I bid farewell to Jimmy as we left Columbus Marina and we headed to the Stennis Lock and Dam which is located just beyond the Columbus Marina. We only had a short wait while the lockmaster filled the chamber for us. While we waited we watched a family of ducks play near a small river island.
A little farther down river we came to the Bevill Lock and Dam. Again we had only a short wait and the drop was 27 feet.
The Tombigbee River was full of sharp hairpin turns and it was necessary for the Army Corp of Engineers to make adjustments to the river when creating the Tenn-Tom. This was very evident when looking at the hard copy charts as well as the electronic chart plotter.
We meandered slowly the rest of the day and had the river totally to ourselves. However, along the shore I saw proof positive evidence that I am not the only person to have been driven crazy by the lack of cellular service along this river. I could not believe my eyes, but there it was, all by itself and complete with stairs leading up to it from the river…A TELEPHONE BOOTH. I wanted Mark to stop so that I could see if the phone worked but he said something about hearing banjo music and gunned the engine.
We did not see another vessel until we reached our anchorage at Cochrane Cut-off. As we entered the anchorage we found four other boats already anchored so we knew that we had the correct location. It proved once again to be a wonderful experience as we anchored out and enjoyed the dark evening sky.
Hours on the water: 6.5
Nautical miles traveled: 42
Number of locks: 2
Time spent waiting at locks: 20 minutes
Tomorrow's Destination: Demopolis, Alabama
What we're listening to: I am Charlotte Simmons by Tom Wolfe
What we watched: 0
Lesson for the day: Trick or Treat
Obligatory knitting report: Mittens for Wunder Kids
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Happy Halloween
Wishing you all a very Happy Halloween!! Right this minute, as I type, we are getting ready to leave the Columbus, Mississippi marina. The trip thus far has been a real treat but the trick has been in the communications arena. This is the first time since leaving Florence, Alabama that I have had an Internet connection. I have all the blog entries written and will upload them as soon as I can.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Day 41 - Tuesday October 30th Columbus, Mississippi
As much as I did not want to, we had to leave Aberdeen, Mississippi to head on down the river. So we were up and going back through the scary entrance/exit to the marina toward the Aberdeen Lock and Dam by 9:30a.
Now on our way to the Aberdeen Lock we came across another one of the oddities that we have only seen in the South: bridges that are only half-way removed and that still extend out over the water. Neither Mark nor I have ever seen anything like this before and we have seen three bridges like this since crossing the Mason-Dixon Line. Mark Lyons, I am going to pose this question to you since you are the only person that I know that spent their formative years in the South…Why don’t they remove the bridges all the way? Is there some reason for leaving the bridges half-built? This Yankee just does not understand…
We locked through the Aberdeen Lock with four other boats but as soon as the gates opened, the larger and faster boats left us in their wake. Soon we had the river all to ourselves for the remainder of the rather short trip of about 3 hours.
We had planned to get to the Columbus, Mississippi Marina early because they advertised a free wi-fi connection to the Internet and I was in serious Internet withdrawal mode since I had not been “connected” for the past week or more. The marina is very easy to enter and the most absolutely charming soul met us at the gas docks. I instantly fell in love with Jimmy. Jimmy is a Mr Do-it-all at the marina and was just as cute, jolly, and fun as could be. He started teasing me the minute he saw me and did not stop until our boat was out of shouting distance upon our departure the next morning. Later I was told that the only thing easier to pick than cotton in the South, is a Yankee.
The marina was full due to the fact that many of us pleasure boaters can not enter the Gulf until after November 1st due to insurance issues; so many boaters leave their boats here for several weeks prior to November. Upon arrival at the dock we filled up with fuel and then Mark had a true test of his docking skills. He had to parallel park the boat in a very tight slip with the owners of both other boats watching him. This is the first time that Mark has ever had to parallel park the boat. But he has had plenty of experience in the locks and he did an excellent job. He just slipped the boat in like he was parking a car – piece of cake, so he said. But seriously, he did a wonderful job.
