My memory is clear about the first time I went out on the river.
This goes back to the early 1970’s when my father arranged with the owner of
the house he bought to take those among our family for a boat cruise.
Mr. Arbuckle pulled away from the boathouse at 13 Windsor at
the bottom of the bluff in what I recall was about a twenty-foot wooden
powerboat. I think passing Cherry Island under outboard motor power heading
south puncturing a course through the maze of islands on this craft was
prophetic. This first boat ride was different since the air seemed special on the water along with the spray that
would blind side the senses. The boat was low to the water surface and the chop
caused by the thermal breeze kept a beat over the gunnels creating a natural
shower and cooling agent under the intense sunlight. The sunlight on the river
as most boaters know sends rays from the sky and also reflects rays from the
water surface. This dual sun impact is another marvel for those under way on
their water sleds. A 360 degree natural tanning bed which is uniquely
understood for mariners and reason to use protective skin lotion on days when
the sun is full bore.
The St. Lawrence River is about eight miles wide from
Gananoque on the North side to Clayton in the USA on the south. A vast area on the Canadian side is peppered
with islands of all sizes. On the first outing back in the seventies
onboard Mr. Arbuckle’s boat we were advised about some of the hazards on the
water. The first mariner rule was to be sure not to get lost.
The second rule
was to be aware of rocks under the surface and to understand the code of
navigation. One memory peg which perhaps prevented a few bottoming outs was the
mariners rule... ‘North of the Black south of the Red”. This statement was about reading
the markers placed strategically out there in patterns to give boaters a path of guideposts to get around without sinking. Basic rules of navigation need to be
understood including a sense of orientation about the natural flow of this mega artery always moving eastward bound. Flowing to
a universal rhythm in concert with the rising of the sun and moon. The river water eventually moving past the archipelago off Gananoque, eventually draining over time into the Atlantic.
The voyage on Mr. Arbuckle’s powerboat was the first touch point
for me on the St. Lawrence River. Access
to this remarkable place is hard to categorize with
words. The magnetic energy for those who come to this vast water world could be compared to a unique covenant that is appreciated and addictive among river dwellers.
Time on the St. Lawrence River remains formative
for me, experiencing the magnificent
natural ecology especially voyages with navigators both family and friends.
