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  • RYC Presentation – 11/7/2024

    RYC Presentation – 11/7/2024

    Last night we gave a presentation at our yacht club about our time in the Netherlands. It was incredibly well attended for a Thursday night speaker’s series.

    Videos in the Presentation

    What the hell is a Skûtsje?

    Thuis (Home) – Inside of Compagnon

    That Feeling of Being in Over Your Head

    Local Knowledge – Paying at a Bridge

    Local Lock Knowledge

    Friesland Favorites – IJlst

    Friesland Favorites – Fierljeppen

    Friesland Favorites – Dokkum

    The Future (Sail Amsterdam)

  • Dock ‘em in Dokkum

    Dock ‘em in Dokkum

    We eventually had to leave the beautiful Kyra and head towards Dokkum. We had only 3 more weeks to ourselves before Pam and Bryan arrive, and we had spent a good part of our summer cruising around Southwest (Sud-West) Friesland. There’s a few cities in the north that are good visits also, and 4 of the 11 fountains are up there. We chose to spend a couple of days in Leeuwarden (the capital city of Friesland) and then on to Dokkum.

    Leeuwarden is a nice cruise north from Grou, though our cruising app led us down a couple of dead ends. One of the funnier ones is when we were tied up waiting for a drawbridge to come up, and the bridgekeeper said over the loudspeaker that the bridge was closed in Dutch. I asked, “how do we get to Leeuwarden then?” And he said, “uh, you just drive there.” OK. Got it.

    The Road in the Sky

    To get to Leeuwarden, you drive under the lifted Slauerhoff Bridge (“Slauerhoffbrug”). This is quite a spectacle if you can catch it. It is a 15’x15’ piece of road that gets lifted diagonally over the road. The bridge is painted in yellow and blue, which represents Leeuwarden’s flag. This bridge is often listed in articles about interesting architecture in the world.

    Parked Under the Willow

    Leeuwarden is a larger city, it’s a college town, and lots of people stop here on the way north or south. It’s often hard to get a spot in town, but we did park under the willow right next to the showers. This city is the birthplace of Mata Hari (a Dutch exotic dancer and World War 1 spy) as well as M.C. Escher (you’ve seen his up/down black and white staircases). There’s a large Friesland Museum, lots of good restaurants, and a lot of walking to be had. We stayed for a couple of days, then headed for Dokkum.

    The “Oldehove” in Leeuwarden. The tower started tilting while it was being constructed in the early 1500s. The top of the tower is displaced 2m horizontally from the center.

    Not an Austin Texas Raft Up

    When I lived in Austin, a group of us used to go out to the lake on Friday evenings and raft up, often to the largest boat with the largest anchor (Rob and Lynn). We’d spend the weekend in a cove, walking across each others boats, eating breakfast tacos in the morning, and spending the days floating in the lake. Rafting up is the same, but different in Friesland.

    We left Leeuwarden for Dokkum. We were in touch with Jos and Anja (see previous blog post) and they were already in Dokkum. Jos texted me to just get there and we could raft up to their boat and not worry about finding a spot. They were in a beautiful location between 2 windmills. So, that’s what we did, and it was awesome and we didn’t want to ever leave.

    Jos and David have a lot in common… and they talk and talk and talk about boats. Jos, like a lot of Dutch people, has been around boats his entire life and really knows boats. It took Anja and I a little time, but we learned we could communicate using Google Translate. It’s slow, but we learned a little bit about each other. I promised Anja next year I would know some more Dutch and maybe we could talk a bit more freely… I keep hearing Dutch is hard to learn, but after a month of doing Duolingo, I can say “my cow does not read the newspaper”. If you’ve used Duolingo, you understand what I just wrote.

    It was a Cold and Rainy Day…

    David and I decided that David would cook the Dutch national dish for Jos and Anja, and we’d have it on their boat. OK, David didn’t decide that… I decided that David would cook for them, because David is a chef and it was one of those days. We walked to the store in the never-ending rain and bought the ingredients for “snert” (split pea soup). We had our first dinner with our new friends, and they got a real kick out of the fact that we were Americans who made a winter dinner in the summer, and brought their national dish over for dinner.  (And yes, we got more Kyra snuggles in, because who wouldn’t want as many Westie snuggles as you can get?)