As soon as we were docked and the electric lines were attached, I had my computer open and was on line. I was in heaven. I uploaded one blog entry and then we decided that we needed to go to the store and we wanted to see the town. Mark reserved the courtesy car for 4p and I turned off the computer. Now for the first time since we started our journey we encountered rudeness among our fellow boaters. When one borrows a courtesy car from a marina or person, one always returns it early so that others may have the car if they need it. We were not so lucky…Our turn was to be at 4p and the people ahead of us did not return the car until after 5:30p. In hindsight, what upset me the most was that I lost 1.5 hours of Internet service. To further foil my plans, a marina employee (not Jimmy) turned off the Internet connection at 5p when they went home for the day so when we returned from shopping, I HAD NO INTERNET connection. I was beside myself to the point where all I could do was laugh because it was just so stupid. Then to compound the problem, the marina does not open until 8a and we had to leave by 9:00a because they had a large boat coming in that needed our slip. Ahh, the joys of boating with a computer geek.
We did have several treats while in the Columbus area though. First, we had a little visitor join us on the boat while we were at the marina. This was very nice as I found non-boating homes for my two cats, Betsy and Bertha, prior to the trip. So to have a feline guest onboard for even a short time was very special indeed. Secondly, an Air Force base is located nearby. The jet pilots are trained here and we were treated to our very own air show. It was just a contradiction to be slowing riding on the river bayou and then hear and see the jets overhead as the only sign of civilization.
Hours on the water: 3.25
Nautical miles traveled: 22
Number of locks: 1
Time spent waiting at locks: 0
Tomorrow's Destination: Cochrane Cut-off Anchorage
What we're listening to: I am Charlotte Simmons by Tom Wolfe
What we watched: Cable TV
Lesson for the day: Not all boaters are polite
Obligatory knitting report: Mittens for Wunder Kids
Now on our way to the Aberdeen Lock we came across another one of the oddities that we have only seen in the South: bridges that are only half-way removed and that still extend out over the water. Neither Mark nor I have ever seen anything like this before and we have seen three bridges like this since crossing the Mason-Dixon Line. Mark Lyons, I am going to pose this question to you since you are the only person that I know that spent their formative years in the South…Why don’t they remove the bridges all the way? Is there some reason for leaving the bridges half-built? This Yankee just does not understand…
We locked through the Aberdeen Lock with four other boats but as soon as the gates opened, the larger and faster boats left us in their wake. Soon we had the river all to ourselves for the remainder of the rather short trip of about 3 hours.
We had planned to get to the Columbus, Mississippi Marina early because they advertised a free wi-fi connection to the Internet and I was in serious Internet withdrawal mode since I had not been “connected” for the past week or more. The marina is very easy to enter and the most absolutely charming soul met us at the gas docks. I instantly fell in love with Jimmy. Jimmy is a Mr Do-it-all at the marina and was just as cute, jolly, and fun as could be. He started teasing me the minute he saw me and did not stop until our boat was out of shouting distance upon our departure the next morning. Later I was told that the only thing easier to pick than cotton in the South, is a Yankee.
The marina was full due to the fact that many of us pleasure boaters can not enter the Gulf until after November 1st due to insurance issues; so many boaters leave their boats here for several weeks prior to November. Upon arrival at the dock we filled up with fuel and then Mark had a true test of his docking skills. He had to parallel park the boat in a very tight slip with the owners of both other boats watching him. This is the first time that Mark has ever had to parallel park the boat. But he has had plenty of experience in the locks and he did an excellent job. He just slipped the boat in like he was parking a car – piece of cake, so he said. But seriously, he did a wonderful job.
As soon as we were docked and the electric lines were attached, I had my computer open and was on line. I was in heaven. I uploaded one blog entry and then we decided that we needed to go to the store and we wanted to see the town. Mark reserved the courtesy car for 4p and I turned off the computer. Now for the first time since we started our journey we encountered rudeness among our fellow boaters. When one borrows a courtesy car from a marina or person, one always returns it early so that others may have the car if they need it. We were not so lucky…Our turn was to be at 4p and the people ahead of us did not return the car until after 5:30p. In hindsight, what upset me the most was that I lost 1.5 hours of Internet service. To further foil my plans, a marina employee (not Jimmy) turned off the Internet connection at 5p when they went home for the day so when we returned from shopping, I HAD NO INTERNET connection. I was beside myself to the point where all I could do was laugh because it was just so stupid. Then to compound the problem, the marina does not open until 8a and we had to leave by 9:00a because they had a large boat coming in that needed our slip. Ahh, the joys of boating with a computer geek.
