by captrmetz » December 20, 2015, 8:09 am
Keweenaw Waterway
The Keweenaw Waterway was built in 1868, is 25 miles long, and cuts across the Keweenaw Peninsula connecting Keweenaw Bay to the East and Lake Superior to the West. The last 2.5 miles were manmade. The waterway runs between Houghton & Hancock in Michigan's UP. When I was skipper of the Tug J.E. Colombe for the Nat’l Park Service at Isle Royale my shipmate and I towed barges from the island to Houghton and made many trips. And I always enjoyed the waterway with its breathtaking beauty. When we were towing two gas barges we had to tie up at Lily Pond to load gasoline, diesel, or propane but with the 125 foot crane barge we towed it to Houghton to load construction material. On one trip after we loaded the crane barge we went back to Lily Pond to take in tow the two fuel barges plus a Navy LCM that was loaded with a dump truck. All total for the tow back to Isle Royale were three barges and the LCM. It was a 1000 ft tow with a 45 ft. Tug and making 2.5 knots for speed. I really had to pick & choose my weather.
When I quit the Tug job and went back on the lake boats every time I passed the Keweenaw Waterway I would raise my binoculars and look toward the waterway and say some day I will take my ship thru that waterway. I knew Skipper's that lived in the UP use to take their ships through in the fall to see the beautiful display of the maple and oak trees colorful leaves that would display themselves for miles on end.
In 1996 I was Captain of the S/S Mapleglen and I received orders that after we were unloaded at Burn's Harbor to proceed to Superior WI to load a cargo of grain. I welcomed the trip to see the Keweenaw again. It had been 23 years since I had last seen it. We had an uneventful trip up bound on Lake Michigan with calm winds & sea. But the weather did not hold after we locked through the locks at the Soo. As we rounded Whitefish Point I looked over toward the light house and sure enough the USGC was displaying two red pennants, ‘GALE WARNING!’ was up for Lake Superior from the West. I decided to follow the south shore of Michigan and if the gale did not blow itself out I would drop anchor in Keweenaw Bay. The west gale did not blow itself out. In fact the west wind went to Whole Gale; 48 to 55 Knots. We got to Keweenaw Bay and I thought I picked out a good place to drop anchors but because of the strong wind the anchors would not hold; they kept on dragging. So I went to a different place to anchor right next to the East break wall and we anchored again. She held so I went to bed saying to the mate, keep an eye on her and call me if she starts to drag the anchor. I really needed that sleep and I was out a minute later. I got up at 0600 and went to the wheelhouse for a cup of hot coffee. I checked the weather report and gales were still up. As I sat drinking my coffee I looked over to the east break wall. Hmm? I thought this was my one and only chance to take the waterway. I asked the mate & wheelsman if they had ever been through the canal, the answer was no. Well you will see it now, it is October and the leaves should be in full color. The 2nd mate and I looked at the schematic of the Mapleglen to see what the heights of the masts were, our draft, and the height of the draw of the bridge. I have seen large Lakers use the waterway but I wanted to make sure we would fit under the bridge. The mate and I both came up with six feet clearance for the bridge. I called the bridge to see if it was operational and the bridge tender said it was. I gave the tender my plan and called the engine room to warm up the engines. We hove up the hook, backed away and went through the east entrance. I could not wait to see all the leaves in color. It was in late October but what I saw I did not like; snow and it came down hard. Soon the decks were covered with the white stuff. It came down so heavy we had to turn on the radar. We did not have GPS at that time. I rang up half speed, the mate was looking for buoys and I was in the radar giving out courses to steel to the wheelsman. I looked away from the radar and all I saw was complete whiteout. I told the mate that we would go to anchor and I picked out a good spot in Portage Lake, off from the little town of Chassell MI, and dropped the anchors. I called the engine room and told the chief we will anchor till the storm blows itself out. I also called the Houghton - Hancock Bridge and told the tender the same. He asked, Captain have you ever transited the canal before and I said yes with a 45 ft. tug boat and said I had worked for