    Snert dinner with Jos and Anja on “Amor”

    More About Dokkum

    Dokkum is a beautiful city, just a few short km south of the North Sea. It’s way up there in the Netherlands. More than 12k people live there, and it’s best known event ever in the history of Dokkum is when Saint Boniface was martyred there in 754. Oh, and the 5th crusade kind of started there too. The city has been a city since 1298, and it’s one of the 11 cities (so it has a fountain). It’s also the turnaround for the Elfstedentocht (the big ice skating marathon).

    The fountain in Dokkum is called “The Ice Fountain”, and this fountain really starts to take it’s beautiful shape in the winter when the ice starts forming on it and it turns white. The different components are laid out in a Fibonacci Spiral, which is a naturally occurring spiral in nature (seeds, leaves, flowers, conch shells, etc… everywhere you look).

    More about the fountain here: https://www.friesland.nl/en/locations/3982033357/11fountains-dokkum

    Dokkum… definitely worth going to, and if you are big a shopper, it’s the 5th most shopped city in Friesland!

    Windmill off our stern
    Windmill off our bow
  • We Adopted a Dutch Westie!

    We Adopted a Dutch Westie!

    Made you look. Haha! No, we did not adopt another Westie. We’re enjoying traveling, and let’s face it – after Ernie, it’s hard to replace that incredible dog.

    When we were in Workum, we were parked across the dock from a couple from Aalphen aan den Rijn who were also cruising in their 10+m boat “Amor”. The next morning we saw a beautiful Westie girl out of the windows of our boat, and immediately fell in love with her. She started walking towards our boat, and next thing you know we were both hanging out the side door calling her over. She was the crew dog from “Amor”, and we soon learned her name was Kyra. Kyra seemed to take a liking to us also (it helped that her mom gave us a treat to give her).

    We were gearing up to leave Workum, so we had to say goodbye to Kyra and her owners, and we turned and head back up to Sneek. A couple of days later, we were walking down the street in Sneek next to the boats, and we see “Amor” parked a few boats from ours. We stop to chat with the owners (though it was really to get another Kyra snuggle).

    We Made Friends

    Sneek at night.

    We soon found out that Jos and Anja were Kyra’s parents’ names, and we enjoyed chatting with them. We told them we were on our way to see Oppenheimer in Sneek. We almost never attend movies in America. David and I are uncomfortable in movie theaters in general, but a small local theater in a town of 12k people seemed like the right place to see this newly released flick. A few things about movies in the Netherlands:

    1. Yes, Oppenheimer was in English.
    2. Yes, it had Dutch subtitles.
    3. Yes, at the Sneek theater they have beer and wine at the snack bar, along with 30 pound boxes of Junior Mints.
    4. Yes, they had an intermission at the 1.5 hour mark. Suddenly, the movie went dark, the lights came on, the screen said “Pauze”, and everyone stood up and walked out. It took us a couple seconds to figure out what was going on. With a movie that is 3.5 hours, that intermission helped get us to the end with enough energy to spare. My old brain thought that the movie reel had fried, and we were going to have to call it an evening. (I forget sometimes we are living in the digital age.)

    The next day, we saw Jos and Anja again, and Jos asked us how long we were staying in Sneek. We originally had planned to … well, we didn’t really have plans to do anything. We didn’t know what we were going to do, and the reason he asked is that they wanted to see Oppenheimer that evening and wanted to know if we wanted to dog-sit Kyra. The answer was a resounding…

    OF COURSE WE WILL SPEND AN EVENING WITH A WESTIE!!!

    We had our second dog visitor that evening on Compagnon. And we LOVE Kyra… (more about that in the next blog… we cruised a bit with them, and Kyra got to the point where she recognized us and loved hanging out in David’s lap.)

    So… yes, I guess we did kind of “adopt” a Westie in the Netherlands!

  • 2 Lions, a Bat and a Giant Fish

    2 Lions, a Bat and a Giant Fish

    We’ve spent a good amount of time this summer wandering around Southwest Friesland, where most of the 11 cities are also. The 3 towns north of the IJsselmeer that have fountains are Harlingen, Franeker and Dokkum (more about Dokkum later, but we won’t make it to H or F this summer).