We did have several treats while in the Columbus area though. First, we had a little visitor join us on the boat while we were at the marina. This was very nice as I found non-boating homes for my two cats, Betsy and Bertha, prior to the trip. So to have a feline guest onboard for even a short time was very special indeed. Secondly, an Air Force base is located nearby. The jet pilots are trained here and we were treated to our very own air show. It was just a contradiction to be slowing riding on the river bayou and then hear and see the jets overhead as the only sign of civilization.
Hours on the water: 3.25
Nautical miles traveled: 22
Number of locks: 1
Time spent waiting at locks: 0
Tomorrow's Destination: Cochrane Cut-off Anchorage
What we're listening to: I am Charlotte Simmons by Tom Wolfe
What we watched: Cable TV
Lesson for the day: Not all boaters are polite
Obligatory knitting report: Mittens for Wunder Kids
Monday, October 29, 2007
Days 39 & 40 – October 28 & 29 - Aberdeen, Mississippi
Even though Mark and I were asleep by 9p Saturday evening, we both slept until almost 10a Sunday morning. Talk about slugs…but after the day we had on Saturday, we deserved a good night's sleep and a little decadence. This marina has the best courtesy car thus far…it is not new like the mini-van at Grand Harbor, but it is a LINCOLN. It is a little older but it is still a LINCOLN Town Car. Only when my friend Maggie from Crown Point had a LINCOLN, that we all called The Pimpmobile, had I ever ridden in a LINCOLN Town Car before. Now here I am in the heart of Dixie and I am riding in a LINCOLN!!
We decided to take the LINCOLN in search of a Sunday brunch and to cruise the town of Aberdeen for old homes. We were not disappointed in the least on either account.
Not knowing where to eat, we just looked for a place with the most cars in the parking lot. Since it was “after church” time this proved to be an excellent way to find what was a terrific restaurant: Shelaine’s Motel and Restaurant. The minute we walked in, I knew that good old southern cooking was awaiting us and I was so right. I had the best Jello salad with cool whip that I have ever had in my life along with fried Okra and green beans with bacon that were to die for! We were limited on how many times we could go back for more, so I made a pig of myself the one and only time I went through the buffet line. Mark filled his plate with mashed potatoes, ham and home made cornbread.
After stuffing ourselves, we drove around town in our LINCOLN and found that the town does indeed have the most older homes that I have seen in one location. Aberdeen was founded in 1837 but quickly became an important economic center due to its proximity to the Tombigbee River. The rich prairie land was ideal for growing cotton and the river provided cheap and fast transport of the cotton to ports along the coast and the northeastern United States.
Many wealthy planters, lawyers, shop-keepers and country gentlemen maintained homes in Aberdeen and it quickly became the social hub and seat of culture for northern Mississippi. Examples of every period and style of southern architecture can be found in Aberdeen: Antebellum mansions, ornate Victorians, and 1920-1930 bungalows can be found next to each other and somehow it works beautifully. On Monday, we were able to tour two of the mansions as arranged by the Aberdeen Visitor’s bureau. We were treated to the most gracious and informative tours at Holliday Haven and Bella Vida. Both homes were filled with period antiques that only enhance the feeling of stepping back in time. The restorations and/or maintenance has been authentic and truly a labor of love by these owners. Both homes are private residences and have been featured in Southern Living magazine and on HG TV. Each year in April, Aberdeen hosts Southern Heritage Pilgrimage when nine homes are open for touring and the town celebrates its southern heritage and culture. If there is any way to ever make this event, I would recommend it whole heartedly. This town has captured my heart for sure.
Hours on the water: 0
Nautical miles traveled: 0
Number of locks: 0
Time spent waiting at locks: 0
Tomorrow's Destination: Columbus, Mississippi
What we're listening to: I am Charlotte Simmons by Tom Wolfe
What we watched: Shut and Sing by the Dixie Chicks = Excellent
Lesson for the day: Aberdeen is truly a jewel and a wonderfully well kept secret
Obligatory knitting report: Mittens for Wunder Kids
We decided to take the LINCOLN in search of a Sunday brunch and to cruise the town of Aberdeen for old homes. We were not disappointed in the least on either account.
