Posted with permission from the Hamilton Spectator
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With Googlie eyes, Jim scans the waters for wrecks forgotten
PAUL WILSON'S STREETBEAT
August 11, 2010
Bob Peters runs a great dive shop on Kenilworth North, but today it's sweltering in this old place.
It began in the 19205 as a Loblaws grocery store. When they pulled out to go to Centre Mall, Peters moved in. That was 1961 and Bob's Scuba Shop has been here ever since.
He's coming up 83, still dives, knows everything about the sport. And right now, he's looking at me kind of funny.
I've emerged from the change room, tightly encased in thick black rubber. I am sweating buckets. I now know why they call it a wet suit.
"Uh, I think you've got it on backwards," Bob says.
Backwards, frontwards, this thing's too tight. Bob finds me another. He gets me fins, goggles and a snorkel. All mine, for the rest of day, for $20.
I'm on an adventure, just off Confederation Park, with a man named Jim Hewlett.
He looks like John Candy. Funny like him, too. And clever about lots of things. He's 49 and runs Hamilton Engine Service in a cluttered shop behind his turreted cottage on the Beach Strip.
His specialty is building race car engines for clients. Right now, he's working on a 496 Chev. Put that on nitrous oxide and you've got 900 horsepower.
But Jim is a green guy, sits on the board of the Hamilton Conservation Authority, and drives an old Jetta that runs on vegetable oil.
Something else about Jim. He likes shipwrecks.
"It's the history and the mystery," he says. "It's aconnectionto the way we were. People died, fortunes were lost."
Sometimes he used to look for wrecks from a plane. No need for that anymore, not with the gull's-eye view provided by Google Earth.
There are half-a-dozen known wrecks just off the shores of Confederation Park and Jim's had a part in finding them.
These are not like the Hamilton and Scourge, merchant schooners pressed into service during the War of 1812. They went down in Lake Ontario nearly 200 years ago. They sit wonderfully preserved, some 100 metres below the surface.
The old boats close to the Beach Strip shores are what Jim calls shipwreck sandwiches. In relatively shallow waters, the deck collapses in on the hull due to the forces of ice and storm.
Spectacular? Perhaps not. But still, they are timbered artifacts from your great-grandpappy's day.
Not long ago, Jim was cruising Google Earth. It was a new version and this time he spotted something not visible before. No doubt about it - a ship, a long one, only 25 metres off shore, just south of where they've built that light -house - shaped lookout by Lakeland pool.
So today we're heading over. Jim counts out the paces down the beach.
I suit up. Jim does not, says he's got permanent insulation against the cold. Besides, he's just tougher.
He gives me a quick diving lesson. I didn't know you have to spit in your mask. I didn't know how easy it is to swallow water with a snorkel. I don't really get the hang of it.
No big deal. I'll swim without that pesky plastic pipe. We walk out nearly halfway to where the wreck's supposed to be. Prom here, Howlett swims further out and starts doing a sweep, back and forth, while I stand and wait.
Minutes pass. Then some more. "Too overcast," Jim says. "Can't see a thing."
But just then, the sun appears. He heads back, and soon he's waving me out.
"Right below us," he says.
"About eight feet."
Deep breath, kick of the fins. And just down where your ears start to hurt, there it is. Ribs and planks. Shape of a bow. Wow.
Back up for air. Back down. This time I grab hold of the carcass, pull myself along.
The ears are hurting more, but I do it one more time. It's buried history, and I'm touching it. Slimy, but still athrill.
I thank Howlett for the adventure, head back to Bob's shop.
I tell Bob about the dive. He's interested. And then he tells me that when he was a kid, there was a big
old wreck that somehow got beached right around there. Part of it was sticking up and you could dive right off it.
What happened to it?
"It sat there for years," Bob says. " I think the city eventually just dragged it out a ways. They didn't want people getting hurt."
Today's big find? It's just possible Bob the diver beat Jim and me to it by some 70 years.