    We were headed for Stavoren, which is right on the coast of the lake called the “IJsselmeer”. The IJsselmeer is a massive inland bay which has been closed off by the “Afsluitdijk”, which is an enormous dyke that keeps the North Sea from flooding the country. The Dutch have spent countless amounts of money keeping this land that is under sea level from flooding, and in many cases creating new “polders” that become new towns for their population to live. David and I drove across the Afsluitdijk a few years ago, but the weather coming in from the North Sea prevented us from seeing anything but rough water on both sides and sideways rain in front of us.

    Back to Stavoren… the reason we were on our way there is because our friend, Kathalijne, was visiting her mom in Stavoren. Kat lives in the Bay Area, and David and she have been friends for many years. She’s become a good friend of mine, and she’s Dutch. (She also really thinks it’s funny the way I say Dutch words.)

    Our plan was to go to Stavoren via Workum (two of the 11 cities). As it turns out, our friend Lisa was also visiting Friesland from Luxembourg, because her partner is from here, so she and he came to Workum with their dog “Louis” (named after Pasteur – I love smart people). We devised a plan where Lisa and Louis would meet us in Stavoren, and do a quick cruise with us back up to Sneek.

    Bolsward and the Hanseatic League

    We stopped in Bolsward on the way to Workum. It’s a cute little town, and the only way to get there by boat is to wait for the low bridge to open. We arrived at bridge lunch break (12p-1p, and they take that thing seriously around here). It was Sunday when we grabbed a street side mooring, so there wasn’t much open. BUT, there is a fountain as Bolsward is one of the Frisian cities, and that fountain sits in front of the Broerekerk, which is a 13th century monastery church. The church was abandoned in 1578, served as a reformed church until 1970, and then caught fire in 1980. The building had gotten to the point where it needed to be taken down, but the mayor purchased the building and hired an architect to replace the roof. The replacement is beautiful, as it’s a full glass roof.

    As usual, when traveling in Europe, I hear names and phrases that I remember hearing in European History in high school, but my short attention span kept me from really learning what it was all about. Being here, I’m piecing it all together (I’m more of a physical learner than a book learner anyway). The Hanseatic League was a confederation of merchants and towns across Poland, Germany and the Netherlands from the late 12th century to the 15th century, and encompassed approximately 200 settlements. As you can imagine, the Hanseatic League dominated maritime trade in the North and Baltic Seas, and I’m sure led to the Dutch ruling the oceans. More about that here (if you are so inclined to remember what you forgot from high school): https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hanseatic_League

    Workum if you Got ’em

    Workum is a lovely city that is a short bike ride from the shores of the IJsselmeer. It received city rights in 1399, and is most famous for the Jopie Huisman museum. Workum has some beautiful hand carved/painted pottery from a multi-generational place (yes, we grabbed some). We were fortune to park right in front of the fountain.

    Workum Fountain

    When Vince and Debby were here, we visited the history museum, which is inside the old weigh house. A lot of these old towns have medieval era weigh houses, for fish, eel, cheese, and other goods that were being traded. The guy managing the museum that day asked us if we wanted to see their town hall, so we had an amazing personal tour seeing where the mayor and the council have occupied the chambers for most of the last 400 years. There was also a number of small exhibitions showing the occupation of Netherlands by the Germans during World War 2, and just like France, they are very grateful to Americans for “saving” them.

    The Oldest City in Friesland

    Finally, we made it to Stavoren. This city was granted rights between 1060 and 1067, and is the burial place of early Friesland Kings. Stavoren is a sweet small town right on the IJsselmeer, and it’s where we spent the weekend hanging out with our Bay Area friends.

    I have to ask what Stavoren did to be punished with this beast?

    The Lady of Stavoren

    (from Wikipedia) Now a village of just 1,000 inhabitants, Stavoren was once a wealthy port city in the Dutch province of Friesland but began to decline in the late Middle Ages after a sandbank formed outside the harbour, blocking ships from entering and exiting. Several stories have been told over the years to explain the forming of the sandbank, including the tale of the Lady of Stavoren.

    The story, of which more than 27 versions are known, involves an exceedingly rich patrician merchant widow, who desired ever greater riches. She sent a captain of her merchant fleet out in search of the greatest treasure in the world. When he returned with wheat, declaring wheat to be “the most precious thing in the world,” as it can feed the hungry, the widow, in her overweening pride and anger at his (as she perceived it) foolishness, let the wheat be thrown overboard into the harbour of Stavoren.

