10:39 a.m. on July 25, 2011 (EDT)
whomeworry said:
Robert Rowe said:
He's probably too young to know, Ed.
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Ed
Oh, I remember, right down to the pictures with the circles and arrows on the back of each one... I could have used a few of those in our defense.
SO we went for an October paddle on Low's lake on the Adirondacks, a lake that has no public road access or boat ramp so you don't see motorboats there. You get there by paddling up a small river and dragging over a boggy stretch. So we both had frozen feet and were good and ready to make camp by the time we got to the lake proper, late in the day. We had been there before in the summer and knew that the usual routine is to take one of the numbered campsites around the lake. But we were good and cold and so pulled over at Gooseneck Island right by where the river meets the lake. At the landing we saw the sign: "No Camping" on the first line and "June July August" below it. Up the slope was a well-established campsite with a large area of compacted soil and a small fire ring. Given that we were cold, it was getting late, and the sign didn't seem to prohibit camping in October, we decided to camp there. Didn't even build a fire. but had a pretty comfy night.
Next day we paddled to the other end of the lake and back, and shortly after we got back to the campsite, heard a motorboat out on the lake. Didn't even think they were supposed to be there, but there it was, headed straight for us, bearing, as it turns out, two NYS DEC rangers. They landed and curtly informed us that we weren't supposed to be camping there, but when we protested and pointed out the sign they would hear none of it and insisted on issuing each of us a citation, although they didn't insist that we move camp, which we could easily have done. We were, needless to say, taken aback, because in the one or two much more red-handed situations of similar nature that I had encountered in my younger days I had gotten off with a stern warning and a move to another site.
The next day we paddled out and drove home full of indignation -- the citations were like traffic tickets but allowed for fines of $25 to $250 at the discretion of the judge if we pled guilty by mail. The latter sum x2 was enough to put a serious dent in our monthly budget at the time. Nevertheless, I was all for taking the easy, but potentially costly, way out but my wife insisted that we plea not guilty and go to court to argue our case. I think she figured we would just have to explain about the misleading sign to the judge and he, being a wise and judgely sort of person, would understand and annul the citations. Heh-heh.
Time passed. We got a letter with a 9 AM appointment at the town court in South Colton NY, a good 4.5 hour drive, including a ferry crossing, from our home in VT. It was also on a day that was for some reason really bad for my wife, so she asked me to call to see if we could get it changed. I called the town clerk figuring she might be able to direct me to the right authority for such things. She allowed as how the judge was not in but actually gave me his home phone number, saying he might be home for lunch. I called and talked to his wife and she gave me another number where I might be able to get a hold of him. I called and asked for him by name. There seemed to be a lot of background noise on the other end of the phone. When I repeated the name, the guy on the other end said, "Oh, John? He's out back loading the truck." Wise and judgely indeed.
Turns out we couldn't change the time, so we left home at 4 AM and made the long drive, showing up just a little ahead of time. By now we understood the judge was a local Joe, but were surprised to see that DEC had sent up a well-dressed prosecutor from Albany to argue the state's case, and Officer Kennedy, one of the two rangers who issued the citations, had taken the day off from his other duties to testify. The prosecutor promptly put him up on the stand and asked a series of questions that allowed him to explain how he found us in a no camping area. We, representing ourselves, were invited to cross-examine, something for which we were totally unprepared. If I could get a second chance I would ask Officer Kennedy if he ever had occasion to go to Albany and if he would park during business hours in front of a sign that read "No parking 5PM-8AM". But hindsight is 20/20, alas. If I did have any questions, I don't remember what they were.
The prosecutor then put my wife on the stand to get our side of the story. On one of the finer points, she (the prosecutor) wanted to establish that we were camping less than 150 feet from the water's edge and, wanting to use the dimensions of a football field as a reference, she asked my wife if she had ever been to a football game. My wife answered, truthfully, that she had not, much to the consternation of all present. But the prosecutor rallied and managed to establish that we were too near the water. By then I had had a chance to collect my thoughts, and in my cross-examination had my wife describe the misleading nature of the sign.
No matter. When the judge's gavel came down we were fined $25 each. It turns out that we were supposed to have read the fine print on a brochure available at the canoe put-in, which was supposed to clarify the rules, but when we read it we found it ambiguous at best. It also turns out that the campsite was so well-used because the local Boy Scout had permission to use it in June, July, and August, and we think the DEC didn't like that for some reason and were taking it out on us. Turns out the real policy for that site, as far as the DEC was concerned, was "No camping", and the signs would have expressed that best if they had simply cut the last three words off of them. At any rate, given the minimal fines and the time already invested, we decided not to pursue the matter any further. But I still think that we were in the right in our interpretation of both the sign and the brochure, and can never quite forgive NYS DEC for what amounts to entrapment.