Colonie Reservoir

Nearly 1,000 acres of land surrounds the Colonie Reservoir (also known as the Stony Creek Reservoir). The reservoir serves as a backup water supply for the town of Colonie. Clifton Park was in negotiations with Colonie in 2009 to purchase the area, although it doesn't appear that any deal was made. When looking at satellite imagery of Clifton Park, the area stands out as Clifton Park's largest body of water and one of the largest areas of undeveloped land. Currently any recreational use of the land including hiking, kayaking, (etc.) is prohibited. It is unfortunate that this area is unused (as far as I can tell) and remains off-limits, when it has so much to offer.

It certainly begs the question, why is it off-limits?

I read that some states have laws against people visiting water that is used for drinking, for fear of contamination. Perhaps that could be why it is so aggressively posted. However, it seems odd because the Stony Creek runs through multiple golf courses just upstream of the reservoir, and the garbage dump (or "transfer station" as it is more gently known) is basically directly on top of the reservoir. The dump is the large grassy mound, clearly visible in the upper left corner of the reservoir in the above satellite image.

Related Links

* Colonie should sell reservoir to Clifton Park
* Times Union Article
* Shen Environmental Science Discussion

Hiked Plotter Kill

I hiked along the Plotter Kill, a small creek in Rotterdam that flows in the bottom of a very tall and steep ravine.

The ravine formed only 10,000 years ago as the area emerged from the ice age. I started at the Rotterdam Kiwanis Park (I highly recommend starting at the Plotter Kill Nature Preserve parking lot instead to avoid certain obstacles).

The trek involved going under a train track and the NYS thruway through tunnels. Fortunately the water level was low enough to allow reasonably easy passage. Two options were available for underpassing the train tracks.

The first set of tunnels lead to Drago's Cove, from which three tunnels bypass the Thruway traffic.

After the tunnels it was a relief to find a trail. There is a really nice loop trail that runs along the edge of both sides of the ravine covering several long miles.

I never saw them, but the park is home to several large waterfalls. I only managed to see some nice smaller ones along the way up the ravine.

Steep ravine walls and interesting rocky overhangs loomed overhead as I walked.

Frozen trickles collect into large ice sculptures.

Best not to look down while scrambling out of the ravine.

After a few hours of hiking, I followed a trail back into the ravine and across the creek and up the other side along a power line access road. The rough road was taking me in the wrong direction, but thankfully eventually crossed paths with the South Rim Trail, which I could take back to Drago's Cove.

The powerline access roads could provide miles and miles of walking, but not today.

The powerlines make for an ideal place to put a trail marker.

The ground was clear of ice and snow, except for the trail. Previous hikers packed the snow into a slippery Iceman wake. At one point as I walked, my feet slipped out from under me over the edge of a steep hill. I suddenly found myself butt-sliding down a hill for 15 feet or so before stopping my decent. Whoopsie!

A less than ideal tree bridge over the creek...

...gets me to the side I need to be on.

I work my way back through the tunnels to where the Plotter Kill confluences with the Mohawk River.

Nearby the Autumn Tree displays it's name gruesomely carved into it's severed thumb.

Related Links

* Plotter Kill Nature Preserve Brochure - Trail Map
* Norockingchairforme Hikes the Plotter Kill - A retired guy aggressively exploring the area

Old Faithful of the East

Did you know...?!

Saratoga Springs is home to the only active spouting geysers east of the Missisippi. As soon as I heard the news I had to go and see it with my own eyes. It is totally awesome, if you're into that kind of thing. The geyser water is safe to drink, too, but it tastes just awful. But it's good for you. It's minerally. Oh yeah, and it's naturally sparkling, too!

Click on the map for an interactive version:

On my way from the parking lot to Geyser Creek, I unexpectedly found myself in a familiar place. Saratoga Performing Arts Center (SPAC) - I haven't been here since Lallapalooza '92. It looks a lot smaller without Soundgarden, Pearl Jam, and a million excited fans.

Back in '92 there was a big hole in the fence through which a mass of 10 ticketless gypsies were hoping to sneak into the concert. Despite having legitimately paid to get into the show, I recall getting too close to the hole and security came by and pushed me through it, turning me into a gypsy for a few short minutes. We gypsies agreed that if all of us ran at once through the hole past the guards and into the crowd, we wouldn't get caught. I led the charge and never looked back. Until now, that is. They have since closed the hole.

After arriving at Geyser Creek, I soon discovered that Kayaking down this beast to the Kayaderosseras Creek might be nearly impossible on account of the swampy mess in between. "Nearly impossible" pretty much means it's possible, right? Anyway, note to self:

Don't go down this hole near the northwest end of the park:

Otherwise you will have this to deal with on the other end:

A short distance down the path is huge tufa mound made up of mineral deposits from Orenda Spring. It was impossible to get a good picture that shows the size, so I guess you'll just have to go and see it for yourself. It's like a little piece of Yellowstone National Park right here in Upstate NY.

