and I contemplate the narrow gap between the boat and the wall, and what might happen if I were to fall in, well, wearing a PFD sounds pretty darned good!