Re: [bolger] Re: Gloucester, a dyspeptic trip log
If they are all white then they are either Snowy Egrets, 24" long, with
a crest, or Great Egrets 39" long, no crest. If they were small and no
crest, then they might be a flock of juvenile Snowy Egrets. Both can be
found that far North, though not common.
For those interested in bird identification from your Bolger Boat
(always OT), the current fave is The National Audubon Societies "The
SIBLEY Guide to Birds". I got a copy for Christmas last year, and I
highly recommend it.
HJ
crandall wrote:
a crest, or Great Egrets 39" long, no crest. If they were small and no
crest, then they might be a flock of juvenile Snowy Egrets. Both can be
found that far North, though not common.
For those interested in bird identification from your Bolger Boat
(always OT), the current fave is The National Audubon Societies "The
SIBLEY Guide to Birds". I got a copy for Christmas last year, and I
highly recommend it.
HJ
crandall wrote:
>
> > Can anyone can tell me what the white birds that seemed like delicate
> > herons were?
>
> Egrets of one sort or another. Saw them myself out in Gloucester last month.
> Not Snowy egrets, something else. Very nice.
>
> BTW, for water bird watching, nothing beats Florida, alas.
>
> -Chris
>
> Can anyone can tell me what the white birds that seemed like delicateEgrets of one sort or another. Saw them myself out in Gloucester last month.
> herons were?
Not Snowy egrets, something else. Very nice.
BTW, for water bird watching, nothing beats Florida, alas.
-Chris
Nice report.
Where you at? Shows the difference. On a recent holiday weekend, Labor Day,
I went to Keystone state park to launch. The parking lot was only about 1/3
full of trailers, and there was one other boat on the four lane boat ramp.
Chebacco Richard in Oklahoma, remembering why I live here.
Where you at? Shows the difference. On a recent holiday weekend, Labor Day,
I went to Keystone state park to launch. The parking lot was only about 1/3
full of trailers, and there was one other boat on the four lane boat ramp.
Chebacco Richard in Oklahoma, remembering why I live here.
----- Original Message -----
From: "rnlocnil" <lincolnr@...>
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Sent: Monday, September 09, 2002 9:32 AM
Subject: [bolger] Gloucester, a dyspeptic trip log
> Well, now I know why Bolger complains about how there are no flat
> calms anymore since everything is cut up by boat wakes. It was a bit
> choppy in the outer harbor, so we put in at the High School and went
> north. Fortunately, we didn't need to use the ramp as the line was
> maybe 10 or 15 boats deep! Many, many trucks and trailers parked all
> over including some rigs with parking tickets. Rolled by all that on
> our take apart boat wheels and put in next to the ramp on a little
> beach. There were unending lines of powerboats going up and down
> continuously. Traffic levels approached those of the Parade of Lights.
> The Rt. 128 bridge was beautiful to go under, tho we noted that
> someone with more guts than brains had descended a very narrow ladder
> and done a little graffiti very high above the water. Didn't ruin the
> effect, just highlighted just how high up the bridge is. Even in the
> marshes there were a bunch of waterskiers ensuring accelerated erosion
> of the mudbanks. We made a mistake threading one of the mazes of
> channels in the marshes, got stubborn, and ended up getting out and
> pushing for a short distance. Still, it was a fun trip. I wonder if
> anyone can tell me what the white birds that seemed like delicate
> herons were? If I read my map (not a nautical chart) correctly, we got
> up somewhere behind Pearce Island before we turned around, and it's
> probably a good thing that's when we did as we had to fight a little
> current and wind. Our first real encounter with tidal currents, but we
> got away ok. Somewhere between the 128 and railroad bridges the
> current reversed so we didn't have to fight any really strong stuff.
> Watching a swan go thru tipped us off that the current under the
> railroad bridge was running the right way. Seemed to be a real urban
> swan as it paddled around a busy marina and a line of boats waiting to
> get to the trailer ramp.
>
> I don't think we saw any other obviously homemade boats all day, and
> no rowing boats underway at all while we were out on the water. That's
> out of hundreds or thousands of boats. We did get to inspect a few
> old, hard chine racing catboats at close range in a little boatyard.