the Nat’l Park Service. He then asked me what was my name and I told him my name. About 20 minutes later I got a call from the NPS saying that I was remembered when I was skipper on the Tug Colombe! Well, if that isn't something they remembered me after 20 some years. He told me the names of some of the people that I probably knew and we had a good conversation. We were at anchor for 24 hours and finally the west winds started to die down. I notified the engine room to warm up the engines again and called the deckhands to stand by and I called the bridge to let him know we were raising up the anchor and should be ready for the bridge in one hour. He said we will be ready for you. It started snowing and sure enough we had whiteout again; back to the radar. We came around the last bend in the river and I aimed the steering pole for the center of the bridge. About 1/4 of a mile from the bridge it cleared and I made a small adjustment of course for the center on the bridge, but wait a minute the bridge was not raised. I hurriedly called the bridge and said, "RAISE THE BRIDGE!!" The bridge tender said in a calm voice, "Cap the bridge is up." My God that bridge looked low. Just then the chief called and said, "Cap we will not clear the bridge!" Well we were too close to do anything at that point. I kept praying, I hope I am right on my calculation, 6 ft, 6 ft. The people that were in the wheelhouse to see the pretty leaves left and just me and the wheelsman were left alone. Just before the bridge the wheelsman said, 'Cap?' As soon as he said Cap, I knew he was worried so I said, 'Don't worry, we will make it.’ The last thing I wanted to do was to scare the guy steering the ship. Then as I passed the NPS I saw everybody was standing outside waving to me so I blew them a salute and walked over to the door and waved. As we went under the bridge I looked up, six feet it was. I blew a whistle salute to the bridge tender and he blew me one back. There were people walking by; the people in cars and trucks were getting out of their vehicles waving and honking a salute so I also blew them a salute. The Mapleglen had two steam whistles of different sounds and they had a nice sound to them. I sat their thinking it was really nice to meet old friends and one new friend, the bridge tender. I was also thinking about the height of the bridge which was 103 ft raised where I am use to the Seaway bridges that are 120 ft vertical raised. We continued our trip to the north entrance and left the bridge behind me. I had traveled this river many times in a 45 ft Tug but not with a 715 ft ship. I was quite surprised at how many hairpins turns there were in this river. Several times I had to kick the stern around to line up with the buoys; we were going too fast for the bow thruster to be any help. Finally we passed the old Lily Pond where I used to load the fuel, it still looked the same. The only thing that was not the same; all the pretty leaves were gone.
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- S/S Mapleglen going under the Houghton-Hancock Bridge in whiteout.
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Keweenaw Waterway
The Keweenaw Waterway was built in 1868, is 25 miles long, and cuts across the Keweenaw Peninsula connecting Keweenaw Bay to the East and Lake Superior to the West. The last 2.5 miles were manmade. The waterway runs between Houghton & Hancock in Michigan's UP. When I was skipper of the Tug J.E. Colombe for the Nat’l Park Service at Isle Royale my shipmate and I towed barges from the island to Houghton and made many trips. And I always enjoyed the waterway with its breathtaking beauty. When we were towing two gas barges we had to tie up at Lily Pond to load gasoline, diesel, or propane but with the 125 foot crane barge we towed it to Houghton to load construction material. On one trip after we loaded the crane barge we went back to Lily Pond to take in tow the two fuel barges plus a Navy LCM that was loaded with a dump truck. All total for the tow back to Isle Royale were three barges and the LCM. It was a 1000 ft tow with a 45 ft. Tug and making 2.5 knots for speed. I really had to pick & choose my weather.
When I quit the Tug job and went back on the lake boats every time I passed the Keweenaw Waterway I would raise my binoculars and look toward the waterway and say some day I will take my ship thru that waterway. I knew Skipper's that lived in the UP use to take their ships through in the fall to see the beautiful display of the maple and oak trees colorful leaves that would display themselves for miles on end.
