I’ve got a mule; her name is Sal;
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal;
She’s a good old worker and a good old pal;
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal.
We’ve hauled some barges in our day
Filled with lumber, coal and hay;
And we’ve come to know every inch of the way
From Albany to Buffalo.
Low bridge, everybody down;
Low bridge, an’ we’re comin’ to a town;
And you’ll always know your neighbor,
You’ll always know your pal
If ya’ve ever navigated on the Erie Canal.
I grew up in North Carolina, singing that – a song I first learned in music class in elementary school. For some reason, the lyrics stuck with me. When we first moved up to New York and I saw the signs for the Erie Canal locks, I was excited! The song was coming alive. Ken laughed at me when I confessed that I hadn’t even really been sure the Erie Canal was still a real place until we moved up here.
At Thanksgiving, a friend came to spend a week with us. She loved to go out walking, and came back one day telling us about the Erie Canalway trail. We’ve lived here for 6 years now and had never even heard of the trail. So early one afternoon when the weather was a little brisk but still feeling nice, we all went out to walk along the trail.
While the guys were riding their scooter and playing with the dog, I was bringing up the rear snapping pictures of all the interesting things I spotted – things like interesting rusted bolts, feathers hanging from a branch, and boys who wished I’d hurry up and catch up. 🙂