> Mostly, it was motorboats. Maybe 5 kayaks and a couple of little
> catboats underway. An awful lot of gas used, plus an awful lot of
> conformity and fashion. Several times we saw big boats with skinny
> women in bikinis hanging out a good long distance from the captain.
> Seems to me that in a smaller boat these guys would get more of an
> eyeful plus they would be proving that they didn't need as much
> artificial assistance to snare babes. Perhaps the real point is to
> display the babes to the other guys, a point reinforced
> particularly by seeing a boat named something like "Sea Sex" (I kid
> you not) with the guys looking where they were going and a
> textile-challenged woman on the aft sunning platform. I'm afraid we
> may have interrupted something going on on an 18 footer that at first
> appeared to be moored out in the middle of the marshes, tho they must
> have been keeping a lookout as we made a point of not getting too
> close.
>
> When we hung around on the Boulevard we did see a couple of real,
> large fishing boats heading out and two Banks dories which appeared to
> be practicing for a race. Also, some guys were fooling around on the
> famous greasy pole. We were about to leave when we were stopped by a
> little parade, some kind of religious festival with banners and a
> sloppy marching band.
>
> There's a place to launch boats at one end of the Boulevard, but it
> didn't seem crowded for some reason. Mostly small boats, tho there
> were a pair of mysterious tracks amazingly far apart, as if someone
> had driven a garbage truck into the sea. A guy launched his dinghy
> there, rowed out about 40 feet, and proceeded to motor up and down the
> beach at about 1/2 rowing speed. Of course, given his rowing skills
> this may have been a better way.
>
> I know this little report seems dyspeptic, but it really was a rather
> entertaining day. I guess it's easier to complain than to explain the
> subtleties that make a rowing trip enjoyable.
>
>
>
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Well, now I know why Bolger complains about how there are no flat
calms anymore since everything is cut up by boat wakes. It was a bit
choppy in the outer harbor, so we put in at the High School and went
north. Fortunately, we didn't need to use the ramp as the line was
maybe 10 or 15 boats deep! Many, many trucks and trailers parked all
over including some rigs with parking tickets. Rolled by all that on
our take apart boat wheels and put in next to the ramp on a little
beach. There were unending lines of powerboats going up and down
continuously. Traffic levels approached those of the Parade of Lights.
The Rt. 128 bridge was beautiful to go under, tho we noted that
someone with more guts than brains had descended a very narrow ladder
and done a little graffiti very high above the water. Didn't ruin the
effect, just highlighted just how high up the bridge is. Even in the
marshes there were a bunch of waterskiers ensuring accelerated erosion
of the mudbanks. We made a mistake threading one of the mazes of
channels in the marshes, got stubborn, and ended up getting out and
pushing for a short distance. Still, it was a fun trip. I wonder if
anyone can tell me what the white birds that seemed like delicate
herons were? If I read my map (not a nautical chart) correctly, we got
up somewhere behind Pearce Island before we turned around, and it's
probably a good thing that's when we did as we had to fight a little
current and wind. Our first real encounter with tidal currents, but we
got away ok. Somewhere between the 128 and railroad bridges the
current reversed so we didn't have to fight any really strong stuff.
Watching a swan go thru tipped us off that the current under the
railroad bridge was running the right way. Seemed to be a real urban
swan as it paddled around a busy marina and a line of boats waiting to
get to the trailer ramp.
I don't think we saw any other obviously homemade boats all day, and
no rowing boats underway at all while we were out on the water. That's
out of hundreds or thousands of boats. We did get to inspect a few
old, hard chine racing catboats at close range in a little boatyard.
Mostly, it was motorboats. Maybe 5 kayaks and a couple of little
catboats underway. An awful lot of gas used, plus an awful lot of
conformity and fashion. Several times we saw big boats with skinny
women in bikinis hanging out a good long distance from the captain.
Seems to me that in a smaller boat these guys would get more of an
eyeful plus they would be proving that they didn't need as much
artificial assistance to snare babes. Perhaps the real point is to
display the babes to the other guys, a point reinforced
particularly by seeing a boat named something like "Sea Sex" (I kid
you not) with the guys looking where they were going and a
textile-challenged woman on the aft sunning platform. I'm afraid we
may have interrupted something going on on an 18 footer that at first
appeared to be moored out in the middle of the marshes, tho they must
have been keeping a lookout as we made a point of not getting too
close.
