{"id":102,"date":"2017-08-17T05:54:23","date_gmt":"2017-08-17T05:54:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sites.hampshire.edu\/rcoppinger\/?p=102"},"modified":"2017-08-24T19:06:51","modified_gmt":"2017-08-24T19:06:51","slug":"40-years-since-the-albany-river-trip","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sites.hampshire.edu\/rcoppinger\/2017\/08\/17\/40-years-since-the-albany-river-trip\/","title":{"rendered":"40 years since the Albany River Trip"},"content":{"rendered":"

Written by Ray Coppinger five years ago…<\/em><\/p>\n

This epistle is driven by a couple of facts, a couple of notions and a little nostalgia.\u00a0 Most important some of my favorite people in the world are not for some mysterious reason on the Ray and Lorna Coppinger Endowment Fund list (Copendow) which means you don\u2019t get the annual reports of what the student\/faculty recipients are doing and you don\u2019t get my annual report of what I have been doing. This note tries to remedy that.<\/p>\n

I had a good time all through the 40th<\/sup> anniversary weekend catching up with a number of people I hadn\u2019t seen since my 2006 retirement party.\u00a0 But sadness caught me by surprise.\u00a0 What do I do now wait until the 50th <\/sup>to tell a story? To correct my problem I decided that Copendow report should not only report on what is happening but I think it should recall all those good trips of the past.\u00a0 It is always the 40th<\/sup> anniversary of at least one good trip and next year will be the 40th<\/sup> of another.\u00a0 Try it see if it works. In August 1971 (40 years ago) there were 11 of us Hampshire people that went on a one month, 300-mile wilderness canoe trip.\u00a0 But first, in July, we had to build our own canoes.<\/p>\n

\"Canoes<\/a>Lorna and I had purchased an old canoe from the Harvard boat club in 1958. \u00a0It was a nice canoe and we took good care of it painting it every year.\u00a0 Well a gallon of paint weighs 8 pounds and in ten years we had added 80 pounds to the canoe. Trying to get Lorna to portage around waterfalls got increasingly difficult. \u00a0I took the canvas off in 1965 and wrote the company asking for a new canvas, new gun\u2019ls and instructions on how to do it. I got a letter back from the Old Town Canoe Company that said \u201cI\u2019m sorry to inform you that the B.N.Morris Canoe Company of Veazie Maine burned down in 1919. If we could be any help let us know.<\/p>\n

\"Canoes<\/a>The canoe went into the barn and didn\u2019t come out until the summer of 1971 when Mike Sands F\u201970, Emily \u201cMouse\u201d Groves (now Yazwinski)(F\u201970, \u00a0Hallie Thorne (now Rintle)(F70) and Paul Rothenberg (now missing)(F\u201970) used the canoe to make \u00a0a mold, and made five fiberglass canoes.\u00a0 Those were the years when the outdoors program was making their own kayaks so the construction of our canoes was guided by experts. Then we had a couple of practice sessions at Ruggles Pond, and a sendoff celebration at great canoeists Chuck and Polly Longsworth\u2019s house where Chuck gave us the last little lessons on how to pick up a canoe and portage it around the neighborhood in South Amherst.<\/p>\n

First of August we took off for the Hearst Ontario to the Kabinakagami (gami means river). On the way we had to stop one night in North Bay at the hospital because Karyn Coppinger (F\u201984) had an ear infection. \u00a0I explained to some old sawbones that I needed to get on with it but had this problem with my 11 year old.\u00a0 He gave her something and said she might sleep for a while which turned out to be three days.\u00a0 When she awoke the earache was gone and we were a ways down (up) (down) (it runs north) the Kenogami.\u00a0 We actually drove to the river, unloaded all our gear and drove several miles back to the main road and left the two cars, and my dog truck.\u00a0 Then the Canadian Forest Service guy took us back to the river.<\/p>\n