Not knowing where to eat, we just looked for a place with the most cars in the parking lot. Since it was “after church” time this proved to be an excellent way to find what was a terrific restaurant: Shelaine’s Motel and Restaurant. The minute we walked in, I knew that good old southern cooking was awaiting us and I was so right. I had the best Jello salad with cool whip that I have ever had in my life along with fried Okra and green beans with bacon that were to die for! We were limited on how many times we could go back for more, so I made a pig of myself the one and only time I went through the buffet line. Mark filled his plate with mashed potatoes, ham and home made cornbread.
After stuffing ourselves, we drove around town in our LINCOLN and found that the town does indeed have the most older homes that I have seen in one location. Aberdeen was founded in 1837 but quickly became an important economic center due to its proximity to the Tombigbee River. The rich prairie land was ideal for growing cotton and the river provided cheap and fast transport of the cotton to ports along the coast and the northeastern United States.
Many wealthy planters, lawyers, shop-keepers and country gentlemen maintained homes in Aberdeen and it quickly became the social hub and seat of culture for northern Mississippi. Examples of every period and style of southern architecture can be found in Aberdeen: Antebellum mansions, ornate Victorians, and 1920-1930 bungalows can be found next to each other and somehow it works beautifully. On Monday, we were able to tour two of the mansions as arranged by the Aberdeen Visitor’s bureau. We were treated to the most gracious and informative tours at Holliday Haven and Bella Vida. Both homes were filled with period antiques that only enhance the feeling of stepping back in time. The restorations and/or maintenance has been authentic and truly a labor of love by these owners. Both homes are private residences and have been featured in Southern Living magazine and on HG TV. Each year in April, Aberdeen hosts Southern Heritage Pilgrimage when nine homes are open for touring and the town celebrates its southern heritage and culture. If there is any way to ever make this event, I would recommend it whole heartedly. This town has captured my heart for sure.
Hours on the water: 0
Nautical miles traveled: 0
Number of locks: 0
Time spent waiting at locks: 0
Tomorrow's Destination: Columbus, Mississippi
What we're listening to: I am Charlotte Simmons by Tom Wolfe
What we watched: Shut and Sing by the Dixie Chicks = Excellent
Lesson for the day: Aberdeen is truly a jewel and a wonderfully well kept secret
Obligatory knitting report: Mittens for Wunder Kids
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Day 38 – October 27 - Peer Pressure
Remember how when we were kids (and then as parents) we would be asked “if all of your friends jumped off a bridge, does that mean that you have to also?” I always answered “Of course not. I would show some common sense and good judgment. I would never do anything so foolish as to follow peer pressure into harm’s way”. Or so I thought…
I had not slept well the night before and when Mark woke me up at 7a by saying that we HAD to go RIGHT NOW, I was too much in a morning stupor and shock to say anything but okay…I was up and Mark had me hauling up the anchor (with my trusty windlass) before I was even able to brush my teeth. Composing myself and with clean teeth, I asked him why in the world are we leaving so early and did he by chance happen to see the fog covering the river? He said that two boats had hailed the lockmaster and that they were leaving, so we should leave also. I countered by mentioning the fog and saying that just because everyone else was leaving that does not mean that we could not go back to sleep and leave in an hour or so when the fog lifted. However, Mark felt that we needed to leave now or we would not be able to make it through all of the six locks and reach Aberdeen by dark. “OKAY – WHATEVER, CAPTAIN MARK” I mumbled as I put on my life jacket and winter gloves to prepare the lines and fenders for the first lock.
Unlike the locks on the Tennessee River that rose, the locks on the Tenn-Tom will bring us gradually back to sea level. The first lock, the Whitten Lock, has the largest drop of 84 feet. There were three boats in the lock and the descent was rather quick. However, I do not think any of us were prepared for what we found when the lock doors opened…a solid blanket of pure white fog so thick that we could not see the river’s edge. I looked at Mark ready with a sharp “I told you so” but the look on his face made me realize that he knew exactly how bad the situation was and that the last thing he needed at that moment was me reminding him of that fact. The only thing that we could do was to go forward and trust our electronics. The chart-plotter, depth finder and GPS are always on but we do not usually use the radar on the rivers, but Mark turned the radar on immediately. We were the middle boat and we made our way at 3 knots onward to the next lock which was approximately five miles away. We have three different types of electronics charts and GPS systems on the boat in addition to the hard copy manual charts. Mark had two of the three electronic systems running simultaneously and still at one point somehow we got turned around 180 degrees and then 90 degrees sideways, heading out of the channel into a swamp. Luckily Mark acted quickly and got us back on course. At this point, I was so scared that I was nearly in tears…I thought the best thing that I could do for Mark to be helpful at this point was to put my earphones on, stand watch on the bow of the boat and relay any information that I could to Mark until we got to a clear area. This proved to be good move for us both. Mark certainly did not need me hovering over him watching the electronic charts and I needed something constructive to do so that I did not start crying. It took us almost two hours but all three boats made it to the second lock, Montgomery Lock. Before entering this lock, I hailed the lockmaster to ask how the visibility was downstream. He radioed back that all was clear as far as he could see and you could hear a collectively sigh of relief from the crew on all three boats. Mark and I had decided that if there was no visibility that we would anchor above Montgomery Lock until the fog lifted but with this good news, we decided to go forward with the other two boats.
