by Roger Taylor

Captain Erick Tichonuk was kind enough to invite my wife, Kathleen, and me, two retired crew members of the Lois McClure, to join the vessel as volunteers for the last trip of the season, from North Harbor to Crown Point, and back to Burlington. We accepted really fast. The short voyage was planned so that the schooner would be the centerpiece for the celebration of the opening of the new Champlain Bridge, but building a bridge across Lake Champlain is apparently no more predictable than sailing a Lake Champlain canal schooner, so the celebration turned out to be a test run for the real thing next spring.

Crown Point Bridge
Crown Point Bridge

When we went on board on October 13th (Thursday, not Friday), North Harbor looked, well, under water. Certainly the concrete pier that normally provides access to the floating dock system was nowhere to be seen. But the web of lines that had to be cast off before the schooner could move looked familiar.

And so were the happy faces of the great crew of the Lois McClure. Erick was there, of course, ready to execute his plan for letting go the lines in an order that would allow us to move the schooner, under control, out to her mooring, where Art Cohn could bring the C.  L. Churchill onto the starboard hip for towing. The rig was down, so no sailing today, but the sails would have hung lifeless anyway, for it was as calm as a clock. Art was comfortably ensconced in his wheelhouse, maneuvering his vessel with serene certainty. He looked as relaxed as a clam at high tide (even on the Lake, it seemed like high tide). Len Ruth, the Boatswain, said he’d had a good summer with the vessel, but that now he was looking forward to living on board  in the quiet of winter, when he’d have time to take apart, refurbish, and reassemble the schooner’s thirty-five blocks, the wood-encased wheels that form the keys to the block-and-tackle machines which enable us weak humans to hoist and trim those big, heavy sails. Kerry Batdorf, the Carpenter, had been busy working on the vessel since spring. Among many other completed jobs, he showed me spots in the deck where he’d removed rotten wood and replaced it with new, including a patch over Kathleen’s and my old bunk. “You mean it doesn’t leak anymore?” “Nope.” “What about your side?” “I did that too!” I’m surprised that there hasn’t been more rot in that vulnerable, pine deck, but the Lois McClure was well-built and has been well cared for. Tom Larsen, Able Seaman, greeted us. It’s always good to have Tom on board. There is no grey in his beard, he’s as strong as an ox, will tackle anything, and is wicked smart. And Samantha Williams had somehow convinced Museum authority that she deserved to be sprung loose from her duties as an Educator for a day out on the water. It was our gain as well as hers; her laugh is infectious. As Kerry said, “We’ve got a crew!”

Ferry and bridge
A ferry crossing in front of the new Champlain Bridge (photo: Art Cohn)

The uneventful tow up the Lake was punctuated with an exclamation point, at least for Kathleen and me, for this was our first sight of the new bridge, apparently needing only its final accoutrements to be ready for traffic. We pronounced it wonderful, resembling the old, beloved bridge just enough, but definitely looking like 2011. And Erick let me make the landing at the dock. We had the whole face of it to ourselves, but were to leave space for the later arrival of the tugboat, Urger. I saw that as an advantage, because it would prevent option paralysis, which I find sometimes sets in when the landing space is too big. It went fine, and it felt really good to be back conning the schooner-tug-Oocher combination.

The Lois and Urger at the dock in Crown Point, with a view of the new bridge
Public day
Public day at Crown Point

We were back on Saturday the 15th as interpreters. There was rain, and the bridge event wouldn’t be until next day, so things were quiet on board. That was all right with us; it gave us a chance to re-enter slowly the role of explaining a replica canal schooner to visitors, with time to think. Let’s see, what did these vessels carry? Oh yes, everything. What are the rocks for? Even I will never forget their dual purpose. By Sunday, when there was a steady stream of citizens fascinated with the Lois McClure, whether on their first or fourth visit, Kathleen and I were a bit better prepared. Once again, we were rewarded by nods of understanding and broad smiles.

Rainbow after the rain Saturday

Erick decided not to take the schooner back down the Lake on Monday; the forecast was for plenty of wind out of the southwest, a favoring wind for the tow, but why tow on a rough Lake when the weatherman said that on Tuesday the breeze would be merely moderate? Actually, it was less than moderate on Tuesday, at least until we approached Burlington. Then, of course, it breezed on some, what I call a “mooring breeze,” the one that comes up just when you don’t want it to. I was remembering some times coming in to tie up at Burlington’s Perkins Pier when it was blowing hard out of the southwest, and how tricky it was to get the schooner’s bow into the slot between the pier and the pilings placed just a bit more than the vessel’s beam out from its face. I was thinking how glad I was that I had passed on the responsibility for getting her in there in one piece to Captain Tichonuk. Then Erick asked if I wanted to take her in. And explained that he had found that in these conditions, the “sling-shot” method would probably work better than the poke-her-nose-in-the-slot method. With the “sling-shot,” you came in to leeward of the off-the-pier pilings and put the bow up against the far side of the inner one. Then get lines ashore and with them and the Oocher pivot the vessel around the piling and work her into the berth, bow-out. Well, of course, I couldn’t resist. And was relieved to find that I could slip back into the maneuvering rhythm with these great boats.