\"Slicing<\/a>The Kabinakagami went into the Kenogami which went into the Albany River which flowed to James Bay at the Indian town of Fort Albany.\u00a0 We packed all our gear including 500 pounds of dehydrated food (Yukon chowder was nobody\u2019s favorite). We picked berries, caught and ate Canadian Geese that were molting, Mike caught northern pike, and we bought a moose leg for $2 Canadian from an Indian family who had just shot it. Ellen Kiley ate three servings of moose so she could brag to her brothers, when she got home.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>Most days were easy and sometimes we made a raft of the five canoes and sailed and slept.\u00a0 There were days we had races \u2013 see who could get to the Ghost River first. \u00a0Karyn and I won by a mile. The old man and the kid as our canoe was labeled were always last mostly because I wanted everybody else downstream of me not wanting to have to paddle back up stream at night if someone didn\u2019t show in the evening. The 15 mile race came with several big meanders in the river and Karyn and I stayed way out in the current rather than cutting for the corners.\u00a0 I think after the first river bend we were miles ahead of the rest, who were battling the back flow along the curved shore line.\u00a0 The old man and the Kid \u00a0had the fire lit and the hot chocolate ready before anybody else got to the Ghost River Island.<\/p>\n

Ghost River was called such because it was haunted \u2013 The Iroquois had snuck up on the Cree and massacred them.\u00a0 They say for years you\u2019d be washing your socks on the river\u2019s edge and a skull would float by. We camped there for days, exploring. We found the remains of the old town and the cemetery with its wooden grave stones rotting away.<\/p>\n

\"Ghost<\/a>All the way we identified trees, seined the tributaries and talked ecology.\u00a0 We got to Fort Albany on James Bay and spent several days celebrating.\u00a0 The local priest invited us to the movie at the church where, with four hundred Indians, we watched \u201cMassacre at Black Rock.\u201d\u00a0 The cowboys slaughtered the Indians. Our 400 Indians cheered for the cowboys. The eleven of us were very quiet and didn\u2019t cheer for anybody.<\/p>\n

We departed down James Bay with the five canoes loaded on Antoine the Indian\u2019s barge and toward the town of Mooseonee .\u00a0 We hit a head wind on the way down and had to wait overnight on a tidal flat until the wind backed around.\u00a0 As it were we made it to the mouth of the Moose River with one gallon of gas left.\u00a0 That day Paul Rothenberg, Emily then Groves and I think Mike headed out that afternoon on the Polar Bear Express for Cochrane. They thumbed rides from there back the couple hundred miles to the vehicles.\u00a0 The rest of us slept in a box car in the freight yard.\u00a0 The next day we took the PBE (it took all day) to Cochrane with all our gear, including the canoes.<\/p>\n

That was a fateful train ride for me. We met another canoe expedition.\u00a0 They had \u201cshot\u201d the Moose River and bragged about their record speed \u2013 three days.\u00a0 We bragged that it had taken some twenty odd days. One of their numbers was my now dear friend Dave Schimel (and future Nobel Prize winner) who thought we had a better attitude about wilderness and enrolled at Hampshire.<\/p>\n

We met Paul, Mike and Emily at Cochrane loaded the canoes and started home.\u00a0 We stopped at a barber shop and us guys got a shave and a haircut. We went home past Niagara Falls.<\/p>\n

The story isn\u2019t quite over.\u00a0 The canoe we made the mold from has been hanging in our barn for the past forty years. It has been a great nesting habitat for swallows. Lorna says I should \u201cmove it along.\u201d I thought it might be 100 years old and worth something, and went on the web.\u00a0 Sure enough B.N.Morris canoes are collectors\u2019 items.\u00a0 One lady told me where the brass tag was that identified that it was made in 1905.<\/p>\n

That should be it.\u00a0 If you like the story you could send $100 to the Copendow<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Written by Ray Coppinger five years ago… This epistle is driven by a couple of facts, a couple of notions and a little nostalgia.\u00a0 Most important some of my favorite people in the world are not for some mysterious reason on the Ray and Lorna Coppinger Endowment Fund list (Copendow) which means you don\u2019t get … <\/p>\n

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