StreetBeat appears Monday, Wednesday and Friday pwilson@thespec. com 905-526-3241
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With Googlie eyes, Jim scans the waters for wrecks forgotten
PAUL WILSON'S STREETBEAT
August 11, 2010
Bob Peters runs a great dive shop on Kenilworth North, but today it's sweltering in this old place.
It began in the 19205 as a Loblaws grocery store. When they pulled out to go to Centre Mall, Peters moved in. That was 1961 and Bob's Scuba Shop has been here ever since.
He's coming up 83, still dives, knows everything about the sport. And right now, he's looking at me kind of funny.
I've emerged from the change room, tightly encased in thick black rubber. I am sweating buckets. I now know why they call it a wet suit.
"Uh, I think you've got it on backwards," Bob says.
Backwards, frontwards, this thing's too tight. Bob finds me another. He gets me fins, goggles and a snorkel. All mine, for the rest of day, for $20.
I'm on an adventure, just off Confederation Park, with a man named Jim Hewlett.
He looks like John Candy. Funny like him, too. And clever about lots of things. He's 49 and runs Hamilton Engine Service in a cluttered shop behind his turreted cottage on the Beach Strip.
His specialty is building race car engines for clients. Right now, he's working on a 496 Chev. Put that on nitrous oxide and you've got 900 horsepower.
But Jim is a green guy, sits on the board of the Hamilton Conservation Authority, and drives an old Jetta that runs on vegetable oil.
Something else about Jim. He likes shipwrecks.
"It's the history and the mystery," he says. "It's aconnectionto the way we were. People died, fortunes were lost."
Sometimes he used to look for wrecks from a plane. No need for that anymore, not with the gull's-eye view provided by Google Earth.
There are half-a-dozen known wrecks just off the shores of Confederation Park and Jim's had a part in finding them.
These are not like the Hamilton and Scourge, merchant schooners pressed into service during the War of 1812. They went down in Lake Ontario nearly 200 years ago. They sit wonderfully preserved, some 100 metres below the surface.
The old boats close to the Beach Strip shores are what Jim calls shipwreck sandwiches. In relatively shallow waters, the deck collapses in on the hull due to the forces of ice and storm.
Spectacular? Perhaps not. But still, they are timbered artifacts from your great-grandpappy's day.
Not long ago, Jim was cruising Google Earth. It was a new version and this time he spotted something not visible before. No doubt about it - a ship, a long one, only 25 metres off shore, just south of where they've built that light -house - shaped lookout by Lakeland pool.
So today we're heading over. Jim counts out the paces down the beach.
I suit up. Jim does not, says he's got permanent insulation against the cold. Besides, he's just tougher.
He gives me a quick diving lesson. I didn't know you have to spit in your mask. I didn't know how easy it is to swallow water with a snorkel. I don't really get the hang of it.
No big deal. I'll swim without that pesky plastic pipe. We walk out nearly halfway to where the wreck's supposed to be. Prom here, Howlett swims further out and starts doing a sweep, back and forth, while I stand and wait.
Minutes pass. Then some more. "Too overcast," Jim says. "Can't see a thing."
But just then, the sun appears. He heads back, and soon he's waving me out.
"Right below us," he says.
"About eight feet."
Deep breath, kick of the fins. And just down where your ears start to hurt, there it is. Ribs and planks. Shape of a bow. Wow.
Back up for air. Back down. This time I grab hold of the carcass, pull myself along.
The ears are hurting more, but I do it one more time. It's buried history, and I'm touching it. Slimy, but still athrill.
I thank Howlett for the adventure, head back to Bob's shop.
I tell Bob about the dive. He's interested. And then he tells me that when he was a kid, there was a big
old wreck that somehow got beached right around there. Part of it was sticking up and you could dive right off it.
What happened to it?
"It sat there for years," Bob says. " I think the city eventually just dragged it out a ways. They didn't want people getting hurt."
Today's big find? It's just possible Bob the diver beat Jim and me to it by some 70 years.
StreetBeat appears Monday, Wednesday and Friday pwilson@thespec. com 905-526-3241