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Chattooga :: April 29-May 2 2004Part 1
So a fellow from Atlanta was paddling the Chattooga a few years ago and came upon an interesting critter sticking up out of the mud. Turned out it was an old old canoe, buried along the bank. Preliminary carbon dating showed it to be approximately 260 years old.
Onward… contact the state (which one? The Chattooga seperates Georgia and South Carolina where the canoe was found. Turns out it’s on the SC side). Contact the feds. Nobody wants to dedicate the time or money to pull the archeological item out.
Enter the Chattooga Conservancy and its fearless leader, Buzz Williams. Buzz, no stranger to governmental beaurocracy, devises a plan to get that ole canoe out his damn self. And, during the weekend of May 1st, that’s exactly what we did.
Warwoman creek. Cold, cold water. This enters the Chattooga. We had to cross it, and the Chattooga, to attempt to meet up with some kids from a nearby camp to assist in bringing in the cradle for the canoe.
Here’s a purty flower we stumbled upon. Not a great pic, though.
The kids, the cradle and E-Rawk. That cradle is custom built, 32 feet long and about 360 pounds. Gotta accomodate a 32 foot canoe, after all.
Buzz explains the subtleties of dragging this bohemoth along a mile and a quarter weavy schweavy trail.
Break time! I’ve got few pictures of the cradle being carried ’cause, well, I was helping carry it. It was quite a task, working it through doglegs, up and down hills. Took damn near all day to get it down to the rivers edge.
Another rest break, and time to talk to Duane for a bit. Next up; attach the floatation and get it across the river to the South Carolina side.
Over the bridge. We had to cross two of these. They’re so thin that you’ve no choice but to walk inside the cradle. How the hell are we gonna get this back across with a waterlogged 32 foot boat?