    When she was cautioned against this wicked behaviour, being reminded of the fickleness of fate and (despite her wealth and power) of the delicateness of her station, in hubris she took a ring from her finger and cast it into the ocean, declaring that she was as likely to fall into poverty as she was of regaining the ring.

    Soon afterwards, during a banquet thrown for her fellow Hanseatic merchant princes, she finds the ring inside a large fish served to her. As this event portended, she lost her wealth, living out her remaining years in destitution, begging for scraps of bread. In divine retribution the port had silted, and the wheat that had been cast overboard now grew in the resulting sandbank that closed the harbour and ruined the city.

    So… that explains the fish and the dainty lady statue.

    Sheep May Safely Graze (on the IJsselmeer)

    This is 53 degrees latitude in late July in the Netherlands. Cold, very very windy, and rough water. But, the sheep like it. And the cheese is excellent.

    I’ve Got Friends in High Places

    Finally, a photo of me and Lisa in Stavoren before we had off on our short cruise to Sneek. Lisa is a college friend of David’s from Boston – they both studied voice at Boston University. Lisa has had a fascinating life, and is now a full-fledged card carrying Luxembourg citizen, after learning Luxembourgish to pass her citizen test. I expect we will be seeing a lot more of Lisa in the coming years, either here or in Lux.

  • The Rat of IJlst

    The Rat of IJlst

    We all know where Sneek is, right? (Just assume you do… we’ve been there a few times on this trip.) Sneek is a “larger” town, has the Waterpoort that looks like a medieval castle, and we’ve spent plenty of time there in downtown tied up to the street.

    This story starts with us leaving Sneek and driving 30 minutes down the canal to a sweet little town that is also one of the “11 Frisian cities” (https://www.dutchnews.nl/2019/07/11-cities-of-friesland/)

    Compagnon in front of the Sneek Waterpoort about to go through a bridge

    IJlst (pronounced “eye-elst”) has become one of our favorite villages in Friesland. It became a full on city in 1268, and for most people it’s just a place on the way between Sneek and Bolsward. But, there’s a small marina next to a woodworking museum that is situated in front of their fountain, and next to that museum is a working windmill/sawmill called “De Rat”. De Rat is open Wednesday through Saturday, and for a whole ONE EURO you can climb to the top of this 17th century windmill, watch how the sails drive the cogs that drive the pistons that saw the large tree trunks that are floating outside of the mill. David and I arrived on Sunday and stayed until Thursday so we could go into the mill.

    This was worth every single penny of that Euro we spent to get into the place. We were in there for a few hours, climbing all over the mill, and talking to the miller about the sails and trim. David asked, “how long does it take to saw the entire log of wood apart.” The answer was, “it depends on the wind.”

    Walking up and down and around the mill, you had to be mindful of where you stepped and how you walked. There is no way this amazing structure would be allowed to be open ANYWHERE in America. Between the lack of disabled access and the liabilities (quite steep stairs or some dingdong shoves their finger into the blade to see “how does it feel”), so we felt quite lucky to be able to see this first hand.

    I asked about the history of windmills in the Netherlands. I had woven a story in my mind about some guy “Jim” and his pals talking over beers in the mid 1400s, and coming up with the design. As smart as the Dutch are, windmills first started showing up in the 8th century in the Middle East and Asia. The Dutch ruled the world, so they just took what they saw and made it their own.

    About De Rat

    This windmill is a “stellingmolen” (translates to “scaffolding mill”). It’s 3 stories built on a 3 story base, and the sawing floor (below) is at the 2nd floor (3rd floor for Americans), about 25 feet above the ground level. The blades have a span of over 70 feet, and the sails are affixed to a cast iron “windshaft”. The windshaft drives the cog wheel (29 cogs) at the top of the upright shaft, and at the bottom another cog wheel (43 cogs) drives a crankshaft via a gear with 40 cogs. The crankshaft changes the circular motion into reciprocal motion for 3 pistons (which are vertical saws).

    An engine. It’s an engine.

    The Sawing Floor

    You enter into the floor where logs up to 90 feet long come up the ramp and get lined up to be sawed. It’s fascinating to watch the blades go up and down based on the speed of the wind outside. The day we went, the wind was blowing so the sails were full and the mill was humming.