It was now about 10:30a and the day was turning sunny and rather warm. After the previous six days of rain and certainly after the previous three hours, the sunshine was the most wonderful sight and feeling to behold.
As the day progressed, so did our spirits lift. Besides the sunshine and warmth, the way the lockmasters handle pleasure craft on the Tenn-Tom is fantastic. If there are no commercial vessels in the area each lockmaster will telephone the next lockmaster in line to let him know when to expect us. So when we arrive, the lock is ready and waiting for us and all we have to do to enter and get ourselves secure. This is exactly what happened for us and the five remaining locks were a breeze. We just slipped in and slipped out and made wonderful time.
Our destination was the Aberdeen, Mississippi marina. At the rendezvous we had been told that if we had any extra time that we should make a point of stopping in Aberdeen. Being a sucker for history and having totally fallen in love with the South, I wanted to see the old southern homes and magnolia lined streets. At this point Mark would agree to any request that I had and he too wanted to unwind and relax for a day or so.
Just when we thought our perils were over, we saw the entrance to the Aberdeen Marina…from the river, it looked like we were heading into the deepest darkest Bayou and that we would start hearing banjo music at any minute. The marina channel entrance is well marked but the water is much shallower than we are use to. I hailed the marina and they said just stay in the middle of the channel and we would be fine. They were right and I must say that the marina was well worth the anxiety of its entrance. The people could not be nicer or friendlier. There were boats in this marina up to 100 feet in length, so what was I worried about...? We found our spot on the wall, tied up and had some major liquid refreshment to toast the successful conclusion of our scariest day yet on the water. I made a toast to Captain Mark for his excellent handling of the boat in difficult conditions.
Hours on the water: 9
Nautical miles traveled: 49
Number of locks: 6
Time spent waiting at locks: 0
Tomorrow's Destination: Aberdeen, Mississippi
What we're listening to: I am Charlotte Simmons by Tom Wolfe
What we watched: 0
Lesson for the day: It is not wise to follow the crowd
Obligatory knitting report: Mittens for Wunder Kids
I had not slept well the night before and when Mark woke me up at 7a by saying that we HAD to go RIGHT NOW, I was too much in a morning stupor and shock to say anything but okay…I was up and Mark had me hauling up the anchor (with my trusty windlass) before I was even able to brush my teeth. Composing myself and with clean teeth, I asked him why in the world are we leaving so early and did he by chance happen to see the fog covering the river? He said that two boats had hailed the lockmaster and that they were leaving, so we should leave also. I countered by mentioning the fog and saying that just because everyone else was leaving that does not mean that we could not go back to sleep and leave in an hour or so when the fog lifted. However, Mark felt that we needed to leave now or we would not be able to make it through all of the six locks and reach Aberdeen by dark. “OKAY – WHATEVER, CAPTAIN MARK” I mumbled as I put on my life jacket and winter gloves to prepare the lines and fenders for the first lock.