At the source of the spring is a nice spot where you can fill up a water bottle with the naturally carbonated stinky water.

Further down the trail is Island Spouter (also seen in the first picture at the top of this page).

I proceeded further along the creek. I came across ping pong balls that had washed up on both sides of the creek, three total. It seems like there is some kind of ping pong ball mystery to solve.

Beavers in the area are busy whittling down trees.

The beavers kindly built a bridge for me to cross a small tributary.

There is a long section of hiking that is getting censored from this entry. It was really rough going through a big boggy marsh. Eventually I cursed and crashed and splashed through to the other side and reached the Kayaderosseras.

After arriving at the main creek I popped out of the woods at Driscoll Road and made my way back to the car via busy roadways having seen enough of the wilderness for one day.

Walked the Cooley Kill

I explored a section of the Cooley Kill, a creek too small for kayaking.

I started out on a tributary of the Cooley Kill. Most of the first section was frozen over.

Ice bridges allowed for precarious stream crossings.

When the creek met with the Cooley Kill, the water was no longer icy, begging the question, why is the one creek frozen and the other is not?

I headed upstream in search of the answer.

The stream eventually disappeared into a pipe.

A long pipe.

Eventually I worked my way around through the Van Patten Golf Course where several small ponds perforate the Cooley Kill. The way I see it, the water is warmer because the ponds serve as large insulated storage chambers. Perhaps the nutrient-rich runoff from the fertilized golf course gives rise to biologic activity which would then generate additional warmth.

Cross-country ski tracks indicate that I'm not alone using the golf course for recreational purposes.

People were sledding down a long hill.

I reached a small confluence and chose to leave the Cooley Kill and follow the tributary.

The tributary quickly lead to a small pond.

I followed 20 turkeys as they scampered away. After they tired of my game, one-by-one the birds reluctantly spread their wings and hauled their large mass high up into the trees, perched for a moment, then flew off.

As the stream diminished it's way out of the pond-strewn golf course, the surface became solid ice again.

I tried to find the stream again, but by now it was very small and surrounded by homes. On my way back to the car I came across the Long Kill, and started following it through a Jonesville Cemetery.

Parts of the creek were freshly eroded, reminding me of Irene's recent impact on the area.

Jumbles of logs ward off would-be kayakers.

On the way home, I found Wonder Woman missing a leg. I thought she was pretty much invincible, but I guess not.

It doesn't seem right.

Food Processor

I picked up a used food processor and spent the day trying some different recipes for Pâté, Borscht, Potato Pancakes, and Sorbet. The Pâté and Potato Pancakes came out absolutely delicious. The other recipes were not bad, but could use a little refinement.

Chicken Liver Pâté with Caviar

The Chicken Liver Pâté was made using a recipe from the Better Homes and Gardens Food Processor Cookbook. A tub of chicken livers was cooked with a diced onion at high temperature in a small amount of butter.

The cooked liver and onion was processed smooth with butter, mayo, mustard, lemon juice, hot sauce, salt, and pepper, then terrined with caviar and chilled. The result was delicious. I'm not sure I would do it any differently if I were to make it again.


The Borscht recipes I found called for using a lot of meat. The best Borscht I have ever eaten was made by the nice folks at Muza in Troy, NY. It was absolutely spectacular, and did not have meat in it as I recall. I took several liberties with the recipes and tried to make it without most of the meat. The flavor ended up lacking a little bit, but the result was not too bad.

Beets and other vegetables were simmered with beef marrow bones and herbs.

The stock was then boiled with cabbage, onion, and another beet with salt, pepper, tomato paste, and a small amount of white wine vinegar.

Potato Pancakes

The Potato Pancakes were made using a recipe from The Good Housekeeping Illustrated Cookbook. The potatoes were shredded in the food processor, squeezed dry, and mixed with beaten eggs, onion, flour, salt, and pepper.

The mixture was dolloped into a bit of oil, flattened with a spatula, and flipped before they were served with apple sauce and sour cream.

Strawberry, Banana, Kiwi Sorbet

The sorbet was made using winter fruits from the supermarket.

The fruits were puréed and frozen in a shallow pan.

Once frozen, the fruit was again processed and re-frozen.

The winter strawberries and kiwis were not very flavorful. It would have been better with perfect summer fruits. The sorbet was a bit ice-crystally. Perhaps using an ice-cream maker to chill the fruit would do a better job of making a smooth sorbet.

Wells Fargo at HSBC

I went to my local HSBC bank and noticed a sticker on the door for "Wells Fargo Alarm Services".