    It’s a slow process, but it works. And it’s several hundred years old.

    The Upper Floors

    Up a steep staircase, and we were able to walk around the outside of the mill. The blades were flying because the wind was howling. They reef the sails (“jibs”) on the blades the same we reef the sails on our sailboat. These blades are really “wings”, as they are fixed with a flap that moves the air as the blade rotates. (It reminded me of the America’s Cup boats and their rigid wings.)

    This wheel moves the top floor around so it faces the wind direction.
    David being passed by a blade.
    The cog wheels inside, attached to the windshaft, and the wheels drive the pistons.
    There’s another windmill over there, but it’s kind of second class when it comes to De Rat. Even in windmills, it’s clear that the Dutch understand sailing like no other culture.

    Visiting De Rat has been one of the highlights of our summer, and it’s now on the Parkernoster Reality Tour for people who come visit us here.

    Videos (You’ll Want to Watch These)

    The sawing floor… this was amazing to watch this centuries old technology completely driven by the wind.

    Finally, the rest of the Village of IJlst

    It’s a really cute village. If you end up here, I highly recommend stopping. It’s worth staying a couple of days.

  • GROU: Turf Route Day 4+ (AKA “We’ve Been Here for 33 Days”)

    GROU: Turf Route Day 4+ (AKA “We’ve Been Here for 33 Days”)

    Yeah, I’ll admit it. After living on our boat in the Netherlands for over a month now, the things I miss about the Bay Area are:

    1. My friends (though we are still in touch all the time)
    2. Street tacos and margarita-flavored margaritas
    3. My car

    Having said that, I know that if we stayed in Grou (which is kind of like a small version of Point Richmond without the street tacos), we’d have a solid community within a few months. We’ve gotten good at meeting new people and making an effort at remembering people’s names. We’re reading Dutch non-street taco menus, and we’ve become pro at shopping at the Jumbo supermarkt (we even do the self-scanning line without putting it into English mode).

    Also, we’re going to Leeuwarden tomorrow (by train), and I think lunch is going to be here.

    Anyway, the last we left off, we were in Dark Pants…

    We were sitting on the side of the canal in Donkerbroek. Did I mention that that translates into “dark pants”? We were there for 36 too many hours, and while the few people we met were nice, we were in the depths of Friesland where not only there are no possibilities of Dutch street tacos, there are just no people who speak Dutch (Frisian is like Old English… like Beowulf kind of stuff). We were as far into the depths of Friesland as some of the little towns between Stockton and Angels Camp – towns you may have blown through in a car but wouldn’t recognize the name of if someone asked if you’d been there.

    The day we left Donkerbroek, David woke up and said, “we need to leave here. We need to go forward and go somewhere else.” We’d been sitting put because it was pouring outside, but we do drive inside anyway, so that isn’t an issue. We left. We didn’t know where we were going. 50km backward, 50km forward, we just had to keep going. By the time we got to a place where it seemed would be comfortable to sit for the evening, we were within an hour of Grou, so we went back to Grou.

    A very deep lock… we went down 2m

    Driving 50km in a boat that goes 8km makes for a long day. Also, remember we went up 4m through many locks, so we had to come back down the hill the other way. We went through 4 more locks and no less than 12 bridges. The locks on the southern route back are much deeper so they take longer. Again, we heard from 2 different lock keepers, “you are the first Americans I’ve ever seen come through here.”

    Do they say that to all Americans?

    Oh look, another windmill.

    Getting to Know You

    Staying in Grou has allowed us to spend time really getting familiar with Compagnon. We’ve cleared off some trash, removed some of the ghost wires (that happens when the boat is from 1975), and moved stuff around so we are happy with the storage. We’ve been able to use our new used bikes to go to the American Diner at the train station and shared a cheeseburger and listened to 80s music. I’m really loving riding my bike… I don’t even have a bike in Point Richmond, but it feels so fun to do it here… and during the week mid-day, we can take our bikes on the trains. And, just about everywhere here plays 80s music, which is great because it’s our “golden oldies.”

    Is Your Refrigerator Running?