When we hung around on the Boulevard we did see a couple of real,
large fishing boats heading out and two Banks dories which appeared to
be practicing for a race. Also, some guys were fooling around on the
famous greasy pole. We were about to leave when we were stopped by a
little parade, some kind of religious festival with banners and a
sloppy marching band.
There's a place to launch boats at one end of the Boulevard, but it
didn't seem crowded for some reason. Mostly small boats, tho there
were a pair of mysterious tracks amazingly far apart, as if someone
had driven a garbage truck into the sea. A guy launched his dinghy
there, rowed out about 40 feet, and proceeded to motor up and down the
beach at about 1/2 rowing speed. Of course, given his rowing skills
this may have been a better way.
I know this little report seems dyspeptic, but it really was a rather
entertaining day. I guess it's easier to complain than to explain the
subtleties that make a rowing trip enjoyable.
calms anymore since everything is cut up by boat wakes. It was a bit
choppy in the outer harbor, so we put in at the High School and went
north. Fortunately, we didn't need to use the ramp as the line was
maybe 10 or 15 boats deep! Many, many trucks and trailers parked all
over including some rigs with parking tickets. Rolled by all that on
our take apart boat wheels and put in next to the ramp on a little
beach. There were unending lines of powerboats going up and down
continuously. Traffic levels approached those of the Parade of Lights.
The Rt. 128 bridge was beautiful to go under, tho we noted that
someone with more guts than brains had descended a very narrow ladder
and done a little graffiti very high above the water. Didn't ruin the
effect, just highlighted just how high up the bridge is. Even in the
marshes there were a bunch of waterskiers ensuring accelerated erosion
of the mudbanks. We made a mistake threading one of the mazes of
channels in the marshes, got stubborn, and ended up getting out and
pushing for a short distance. Still, it was a fun trip. I wonder if
anyone can tell me what the white birds that seemed like delicate
herons were? If I read my map (not a nautical chart) correctly, we got
up somewhere behind Pearce Island before we turned around, and it's
probably a good thing that's when we did as we had to fight a little
current and wind. Our first real encounter with tidal currents, but we
got away ok. Somewhere between the 128 and railroad bridges the
current reversed so we didn't have to fight any really strong stuff.
Watching a swan go thru tipped us off that the current under the
railroad bridge was running the right way. Seemed to be a real urban
swan as it paddled around a busy marina and a line of boats waiting to
get to the trailer ramp.
I don't think we saw any other obviously homemade boats all day, and
no rowing boats underway at all while we were out on the water. That's
out of hundreds or thousands of boats. We did get to inspect a few
old, hard chine racing catboats at close range in a little boatyard.
Mostly, it was motorboats. Maybe 5 kayaks and a couple of little
catboats underway. An awful lot of gas used, plus an awful lot of
conformity and fashion. Several times we saw big boats with skinny
women in bikinis hanging out a good long distance from the captain.
Seems to me that in a smaller boat these guys would get more of an
eyeful plus they would be proving that they didn't need as much
artificial assistance to snare babes. Perhaps the real point is to
display the babes to the other guys, a point reinforced
particularly by seeing a boat named something like "Sea Sex" (I kid
you not) with the guys looking where they were going and a
textile-challenged woman on the aft sunning platform. I'm afraid we
may have interrupted something going on on an 18 footer that at first
appeared to be moored out in the middle of the marshes, tho they must
have been keeping a lookout as we made a point of not getting too
close.
When we hung around on the Boulevard we did see a couple of real,
large fishing boats heading out and two Banks dories which appeared to
be practicing for a race. Also, some guys were fooling around on the
famous greasy pole. We were about to leave when we were stopped by a
little parade, some kind of religious festival with banners and a
sloppy marching band.
There's a place to launch boats at one end of the Boulevard, but it
didn't seem crowded for some reason. Mostly small boats, tho there
were a pair of mysterious tracks amazingly far apart, as if someone
had driven a garbage truck into the sea. A guy launched his dinghy
there, rowed out about 40 feet, and proceeded to motor up and down the
beach at about 1/2 rowing speed. Of course, given his rowing skills
this may have been a better way.
I know this little report seems dyspeptic, but it really was a rather
entertaining day. I guess it's easier to complain than to explain the
subtleties that make a rowing trip enjoyable.