Saturday morning lock 14 was closed from 9 to noon for the rubber duck race. The city of Palatine Bridge, across the canal from Canajoharie, puts this on every year and this was their 150th anniversary. Five dollars per duck to raise money for something. We attended, but they need to spice that up somehow or we won’t be back for it next year. Across the bridge they had a big barbeque and old car show in the Big Lots parking lot.
We enjoyed the town on our side. This is the kind of thing we came to see. Beech Nut built this town and their abandoned factory still dominates down by where we’re docked. They used to sell candy, gum, soup, nuts and all sorts of other foods when we were kids. Now they only have baby food and that’s moved off to another town. Locals in the shops talked about how much they liked living here and lamented the loss of so many jobs. This is part of the country that voted for Trump, hoping he can bring some of the jobs back.
We went to church at the Lutheran church Sunday morning. We thought about the large old Methodist church we saw, but weren’t sure it was in operation. Not too many at the Lutheran church either. The stained glass windows there were really nice.
Canajoharie is Indian for “boiling pot”. We’d heard about that and asked the the staff in Gino’s restaurant, where we ate Saturday evening. Three of them were local, had seen it as kids but could not remember how to get there. The cook in the back knew. Later Sunday the kids and I hiked to the other end of town, which fortunately in Canajoharie is not very far. It was more than expected. We saw the famous pot and small waterfalls and water running over rock both above and below it. Sue should have come on this one. It reminded me of Happy Isles at Yosemite before the big rock slide.