Unlike the locks on the Tennessee River that rose, the locks on the Tenn-Tom will bring us gradually back to sea level. The first lock, the Whitten Lock, has the largest drop of 84 feet. There were three boats in the lock and the descent was rather quick. However, I do not think any of us were prepared for what we found when the lock doors opened…a solid blanket of pure white fog so thick that we could not see the river’s edge. I looked at Mark ready with a sharp “I told you so” but the look on his face made me realize that he knew exactly how bad the situation was and that the last thing he needed at that moment was me reminding him of that fact. The only thing that we could do was to go forward and trust our electronics. The chart-plotter, depth finder and GPS are always on but we do not usually use the radar on the rivers, but Mark turned the radar on immediately. We were the middle boat and we made our way at 3 knots onward to the next lock which was approximately five miles away. We have three different types of electronics charts and GPS systems on the boat in addition to the hard copy manual charts. Mark had two of the three electronic systems running simultaneously and still at one point somehow we got turned around 180 degrees and then 90 degrees sideways, heading out of the channel into a swamp. Luckily Mark acted quickly and got us back on course. At this point, I was so scared that I was nearly in tears…I thought the best thing that I could do for Mark to be helpful at this point was to put my earphones on, stand watch on the bow of the boat and relay any information that I could to Mark until we got to a clear area. This proved to be good move for us both. Mark certainly did not need me hovering over him watching the electronic charts and I needed something constructive to do so that I did not start crying. It took us almost two hours but all three boats made it to the second lock, Montgomery Lock. Before entering this lock, I hailed the lockmaster to ask how the visibility was downstream. He radioed back that all was clear as far as he could see and you could hear a collectively sigh of relief from the crew on all three boats. Mark and I had decided that if there was no visibility that we would anchor above Montgomery Lock until the fog lifted but with this good news, we decided to go forward with the other two boats.
It was now about 10:30a and the day was turning sunny and rather warm. After the previous six days of rain and certainly after the previous three hours, the sunshine was the most wonderful sight and feeling to behold.
As the day progressed, so did our spirits lift. Besides the sunshine and warmth, the way the lockmasters handle pleasure craft on the Tenn-Tom is fantastic. If there are no commercial vessels in the area each lockmaster will telephone the next lockmaster in line to let him know when to expect us. So when we arrive, the lock is ready and waiting for us and all we have to do to enter and get ourselves secure. This is exactly what happened for us and the five remaining locks were a breeze. We just slipped in and slipped out and made wonderful time.
Our destination was the Aberdeen, Mississippi marina. At the rendezvous we had been told that if we had any extra time that we should make a point of stopping in Aberdeen. Being a sucker for history and having totally fallen in love with the South, I wanted to see the old southern homes and magnolia lined streets. At this point Mark would agree to any request that I had and he too wanted to unwind and relax for a day or so.
Just when we thought our perils were over, we saw the entrance to the Aberdeen Marina…from the river, it looked like we were heading into the deepest darkest Bayou and that we would start hearing banjo music at any minute. The marina channel entrance is well marked but the water is much shallower than we are use to. I hailed the marina and they said just stay in the middle of the channel and we would be fine. They were right and I must say that the marina was well worth the anxiety of its entrance. The people could not be nicer or friendlier. There were boats in this marina up to 100 feet in length, so what was I worried about...? We found our spot on the wall, tied up and had some major liquid refreshment to toast the successful conclusion of our scariest day yet on the water. I made a toast to Captain Mark for his excellent handling of the boat in difficult conditions.
Hours on the water: 9
Nautical miles traveled: 49
Number of locks: 6
Time spent waiting at locks: 0
Tomorrow's Destination: Aberdeen, Mississippi
What we're listening to: I am Charlotte Simmons by Tom Wolfe
What we watched: 0
Lesson for the day: It is not wise to follow the crowd
Obligatory knitting report: Mittens for Wunder Kids
Friday, October 26, 2007
Day 37 – October 26 Tenn-Tom Anchorage
It was still overcast and rather chilly (like 40 degrees) when we left Grand Harbor Marina Friday morning. The weather was predicted to clear up and warm up, so we felt confident heading out and that we would be able to find an anchorage down river that evening. We passed into the state of Mississippi rather soon after leaving the marina and into the man-made canal that connects the two rivers.
A little history on the Tenn-Tom Waterway. Started in 1971 and completed in 1985, the Tenn-Tom Waterway connects the Tennessee and Tombigbee Rivers. More dirt was moved to build the Tenn-Tom than was moved to build the Panama Canal and the total cost was two billion dollars. The Tenn-Tom is officially only the 234 miles between the Tennessee River and Demopolis, Alabama. The 217 miles between Demopolis and Mobile, Alabama is the Black Warrior-Tombigbee Waterway. There are 12 locks and during our second day’s travel, we will go through 6 of them in one day.
