It was an exceptionally eventful day, but lonely, since the first thing I did was to drive Mary to the Little Falls interchange on the NYS Thruway so she could catch her ride to Cape Cod. She was on her way to curl with a group of women from Rochester in a bonspiel in Falmouth. It's a great bonspiel to attend, since most curling events entail weather even colder than the ice surface. At this event on the Cape, you curl for part of the day, and spend the rest of it on the beach.
As we left, I grabbed my camera. "I know what you're going to do," said Mary.
"I'm really not that hard to figure out," I replied.
Mary on her way, I turned right near the bottom of the hill onto the grounds of the Herkimer Home.
Nicolas Herkimer (anglicized from Herchheimer) must have been a wealthy man. A brick house of this size must have cost a fortune in 1764. Come to think of it, it wouldn't be cheap today. |
No less impressive from the southeast. |
The view of the house from the confined banks of the Mohawk River. I'm sure General Herkimer saw this area flooded more than once. Not sure the party tent is original. |
I bet you missed the yellow moths on the road in the previous photo. |
A lovely bateau. How would you like to pole this baby, loaded with a ton of provisions, up the Mohawk against the current? |
The monument to the General. |
So why has the home been preserved, and the monument erected? Perhaps because there might be no US of A without the General's exploits.
As his troops marched to the defense of the besieged Fort Schuyler, they were ambushed in the gully of a small creek. Herkimer, bleeding from a wound in his leg, twice rallied his troops. Aided by a sudden downpour, he was able to organize his forces and repulse the attack.
The inspiring yet sad story might have been forgotten after he died of his wounds days later at his home, but the action of that day (and subsequent engagements) broke one of the three prongs of British General Burgoyne's campaign. The Colonies remained whole, not divided and conquered.
But the home itself was not open. I'll have to go back. I'm sure Mary will be excited about that.
The stretch is also personally significant, since I spent a long dark evening there once when my orange Datsun B210 decided the hill was too high. Why didn't I put the purchase price into maintaining my '66 Volvo? I cringe every time I pass through, remembering how the little insect of a car shuddered each time a huge truck flew past in the driving rain.
Though I was not able to look down onto Little Falls as I thought I might, there are some splendid reasons to turn off Route 5s onto Otrupcak Hill Road.
The hill with the pinwheels on top is across the Mohawk is at least a mile away. I have no idea where that mansion is. Never saw it before exploring the top of this hill. |
The flowers, moths and birds were abundant atop the hill. Bright sun, steady wind and bird music make it a peaceful place. |
Frustrated at no view down to Little Falls, I turned around and was treated to this vista on my way back. Sometimes what you get is better than what you look for. |
I will go there again. And maybe Mary will actually want to go. To see this place.
No one was manning Stone Sink Designs, but the flowers were beautiful, and the idea of a business stuck way out on a dirt road on a windswept hill was intriguing. |
Do they make deliveries? I hope the brakes are good for the ride down the hill. If not, there will certainly be breaks. |
"Grow Yourself Happy," reinforced by floral notes from a sousaphone planter. |
I came down off the hill and headed back to the valley.
Many times I've driven up and down Rt. 169, the short highway from the Thruway Exit 29A to Little Falls, and noticed there are rocks up above that don't look quite right. They just don't grow like that.
I surmised that the Erie Canal engineers had created the slice through the rocks to skirt the rapids called Little Falls. I was wrong.
One of the houses on the dead end road above. Not sure why you'd want to build a house with an empty canal view. |
Canal Discovery Time complete, I pointed the car towards the camp. There is an official Scenic Overlook on the way up Rt. 167 to Dolgeville. It is completely useless due to the trees below the parking site and the angle of view. But it is a great place to leave your car while you run back down the slope to the spot where you can stand on the guard rail and brace your leg against a mailbox so you can take pictures.
Hokey as it may sound, I really do love New York. This view is downriver from the north side of the Mohawk Valley. Do you think the road designers consciously mimicked the curves of the river? |
Just before I crossed the town line into Stratford, where the camp resides, I saw a dark figure move off the road up ahead. Slowing to look into the woods, I confirmed that it was a small bear. He looked at me for a moment and then vanished.
No, I don't constantly have the camera in one hand while I drive with the other, so you don't get to see him.
There were more cars on the dead-end road into the camp than I had ever seen before. More wildlife, no doubt. |
Yep...a horde of vultures at an estate sale. And I was one. I came away with exactly what I needed...nothing! |
Arriving at the camp, our needy dog expressed desire for my sandwich. |
Ginger wants salami, and I don't care!
(to the tune of Jimmy Crack Corn)
Ginger wants salami, and I don't care!
Ginger wants salami, and I don't CARE...
Her dog food's best for her.
I went for an evening cruise in my kayak. The channel to the big lake is beyond the marsh and between the trees. Kane Mountain looms, more distant than it appears. |
I went out to the big portion of the Canada Lake to see if the eagle was in the tree where Mary had detected it two days before. Probably too many people and boats around on this nice weekend, so no luck. I followed Papa Loon for awhile, letting him lead me away from Mama and Baby, and then decided that it was time to head back.
"Leave my family alone, Human!" |
As I paddled, a shadow moved across the water and I looked up to see the eagle almost directly overhead, fish in his talons. He banked to the left and to my surprise, landed in the shallows nearby. I grabbed the camera from the waterproof bag and started clicking away as the wind pushed me toward him.
He has just finished his sushi. I was surprised he let me drift as close as he did. |
He was done eating, and I was getting closer, so he bid adieu. |
I'm glad to have some pictures of this guy, but they don't really capture the detail I'd like. Why thanks, big guy...you've provided a perfect excuse for that longer lens I've been wanting. |
I paddled home with renewed vigor, looking forward to seeing the eagle on screen. Having him show off was a great ending to a eventful day, but when I finally returned, the house was quiet and just didn't seem alive. I let the dog out, but she didn't seem to have her usual energy.
It doesn't matter what we do. We're still lonesome. |