Oh my, but it was good for Kathleen and me to be back. Thanks, Erick and Art, for the reprise.

Captain Roger TaylorRoger C. Taylor

Kingsland Bay

by Art Cohn

I had been looking forward to our scheduled visit to the Vermont State Park at Kingsland Bay not just because it has great history and we had not brought the schooner there before, but because it is located in Ferrisburgh, my hometown. Well, Hurricane Irene hit the region just before our scheduled August visit and so as we rescheduled the post Irene portion of the tour we arranged to visit on October 8. On reflection, while Irene was devastating to so many, it was only inconvenient to us, as we were able to safely ride the storm out on the Otter Creek at Vergennes. We even found a bit of a silver lining in being able to join forces with the crew of New York Canal Corporation’s historic tugboat Urger and arrange for more stops for school groups in the reconfigured schedule. It also put us in a position to visit Kingsland Bay during perhaps the nicest weather of the season and dedicate our visit to support the Vermont Farm Disaster Relief Fund.

Vermont Community Foundation
The Vermont Community Foundation helped organize the fund raising for the Farm Relief event (photo: Kerry Batdorf)

So many farmers were devastated by the hurricane and with our “Farm, Forest and Fishery” mission, we at the museum wanted to help. We talked over the idea with Vermont Parks Commissioner Craig Whipple, who was totally supportive of the idea, and he and his staff did all they could to support the idea. Saturday turned out to be one of the nicest days of the year and with warm sun and light winds the community gathered to hear music, sample Lake Champlain Chocolate, Green Mountain Coffee and Cabot Cheese and talk history aboard the Lois McClure. It proved to be a very special day for all who participated.

Surprisingly, many of the visitors who came aboard the schooner mentioned they had never been to Kingsland Bay State Park. This opportunity to share this gem of a park with new people was very satisfying, especially when the we reflect on the early settlement of the bay. I had the opportunity to study Kingsland Bay some years ago when we designed a small exhibition for the historic Stone House on the property and what I learned then was an exceptional illustration of a place that has touched on many of the important chapters of the Lake Champlain story the museum is devoted to preserving and sharing.

Historic map
Historic map showing Hawley Bay (click to enlarge)

The stone building which dominates the site was erected circa 1790 by a man named Gideon Hawley and for many decades the bay was known as “Hawley Bay”. Gideon Hawley, like many early settlers from our region, migrated to Vermont from Connecticut, but Gideon was very familiar with Lake Champlain and to us because Gideon Hawley had fought here during the Revolutionary War. In fact, Hawley had been the Captain of the Royal Savage, Benedict Arnold’s flagship at the Battle of Valcour Island. After the war, Gideon purchased the bay from his father Aaron and permanently moved to Ferrisburgh too farm, raise a family and operate an inn for the people crossing on the ferry that terminated here and at Grog Harbor on the New York shore. During the War of 1812, militia were stationed on the Hawley farm to protect American shipbuilding taking place at Vergennes and when the pivotal Battle of Plattsburg was about to unfold, a patriotic Gideon Hawley, his three sons and the local militia embarked from this bay to join the fight. Family records report that Gideon, who had fought at nearby Valcour Island some 40-years earlier, received wounds that in the months ahead would prove fatal. As I contemplate the upcoming Bicentennial of the War of 1812, it is the story of Gideon Hawley and so many other forgotten participants that will bring the story to life.

Hawley House
The Hawley House at Kingsland Bay State Park

Being moored at the dock in front of Gideon’s magnificent stone house, we were able to share his story with our visitors. Our Farm Relief event was planned in short notice and could not have happened without the support and encouragement from Vermont State Parks and of a number of people and institutions. The Vermont Community Foundation enthusiastically organized the fundraising details, and Addison County musicians donated their time and talent to entertain and show their support for their neighbors. A special thanks to our own Elisa Nelson for her organization of the event and to Matt Witten, Lake Champlain Troubadour, who arranged for the musicians.

Our special thanks to event sponsors All Earth Renewables, DR Power Equipment and Yandow Sales and Service for their support, and to our musicians, the Swing Peepers, Josh Brooks, Rick Ceballos and Matt Witten, Frost and Fire and the Ridge Runners Brass Band for their great music and contribution.

Art Cohn