As we traveled south on the Waterway we passed through the man-made canal that is very much like the Ship and Sanitary Canal in Chicago. It is about as wide and about as deep. The Army Corp of Engineers left the shore and surrounding area for Mother Nature to replenish after the construction was complete, meaning that the trees and vegetation that we saw came about naturally since 1985. The area was cleared and the trees were cut down but many stumps and half buried forests remain outside the channel area. Only one town was sacrificed and it was the town of Holcut. A memorial marker notes the location at river’s edge.
We had no difficulty finding an excellent anchorage for the evening. Another boat was already in the cove so we settled in securely on the opposite side. This location was about a half-mile north of the Whitten Lock and Dam which would be the first of the six locks we would encounter tomorrow. Mark grilled steak, salmon, corn on the cob and baked potatoes for dinner. I have been unable to get an Internet signal since leaving Florence so I put the day’s blog entry in a safe place for when we have a signal and we went to sleep early. I was unable to sleep so I got up and noticed that the clouds were all gone and that the most beautiful moon was filling the sky. I spent some time enjoying the full moon and went back to sleep comforted by the moon beams.
Hours on the water: 4.5
Nautical miles traveled: 43
Number of locks: 0
Time spent waiting at locks: 0
Tomorrow's Destination: Aberdeen, Mississippi
What we're listening to: I am Charlotte Simmons by Tom Wolfe
What we watched: 0
Lesson for the day: Moon beams bring wonderful thoughts
Obligatory knitting report: Mittens for Wunder Kids
A little history on the Tenn-Tom Waterway. Started in 1971 and completed in 1985, the Tenn-Tom Waterway connects the Tennessee and Tombigbee Rivers. More dirt was moved to build the Tenn-Tom than was moved to build the Panama Canal and the total cost was two billion dollars. The Tenn-Tom is officially only the 234 miles between the Tennessee River and Demopolis, Alabama. The 217 miles between Demopolis and Mobile, Alabama is the Black Warrior-Tombigbee Waterway. There are 12 locks and during our second day’s travel, we will go through 6 of them in one day.
As we traveled south on the Waterway we passed through the man-made canal that is very much like the Ship and Sanitary Canal in Chicago. It is about as wide and about as deep. The Army Corp of Engineers left the shore and surrounding area for Mother Nature to replenish after the construction was complete, meaning that the trees and vegetation that we saw came about naturally since 1985. The area was cleared and the trees were cut down but many stumps and half buried forests remain outside the channel area. Only one town was sacrificed and it was the town of Holcut. A memorial marker notes the location at river’s edge.
We had no difficulty finding an excellent anchorage for the evening. Another boat was already in the cove so we settled in securely on the opposite side. This location was about a half-mile north of the Whitten Lock and Dam which would be the first of the six locks we would encounter tomorrow. Mark grilled steak, salmon, corn on the cob and baked potatoes for dinner. I have been unable to get an Internet signal since leaving Florence so I put the day’s blog entry in a safe place for when we have a signal and we went to sleep early. I was unable to sleep so I got up and noticed that the clouds were all gone and that the most beautiful moon was filling the sky. I spent some time enjoying the full moon and went back to sleep comforted by the moon beams.
Hours on the water: 4.5
Nautical miles traveled: 43
Number of locks: 0
Time spent waiting at locks: 0
Tomorrow's Destination: Aberdeen, Mississippi
What we're listening to: I am Charlotte Simmons by Tom Wolfe
What we watched: 0
Lesson for the day: Moon beams bring wonderful thoughts
Obligatory knitting report: Mittens for Wunder Kids
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Days 35 & 36 October 24 & 25 Grand Harbor Marina
We left Florence under cold and wet weather conditions. It wasn’t really raining but it was more than misting making for a dreary day all around. When we left there was no fog on the river but as we traveled further along the fog started to roll in.
We had planned to anchor out in a cove across from Grand Harbor Marina but as the fog let up the wind started to kick. The weather channel was predicting wind gusts of up to 50 mph so we thought it would be best if we just stayed at Grand Harbor. As it turned out, this was a very wise choice for several reasons. The weather just got nastier after we docked and this marina is wonderful. The staff is extremely helpful and the facilities are immaculate. The shower had plenty of hot water, so I was in heaven. The courtesy car that was provided was not a beater but a brand new mini van. While I am eternally grateful for each and every courtesy car that is provided for us at marinas, I must say that that common denominator seems to be the “Check Engine” light that always seems to be on in the courtesy vehicles.
