Had quite a "welcome" in Redfield today. My husband and I were kayaking on Redfield Res. for the first time ever. A sudden wind came up and the water became so rough in just a few minutes. We paddled quickly from the other end and when we got to the bridge, the waves were huge, especially on the other side of the bridge. I was getting panicky and we steered to the bank near the restaurant/bar. My husband's kayak got swamped as he pulled up to shore. Immediately the woman owner of the bar came running down and told him that he couldn't get out there because it was private property and she expected us to get back into our kayaks and continue on into the dangerous water. Needless to say, I had "words" with her. We proceeded to carry our kayaks out to the road, even with her putting her hands on me, threatening us with the police.
It wasn't long before her husband chased us down in his truck, basically forcing us to stop. Wow, what a welcome to Redfield, NY! Can you say, REDNECKS!?
PS The most maddening thing for me is to know that my husband has been a volunteer firemen and chief for 39 years, helping others in distress in all kinds of weather, hours, holidays, etc. and then to be denied help when we needed it today. And we expect the Iraq people to like and understand us?