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| This picture could be titled "Driving to Work" or perhaps "Upstate Traffic Jam" |
We're off at the crack of 8 am. Fairport and rumors that hot, fresh bread can be had there spur us on. While we find the bread, and it is great, the real surprise is the village's vitality.
Canal cruising is as benign as it gets yet there are still lessons to be learned. For example, eddies can form when water flows around bridge piers. Nellie traditionally responds to these by doing a little s-turn. But, hold on, Nellie's "jig" is occuring even when there isn't a current. Clearly something else is going on. The "something else" turns out to be the autopilot; specifically its fluxgate compass. Huge chunks of steel, like bridges, disrupt the surrounding magnetic field. Of course Nellie's autopilot doesn't know it's under a bridge, it just knows that magnetic north has moved and responds accordingly. We also notice the"jig" when going over a submerged pipeline. Nellie's like a good hunting dog. But, instead of going on point for a bird, she "jigs" for metal.
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| On the Wall in Vibrant and Pretty Fairport, NY |
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| 1800's Italianate Style with Cupuloa |
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| 31 Miles from Brockport, NY to Fairport, NY |
The price of cruising is skyrocketing. Our stay on Fairport's downtown wall costs $14--a whopping 17% increase over last night. Of course using a hedonic price model that will be adjusted downwards to account for all the goodies in the gift bag we received: three pens; a flashlight; a book by a local author and; enough to-do information to sink a boat. DBH
