Al rowed 42 miles on Monday and was quite sore by the evening! He stopped in Brockport, NY (see A on map).
Someone, who shall remain nameless, has suggested another contest for all readers who would like to guess Al's arrival date and time at Whitehall. Please email me (ktylerconk@aol.com) with date and time, and any suggestions for what the prize should be. Dinner with Al to hear about his adventure is one idea, which would sure be my choice. But creative ideas are always good to hear, so have at it!
I hope we get some more pledges, as he is quickly catching up to the red line on the Can-Al-Ometer!
Kathy
P.S. If you double-click on the photo, the map will be enlarged for easier reading!
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Sore hardly describes it. Albert called me last night as he was falling asleep on some vacant dock, about as tired as I have ever heard him.
It seems that some inhospitable marina operators had denied him sleepage a few hours earlier, back somewhere about Spencerport. He had rowed a couple of more hours before rolling out his bed in stealth.
But you know, I have to agree with those guys back in Spencerport. In this post 9/11 world, you can never be too safe. What would you do if a blonde haired man with crystal blue eyes rowed up to your dock and asked, "How far to the Sudatenland?" He's in Upstate, New York, he didn't even bother to have his hair cut in a mullet and he expects to pass without question.
In his final breaths of wakefulness, Albert did manage to describe how beautiful the trip has been so far; the pastoral beauty of passing through farm land and small towns. He was surprised at how few people and boats there have been along the way. He says the canal is an undiscovered treasure.
To that, I have just one word; Amsterdam.
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