    Yesterday, while cleaning out the 2nd step down into the galley where I was keeping bags and foil, one of us inadvertently flipped a lever that had been horizontal to vertical. Neither of us thought much of it. A couple of hours later, I realized the refrigerator wasn’t working. We thought the fridge had died (it was new in 2012), so figured, “oh great, one more thing we need to replace.” This morning David wakes up and says, “I might know what happened with the fridge, give me a minute.” He reaches into the step and flips the lever back to horizontal, and the fridge comes back on.

    On Wednesday, Vince and Debbie arrive, and we have an exciting possible loop laid out while they are here. All in all, I’m glad we did the Turf Route, because we now have a lot more understanding of how this boat moves and how to manage locks and bridges. And someday, we’ll do the Big Turf Route (170km). But, not this year.

  • Donkerbroek: Turf Route Day 3 (AKA “These Locks are the Keys to Our Hearts”)

    Donkerbroek: Turf Route Day 3 (AKA “These Locks are the Keys to Our Hearts”)

    We are sitting still in Donkerbroek (“Dark Pants”) for a couple of days. It’s raining, and we’ve been on the go since last weekend, so just taking a breather, doing a little work on the boat, and probably go for a bike ride sometime today. Gorredijk is to Point Richmond as Donkerbroek is to Fremont (for those of you from the Bay Area).

    We left Gorredijk in the morning and went further east into deep Friesland (i.e. most of the people here speak Frisian, but not always great English if any). This part of the trip included 12 bridges (fixed, most of them lifting, and a couple of “self service”) as well as 4 locks. Some of the locks do not show up on the map, and are right on the other side of a lifting bridge. The only indication we have is looking under the bridge and seeing a wall.

    We’re Not in France

    We are traveling on the ‘Compagnonsvaart” (Compagnon’s Canal). Compagnon on Compagnon’s Canal.

    The canals are getting thinner and much prettier. There are bike paths down both sides, and if we had little cafes and patisseries, I would swear we were in France.

    The amount of focus that goes into driving on these parts of the canal with a boat that has a flat bottom and needs to be managed is immense. Thankfully David and I are both very good drivers as well as line handlers.

    Coming up on a bridge with a bridge keeper usually involves a waiting area where you can temporarily wrap your spring line around the pole. When the bridge is a “self-service” bridge, there’s a tad bit of choreography involved, because one of you has to get off, open the bridge, someone has to drive through the opening (which is barely wider than the width of the boat), pull up to the waiting area on the other side, close the bridge, and then continue.

    David opening one of the self-service bridges. We have read that little kids hang out around these bridges and for a little change will do the bridge for you. There were no kids out yesterday.

    Locks, Locks, Locks and Locks

    Locks are a little bit of a challenge also, because they require going through a very small opening (again barely wider than the boat), doubling back the spring line and wrapping it around a bar (so you can let the line out as the boat rises), and once the lock keeper opens the lock, going through another very small opening. So far, we have not hit anything, though we do have a long barge pole that helps to push the boat off the side of the lock before we depart.

    We are rising 4m from Akkrum to Aachen (from west to east on the Turf Route), which means we have to go 13 feet back down when we start to close the circle (I’m guessing we have another 6-8 locks ahead of us).

    You could make a life goal out of traveling through cool locks: Falkirk Wheel, Caen Hill Locks, and of course Panama.

    Compagnon in the last lock of the day. Note that the mast and windows are down – some of the fixed bridges are barely higher than the flagpole at the back.

    Another Magical Cruiser’s Kind of Evening

    I was gearing up for an evening meeting when David got back onto the boat and told me that I should reschedule my meeting because there was going to be a 25 piece brass band setting up just off our port side, and it would be too loud to have a meeting. I thought he was kidding, but sure enough there they were gathering for their once a year performance on the lawn next to our boat.

    The band from the balcony

    Out of curiosity, I went over to chat with the few earlybirds and ask if they knew who Sousa was (they did). I also chatted with a woman (named Klaaska) who was there for the performance all the way from “almost Utrecht”, and we invited her to join us in the “balcony” on our boat stern to watch the performance and have a glass of wine. She told me she’d never been on the canal on a boat either! We had a marvelous hour laughing, talking and listening to this brass band play Dutch favorites as well as “Sweet Caroline”.

    Donkerbroek Local Knowledge

    From Gorredijk, I’m not sure we could have gone much farther than Donkerbroek. It was a lot of focusing and work. Klein Groningen (where the canal takes a right turn) looks like a decent place to stay for the night, but there’s nothing there other than 49 houses and some horses.