You can see the sticker on the lower-left corner of the following picture:

While I was waiting to have my check cashed, I asked the teller if HSBC is affiliated with Wells Fargo Bank. She said, "no". I looked up Wells Fargo Alarm Services, and they are indeed an Alarm Services company. I find it funny, like finding a "Burger King Alarm Services" sign at McDonalds. Personally if I were in charge as HSBC I would have chosen a different Alarm Services company based on the name alone, but that's just me.

Found: Shadow Benny

I have been on the search for the Trinidad herb called Shadow Benny for a long time. I have finally found it wonderfully fresh and available in large quantities at an appropriately named Asian Supermarket, "Asian Supermarket" on Central Ave. in Albany. Shadow Benny is sold here under the name, "Viet Nam Ngo Kai". I don't find much reference to this name online, although a slightly different spelling, "Ngo Gai" is a common name for Shadow Benny. The herb goes by many names, in fact in Trinidad alone it seems to go by several different spellings (Chadon Beni, Shado Beni, Culantro, etc.). With this curiously strong herb, Shadow Benny sauce can be made. The taste could be best described as super-concentrated cilantro flavor. Delicious on doubles, this sauce is also great on all kinds of other foods like chicken, burgers, pizza, egg sandwiches, you name it.

A recipe for Shadow Benny Sauce can be found here.

Related Links

* Times Union Article about the Asian Supermarket

Island Beach State Park, NJ

A friend and I spent a long weekend at Island Beach State Park, NJ to fish in the surf. We have made a trip like this for the last two years. We have gone to Sandy Hook, NJ, Martha's Vineyard, and now IBSP. Each trip has been a great experience. Much of the time it feels like grueling punishment, but with every wet, cold, fishless hour the anticipation for catching the next fish grows. It is all a matter of being at the right place at the right time and having the wherewithall to not mess it up when the moment comes.

Trip Report

Thursday, 10/20/11

I headed towards NJ after work, and I met J at the Belvedere Motel at around 9:00PM. We grabbed dinner at Hemingway's. I had a decent burger. We went to the Motel and took a 2-hour nap before starting to fish. We parked at the first parking lot in IBSP and fished for a while, but didn't catch anything.

Friday, 10/21/11

We took a short nap before sunrise and went to the far end of IBSP. At sunrise, J caught a nice weakfish. We didn't know the regulation size, and J tossed it back into the sea, but it turned out that with a 13" minimum length, it was a keeper.

We went to Betty and Nick's Bait and Tackle. J got a quick repair done on his reel so that the bail would flip properly. We had a pretty good breakfast at the bait shop. I had the pumpkin pancakes. I bought some weights, black teasers, bunker, and clams as well as a black eel lure. We picked up a regulations guide and some tide charts. We headed out to the beach, and were unpacking equipment from the car when tragedy struck, 6 inches busted off of a rod tip. We took it to Grumpy's who said that they could either put a new tip on it for 5 bucks or put it in the dumpster. There would be no repairing the all-important tip. We headed to Betty and Nick's Bait and Tackle for a second opinion, and they told us the exact same thing. J picked out a new rod and we headed out to fish some more.

We fished the rest of the day through sunset. We headed south from the far parking lot at IBSP. I tossed bunker chunks and clams in the water. 8 oz weights almost held firm to the bottom (close enough anyway), and 6 oz. weights were a little bit on the light side, although I was struggling to cast the 8 oz. weights. I rigged weight->snap swivel->hook on dropper loop->barrel swivel. This setup worked very well. In the evening I put away the bait and we fished hard, but came out empty-handed. We didn't see any bait in the water or fish jumping. We were pondering the fact that with no structure or visible life in the water, fishing the surf is like casting out in the desert. We carry an informational package we call the "portfolio" for these trips including vital weather, tide, sun/moon rise/set times, maps, and a pile of informational tidbits from the internet about the area. Everything we need to know is probably in the portfolio, it is just a matter of filtering it down to something that can help us make the decisions on where, when, and how to fish. J noted that the portfolio mentioned looking for markers left behind by previous fishermen that would indicate some kind of structure in the water that might only be visible at certain times. For example, you might see a deep hole at low tide where fish might like to hang out during high tide when the hole is no longer visible from shore. We happened to notice a plastic bag firmly attached to a fencepost, which seemed like a clear sign of something.

We walked south past the marked fencepost along a sandbar during a low tide. J happened to notice that there was a small dip in the sandbar in a direct line with the marking, suggesting that this could be a great little spot for bass to hunt. The portfolio proved true. Look for the markings. It was a small version of a "cut" described at the following link:

We fished the sunset, but didn't see any action. We ate dinner at --- ------. It was not good. Sitting next to me at the bar was a guy who seemed to have serious mental problems cleverly disguised by his extreme drunkenness. He was making strange clucking noises, groaning, drooling, and mingling with the large wooden beam 6 inches in front of his face while his tour guide was trying to make him drink more. I ordered the "softy", a soft-shelled crab sandwich. I asked if these were in season, and if they had been frozen or not. He said that they were never frozen, but we were at the tail end of the season so the crabs are on their way out. I ordered one, but I should have taken the hint. It was cooked extra crispy (probably a good thing), and after I finished most of it, I decided I had enough. We scurried out of there happily unstabbed and unpoisoned. We hung out for a bit before taking a short sleep (or long nap depending on how you look at it).

