Saturday morning, after a few car related complications, my buddy Paul and I embarked on what was planned as an 8 mile canoe trip from the Town of Dryden's hamlet of Etna to the town's hamlet of Varna. To be a little more exact, our plan was to get out of the river near Flat Rock, just west of the town line in the town of Ithaca, near Cornell Plantations.
The first 23 minutes of the journey (10:14am to 10:37am) moved us swiftly and without much danger from the Etna Lane steel bridge (we launched from the muddy shore underneath the bridge) to the Pinckney Road bridge near Campbell Meadows (an 18 acre parcel perhaps soon to be acquired by the town as an open space and recreation area).
After that we had limited trouble making our way from the Pinckney Road bridge (that had graffiti in many spray paint colors written by some folks that either had limited vocabulary or limited creativity) to the route 13 underpass (where a couple fishermen fished and one asked if we were part of a race - this is probably because, as you might see in the photo, Paul and I were by coincidence both wearing orange t-shirts that we acquired when we competed against each other in 2006 at Auburn's The Great Race).
From route 13 we coasted safely to the old steel bridge that in the past delivered vehicle traffic from Monkey Run extension (near Turkey Hill Rd. and Dryden Rd.) across Fall Creek to where Hanshaw road intersects Lower Creek Road. Our trip was only delayed by a large tree that spanned 95 percent of the creek's width. We landed on shore, scouted around a peninsula, and I decided to make a go of the 5 percent gap on my own. Having safely made my way through, I paddled to shore and picked up Paul.
We passed under the old bridge and found the first place where we had to lift the canoe over a tree that was across the creek. A few hundred feet later, on the other shore, we pulled the canoe through what looked to be a swift and dangerous section of the creek that had a large tree parallel to the water.
The creek is high this time of year, compared to about 10 other months. However it is lower than it was just a few weeks ago - and a lot more rocks poke up out of the water. Some don't even have the height (or honor) to show themselves and we had to read the river to spot where they were hidden. Others were better at keeping hidden and our encounters rocked the green plastic Coleman canoe.
Just before we arrived at the fields on rt. 366 (probably a half mile from the Freese Road bridge) we rocked too far and Paul went over. The creek was only about thigh deep there and his paddle escaped his grasp. I jumped over board and pulled the canoe to shore. Seeing that Paul was easily making his way to shore I went after the black plastic paddle chasing it down the dark sandy beach. There was a couple with a dog a few hundred feet ahead watching all of the action and as I approached them they told their dog to fetch the paddle. In this section of river the width was over 30 feet and the depth ranged from ankle to neck deep. The couple and their dog were playing near a giant felled tree and I ran to the left of the tree to the shore beyond and made my way into the more shallow creek. I used the end of my paddle to hook the handle of the other paddle and a minute later I was back at the canoe that Paul was able to guide downstream with the pair of ropes attached to the bow and stern. We carried the canoe around the tree and embarked on what would be the final leg of our morning trip.
We hit a lot of shallow areas between that giant tree and the Freese Road steel bridge. Where the creek wasn't shallow it was rocky and fast moving. A short distance after the bridge we made our way to shore and started some exit planning. The creek had one major bend ahead, then some fast water near the Park Park (look it up), the Forest Home trailer park on Forest Home Drive, the foot bridge, the damn, and then flat rock.
We guided the canoe downstream and when we arrived in lower Varna we beached the canoe and headed for my car. On foot we found the river looked calm and flat and easy and from our own on the water angle, we now understood how deceptive water can be.
The trip was worth trying, but it would be dangerous to try without more water. Earlier in the year there would be more water, but the air and water would certainly be colder. This same weekend a year from now might work, but with our close to 10 days of limited rain, we would have to have more precipitation to make this journey safe.
Complete set of photos here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmakar/sets/72157617061944400/