    There is a grocery store in Donkerbroek called “Coop”. It’s a convenience store, and it’s not inexpensive. Oosterwolde is 18 minutes bike ride south, and much larger. There are at least 3 bridges between here and Oosterwolde.

    Mooring in Donkerbroek, coming from west to east, is beyond the second bridge on the left side. There are maybe 8 tieups. It’s free, and electricity is free.

    If you stay here, Sannie the harbormaster will come out and chat (a lot) with you. She’s lovely. Buy a Donkerbroek flag from here – it helps the mooring, and it will make her happy.

  • Gorredijk: Turf Route Day 2 (aka “We Feel Like the Cows are Watching Us”)

    Gorredijk: Turf Route Day 2 (aka “We Feel Like the Cows are Watching Us”)

    Last night was so unbearably hot, we slept with 3 fans in our cabin. Each one of us has our own fan, and an oscillating one to keep the air shifting around. It was 91 degrees yesterday, which means it was a solid 86 at 11pm. In Aldeboarn this morning, the internet was a bit spotty (not sporty), so we decided to leave and head for Gorredijk and take our chances that the connectivity was better there (and it is).

    On exiting Aldeboarn this morning, we drove under a fixed bridge that was only a few inches taller than our flag pole. Oh, I probably haven’t mentioned that this route requires us to have the mast folded down as well as the upper steering station windows due to the low height of the bridges. The other interesting thing about the bridges is that the heights are in DECIMETERS, so a bridge height that says 9 really means .9 (which you probably couldn’t even slide under if you were laying on a paddleboard).

    Nature on Steroids

    This swan was in the middle of the canal like a squirrel on a street.

    We found ourselves in beautiful nature, surrounded by kilometers and kilometers of farmland and cows. Occasionally there would be someone riding past on a bike, or a small family in a small boat, but for the most part we were by ourselves. Except for the cows. At 10.6m, we’re one of the larger boats on the Turf Route, and it really shows when you are going down the canal in the middle of a town.

    To get to Gorredijk, you drive past the Sudergemaal pumping station. Sadly, it is currently closed. It was built in 1924 to drain the polders and was one of the first electric pumping stations built in Friesland. After passing that, we went under another fixed bridge, and then through 3 more opening bridges (they are either drawbridges or they rotate). Finally we were at the opening bridge to get into Gorredijk.

    Once you get the attention of the first bridgekeeper, that person sticks with you for the entire set of bridges. It seems that it’s this way for these small villages, but these are small bridges and small hops (maybe 100m) between the bridges.

    It’s the Turfroute highway sign

    Bridges and Bridges and Bridges and Locks

    As soon as we were at the entrance to Gorredijk, we went through:

    1. Drawbridge #1
    2. Drawbridge #2
    3. Drawbridge #3
    4. Rotating Bridge #1
    5. A LOCK! We did a lock today! Manually operated!!!
    6. Rotating Bridge #2
    7. Drawbridge #4
    8. Drawbridge #5

    I get why they want experienced boaters only on this route.

    Opsterlandse Compagnonsvaart

    We are currently moored just outside of the last bridge in Gorredijk on the Opsterlandse Compagnonsvaart (haha, Compagnon the boat is on the Compagnon canal!). The canal is a 34km canal between Gorredijk and Appelscha. It was dug in 1630 for the transport of peat (which was used to heat houses). In 1974, there was a movement to do away with the canal, but an individual said “no way”, and managed to keep the canal open. About 1500 boats pass down this route every year.

    We are Going Uphill

    There are NINE LOCKS ahead of us, and they are ALL manually operated. This is because Appelscha (which is technically the beginning of the Turf Route, but we got on the road in the middle of it) is 12m higher than Gorredijk. There are no facilities for pumping up the water in the Opsterlandse Compagnonsvaart. All the water that flows through the canal comes from the area itself.

    #notpanama

    Gorredijk Local Knowledge

    All the major chain stores are here: Jumbo, Albert Heine, Aldi, Action, Blokker, Hema, Kruidvat

    There is mooring on the west side of town on the right side of the canal. It appears to be pay for the evening. No trees there. There is mooring on the east side of town, covered trees, but electricity is 3 hours for 50 cents. If it’s a hot day, I’d moor where the electricity doesn’t run out.