Saturday 10/22/11

We got up early to start fishing the pre-dawn. The beautiful sunrise refused to share its fish with us.

We talked to some baitfishermen who had caught some small sharks and skates before the sunrise. Later we saw some reports of people catching fish at the same time. After sunrise, we headed to Seaside Heights for breakfast at the Next Door Cafe. It was an absolutely fantastic breakfast, best ever. I had a pork roll egg and cheese on a bun and it was delicious. I would have liked another one, but on Sunday all there was to eat was striped bass, quickly overtaking the sandwich as the best ever breakfast. We stopped at Betty and Nick's to look at the fishing reels. The bail broke on my main reel, a Walmart special so I had been using my backup. My backup reel not as good as the Walmart special. On a good day, this reel wouldn't successfully catch a fish bigger than 10 inches. When I experienced difficulties reeling in a 2-inch crab, I knew that if I was going to catch a 28+ inch striped bass (28 inches is the legal minimum size for keeping a striped bass), I needed something beefier. I finally bought a real nice real reel, thus preparing me to fish and succeed.

We napped and headed out and fished before and after the high tide. We walked down the beach towards Governor's Mansion. Halfway down the beach, we started fishing areas that had a lot of clam shells in the wash, and more importantly some pieces of sand crabs and mole crabs. We met with a bit of excitement shortly after high peak. We watched somebody pull in a short bass down the shore. Before long, he walked by us and told us he was using a ------ ---- ---. He said that he has had a lot of success with them over the last season or two. He also had a teaser tied on with a large dropper loop (with a notably smaller knot than when I make a dropper loop - thinner leader? braided line? fewer twists?), positioning the teaser 2.5 inches from the leader. It looked like a great way to tie on the teaser. I have been tying two leaders to a barrel swivel, but it gets a little bit tangled up sometimes. I put on a storm shad with a teaser, which has the similar tail to the ------ ---. J saw a fish jump, felt a few bites, and something bit the tail off my plastic lure. We fished until the sun went down, and decided to return to the spot on the next high tide.

We grabbed dinner on the boardwalk. The area was surprisingly alive compared to most of the area, mainly because of the bright lights, but there were some people there as well. A lot of video game arcades with some gambling machines were open for business. We ate at the Sawmill Cafe. We both had really delicious cheese-steaks, and there were some good beer choices. Not too bad for the off-season. We went back to the Motel and got in some good sleep.

Sunday 10/23/11

We woke up and started fishing at 3am. We walked in the dark until we found a familiar log near our favorite spot from the night before. We fished an hour or so until high tide. J suggested that we keep walking to the Governor's Mansion. We walked for a while and were lucky enough to spot the silhouette of a chimney behind the sand dunes, indicating something that perhaps a Governor could live in. We took a nice relaxing break before gearing up and hitting the surf. It was dark out, and clouds covered the moonsliver more often than not. I tied on a Deadly Dick with a dropper looped black teaser. After a half-dozen casts, I found myself physically connected to a swimming torpedo. The drag on my new reel zipped beautifully as a big fish unmistakably rocketed into the dark horizon. I set the hook and yelled "fish on" as loud as I could, but the crashing surf drowned my cries. The fish was calling the shots, he was running. When he finally took a short break, I started reeling him in slowly. We were back and forth for a while. I tightened my drag a little, and started bringing the fish towards me. I could feel the fish getting close, rising and falling with the incoming waves. He found his wind and took off one last time. After that I reeled him in and dragged him quickly to the safety of dry sand. At a glance, the fish made 28 inches look small, making this an obvious keeper. It measured 31.5 inches. We buried the fish to keep it cool. Twice actually because a dog came by and dug it up. We fished for another hour or so through sunrise and packed it in.

We weighed the fish in at Betty and Nick's, then brought it to our temporary home. I asked the hotel manager if he happened to know where a good place to clean a fish would be. He offered us a table he was discarding, and said we could just put everything in the dumpster when we were done. We cleaned the fish, which had 10 crabs and 5 eels in its stomach. The fish yielded several pounds of meat. We cooked up a 2-inch thick breakfast filet along with 2 scrumptious bass cheeks on a cast iron skillet and a camp stove. My first taste of victory.

Related Links

* Striper Surf NJ Forums - Great fishing reports here
* Fishing at IBSP, NJ - A great article
* Surf Reports at Betty and Nick's
* Bite Club Episode 1 - Motivational video for surf fishing
* Rigging a Teaser