In 1996 I was Captain of the S/S Mapleglen and I received orders that after we were unloaded at Burn's Harbor to proceed to Superior WI to load a cargo of grain. I welcomed the trip to see the Keweenaw again. It had been 23 years since I had last seen it. We had an uneventful trip up bound on Lake Michigan with calm winds & sea. But the weather did not hold after we locked through the locks at the Soo. As we rounded Whitefish Point I looked over toward the light house and sure enough the USGC was displaying two red pennants, ‘GALE WARNING!’ was up for Lake Superior from the West. I decided to follow the south shore of Michigan and if the gale did not blow itself out I would drop anchor in Keweenaw Bay. The west gale did not blow itself out. In fact the west wind went to Whole Gale; 48 to 55 Knots. We got to Keweenaw Bay and I thought I picked out a good place to drop anchors but because of the strong wind the anchors would not hold; they kept on dragging. So I went to a different place to anchor right next to the East break wall and we anchored again. She held so I went to bed saying to the mate, keep an eye on her and call me if she starts to drag the anchor. I really needed that sleep and I was out a minute later. I got up at 0600 and went to the wheelhouse for a cup of hot coffee. I checked the weather report and gales were still up. As I sat drinking my coffee I looked over to the east break wall. Hmm? I thought this was my one and only chance to take the waterway. I asked the mate & wheelsman if they had ever been through the canal, the answer was no. Well you will see it now, it is October and the leaves should be in full color. The 2nd mate and I looked at the schematic of the Mapleglen to see what the heights of the masts were, our draft, and the height of the draw of the bridge. I have seen large Lakers use the waterway but I wanted to make sure we would fit under the bridge. The mate and I both came up with six feet clearance for the bridge. I called the bridge to see if it was operational and the bridge tender said it was. I gave the tender my plan and called the engine room to warm up the engines. We hove up the hook, backed away and went through the east entrance. I could not wait to see all the leaves in color. It was in late October but what I saw I did not like; snow and it came down hard. Soon the decks were covered with the white stuff. It came down so heavy we had to turn on the radar. We did not have GPS at that time. I rang up half speed, the mate was looking for buoys and I was in the radar giving out courses to steel to the wheelsman. I looked away from the radar and all I saw was complete whiteout. I told the mate that we would go to anchor and I picked out a good spot in Portage Lake, off from the little town of Chassell MI, and dropped the anchors. I called the engine room and told the chief we will anchor till the storm blows itself out. I also called the Houghton - Hancock Bridge and told the tender the same. He asked, Captain have you ever transited the canal before and I said yes with a 45 ft. tug boat and said I had worked for the Nat’l Park Service. He then asked me what was my name and I told him my name. About 20 minutes later I got a call from the NPS saying that I was remembered when I was skipper on the Tug Colombe! Well, if that isn't something they remembered me after 20 some years. He told me the names of some of the people that I probably knew and we had a good conversation. We were at anchor for 24 hours and finally the west winds started to die down. I notified the engine room to warm up the engines again and called the deckhands to stand by and I called the bridge to let him know we were raising up the anchor and should be ready for the bridge in one hour. He said we will be ready for you. It started snowing and sure enough we had whiteout again; back to the radar. We came around the last bend in the river and I aimed the steering pole for the center of the bridge. About 1/4 of a mile from the bridge it cleared and I made a small adjustment of course for the center on the bridge, but wait a minute the bridge was not raised. I hurriedly called the bridge and said, "RAISE THE BRIDGE!!" The bridge tender said in a calm voice, "Cap the bridge is up." My God that bridge looked low. Just then the chief called and said, "Cap we will not clear the bridge!" Well we were too close to do anything at that point. I kept praying, I hope I am right on my calculation, 6 ft, 6 ft. The people that were in the wheelhouse to see the pretty leaves left and just me and the wheelsman were left alone. Just before the bridge the wheelsman said, 'Cap?' As soon as he said Cap, I knew he was worried so I said, 'Don't worry, we will make it.’ The last thing I wanted to do was to scare the guy steering the ship. Then as I passed the NPS I saw everybody was standing outside waving to me so I blew them a salute and walked over to the door and waved. As we went under the bridge I looked up, six feet it was. I blew a whistle salute to the bridge tender and he blew me one back. There were people walking by; the people in cars and trucks were getting out of their vehicles waving and honking a salute so I also blew them a salute. The Mapleglen had two steam whistles of different sounds and they had a nice sound to them. I sat their thinking it was really nice to meet old friends and one new friend, the bridge tender. I was also thinking about the height of the bridge which was 103 ft raised where I am use to the Seaway bridges that are 120 ft vertical raised. We continued our trip to the north entrance and left the bridge behind me. I had traveled this river many times in a 45 ft Tug but not with a 715 ft ship. I was quite surprised at how many hairpins turns there were in this river. Several times I had to kick the stern around to line up with the buoys; we were going too fast for the bow thruster to be any help. Finally we passed the old Lily Pond where I used to load the fuel, it still looked the same. The only thing that was not the same; all the pretty leaves were gone.