Marooned in Fonda
With some light rain and glimpses of
sun we made our way through a few more locks and pulled up to the wall after
lock 12. The purpose of this stop was to visit some ruins/remains of earlier
versions of the Erie Canal. At this
spot, the three main periods of the canals evolution can be seen. The very earliest small locks are nearby like
the ones we saw near Schenectady as well as the next size up. Also at Schohaire
there are remains of an aqua duct that carried the canal over the Schohaire
Creek – this historic site is therefore called Schohaire Crossing! Other than a few houses, the lock, and the
visitor center, this is a remote and peaceful stop – unless trains are a
concern? We sat next to a very busy set of tracks – but their “noise” just
added to the dam and birds as background. We were lucky to have some sunshine for a walk
up to the park and visitor center to see the aqua duct since shortly after our
return the skies darkened and darkened and darkened, and then it poured with
dramatic flashes of lightening. We
turned on the weather channel to discover we were under a tornado warning and
of course a danger from lightening. While the storm was exciting – we were not
too impressed coming from Florida – but then we were IN Florida according to
the sign we passed on the way to the aqua duct! Go figure!
In the morning we had noticed all the
logs and debris in the river but did not realize the water had come up enough
to make the locks dangerous. (I guess we missed that flash flood warning?) As
we were pulling away from the dock after waiting for the fog to lift, the lock
tender kindly called us to say the lock ahead was closed, so we would have to
wait it out in Fonda. Here we sit,
marooned in Fonda. This is actually a dock inside the canal maintenance
facility, is gated and comes with free power.
The workers also kindly offered to drive us a few miles up the road to a
big supermarket if we needed more supplies than are available at the
convenience stores a few blocks away. We are not sure if they treat everyone
this well or if they just feel sorry for the two boats stuck here until the
water levels fall. Thankfully we are in
no hurry and have enjoyed a little sunshine to explore and sample local Chinese
food for lunch. Fonda apparently really is the ancestral home of Henry Fonda,
but we saw no evidence of his life or any connection here. Fonda in fact is so small that we crossed
into several other cities as we rode our bikes around – in few short blocks we
visited Fonda, Mohawk, and Fullerton. A stop in the post office was a trip back
in time – all original boxes and service windows making the modern display of
express boxes seem out of place. The antique store felt like a complete 1950s
era five and dime shop – fortunately with some buttons for me. There is a
little of the 21st century in the area since we can see the golden arches
across the river and at least three pizza joints. Suffering here in Fonda we
aren’t.