Write-up: Bobbie Scarpino

Leader C/K: Emil Misiaszek Co-Leader C/K: Jerry Stewart

Leader B: Bobbie Scarpino Co-Leader B: Jerry Stewart

PHOTOS

Weather and river conditions couldn’t have been better for the 15 paddlers that made the trip to Wellesley Island and Emil and Jean’s cottage by the river’s edge. Walt’s kayak rolled to the launch filled with beautiful flowers for our gracious hosts. Once all boats were in the water and with Emil at the helm, we kayaked our way to Boldt Castle and then over to and around the Summerland group of islands. For most of the 7-mile paddle, the river was calm, apart from a short stretch in deeper water that was made turbulent by the wake of several motorized vessels. All made it through this harrowing area without being dashed on the rocks, even the novice paddlers!

     Back on land, Emil and Jean had a delicious spread for us “riva rats.” We enjoyed hot dogs, sloppy joes and all kinds of salads and desserts. The rest of the afternoon was spent soaking in the sun, listening to the multitude of birds in the rushes, sighting a heron coming in for a landing in the cove to snatch a fish, and sharing lively conversations with friends. Nina took a swim at the neighbor’s dock, while Lori, Jerry and Emil went out in the motorboat to swim off the boat in an area we had paddled earlier. A very special thank you to our gracious hosts Emil and Jean for hosting this wonderful day and river experience.

     The next day took the Tramps to Cape Vincent to board the Horne Ferry to Wolfe Island, Canada with our bikes. All but one of the eleven Tramps had the required enhanced license, needed for entry into Canada, as well as return home. U.S. Customs agents informed the negligent Tramp that they would allow her back into the states, BUT would Canadian customs allow entry? There was only one way to find out. Board the ferry, make the trip across and . . . BEG! Luckily for this Tramp, the Canadian agent was very friendly and took pity, allowing ALL of us entry. He even took a photo of our group to boot!

     Most of the group opted for the longer ride on gravel roads, while two made the decision to ride the paved highway. Both ways pass rolling fields, pastures, and majestic windmills. Marysville, on the opposite side of the island, was our group’s destination. This laid-back little village boasts a bakery filled with delectable treats for the sweet tooth. There are also a few restaurants on the water, ice cream shop, and art gallery. We visited them all! (Well, only one of the restaurants!) 

     On the way back, again the majority of the group followed Jerry uphill out of town to get more miles. Four decided to take the shorter, smoother road back to the ferry. The latter group was about two miles out of town when a slow “Pssssssssssst” sound was heard. Sure enough, it was Lynn’s rear tire. BUT, never fear . . . Tramps are always prepared! Pulling patches, tools, and spare tubes from our bags, Ray proceeded to repair the deflated tire. The patch was too old and wouldn’t stick and Lynn’s brand-new tube had a hole! Lori came to the rescue with her spare tube that fit. As the repair was being made, we saw the rest of the group crossing the road we were on to continue to the other side and keep going! Apparently, those who noticed us just thought we were taking a break! A tiny Smart car pulled up with a couple who inquired if they could be of help. They graciously offered to come back with their truck to take the disabled bike and rider to the ferry landing. We were so impressed with their kindness and called them later to thank  them and let them know we had made it. 

     Back on the road, the new tire didn’t have enough air, so a second stop was made. This time the tire must have been inflated with super powers because Lynn took off and was soon out of sight! The other group caught up to us, realizing that maybe we had had a problem. 

     They say “Tramps are everywhere!” That saying applied to the ride back on the ferry! We ran into another Tramp and her friend who had taken a later ferry from Cape Vincent  and had biked the island!

      Disembarking the ferry on U.S. soil and passing through customs, we celebrated the 22-mile ride with a drink at the Cape Vincent Legion.