Now the coolest thing about this marina is that it has a Spa – can you believe that? I was blown away…Since I have spent all of my discretionary income to fund this trip, I had no money left for Botox or any of the other Spa services that were available to me if I was not so poor. I have been told that being a Sea Hag is not the worst thing that could happen to me…Since I was play pouting about not being able to indulge myself with $1000 a day pampering at the Spa, Captain Mark suggested that we have a nice dinner out while in Pickwick, USA, as the area is known. This seemed like a wonderful idea and I stopped pouting immediately. The place that was very highly recommended was Freddy T’s.
When we pulled up and I saw the major stretch limo and pirate motif, I was not too sure that we had the correct place, but sure enough, we did. We were the first patrons in the restaurant when it opened at 5p and I still was not sure about this place…but within three minutes of being there, I fell in love with the place. The wait staff was delightful and just as cute as could be. I asked about the Riesling wines, so the bartender brought me samples of each so that I could make my decision. Of course this was very wise of him because I then HAD to purchase a bottle because it was so good and he was so nice. The food proved to be as good as the service and surroundings. Mark had a steak and I had chicken marsala and both were excellent. Dinner was over and we were back at the boat by 7p and asleep by 8:30p. This is now our MO – it seems weird to stay up later than 9p now.
The next day was equally as cold, windy and rainy so we decided to stay another day. On this day we again borrowed the courtesy van and toured the area. The marina is actually in the state of Tennessee located at the convergence of the Tennessee River and Yellow Creek which is connected to the Tombigbee River via the Tenn-Tom Waterway. We drove over to Ikua, Mississippi and then back to Pickwick, USA.
What I found to be most interesting was how much this particular area looks like southern Indiana. It is rolling and hilly with many of the same trees and shrubs. Once again we were asleep early so that we could leave as soon as the river mist lifted in the morning.
Hours on the water: 5
Nautical miles traveled: 37
Number of locks: 0
Time spent waiting at locks: 0
Tomorrow's Destination: Anchorage somewhere on the Tenn-Tom
What we're listening to: I am Charlotte Simmons by Tom Wolfe
What we watched: Captain Ron = Excellent = Our favorite boating movie
Lesson for the day: There are some things that are better than Botox
Obligatory knitting report: Mittens for Wunder Kids
We had planned to anchor out in a cove across from Grand Harbor Marina but as the fog let up the wind started to kick. The weather channel was predicting wind gusts of up to 50 mph so we thought it would be best if we just stayed at Grand Harbor. As it turned out, this was a very wise choice for several reasons. The weather just got nastier after we docked and this marina is wonderful. The staff is extremely helpful and the facilities are immaculate. The shower had plenty of hot water, so I was in heaven. The courtesy car that was provided was not a beater but a brand new mini van. While I am eternally grateful for each and every courtesy car that is provided for us at marinas, I must say that that common denominator seems to be the “Check Engine” light that always seems to be on in the courtesy vehicles.
Now the coolest thing about this marina is that it has a Spa – can you believe that? I was blown away…Since I have spent all of my discretionary income to fund this trip, I had no money left for Botox or any of the other Spa services that were available to me if I was not so poor. I have been told that being a Sea Hag is not the worst thing that could happen to me…Since I was play pouting about not being able to indulge myself with $1000 a day pampering at the Spa, Captain Mark suggested that we have a nice dinner out while in Pickwick, USA, as the area is known. This seemed like a wonderful idea and I stopped pouting immediately. The place that was very highly recommended was Freddy T’s.
When we pulled up and I saw the major stretch limo and pirate motif, I was not too sure that we had the correct place, but sure enough, we did. We were the first patrons in the restaurant when it opened at 5p and I still was not sure about this place…but within three minutes of being there, I fell in love with the place. The wait staff was delightful and just as cute as could be. I asked about the Riesling wines, so the bartender brought me samples of each so that I could make my decision. Of course this was very wise of him because I then HAD to purchase a bottle because it was so good and he was so nice. The food proved to be as good as the service and surroundings. Mark had a steak and I had chicken marsala and both were excellent. Dinner was over and we were back at the boat by 7p and asleep by 8:30p. This is now our MO – it seems weird to stay up later than 9p now.
The next day was equally as cold, windy and rainy so we decided to stay another day. On this day we again borrowed the courtesy van and toured the area. The marina is actually in the state of Tennessee located at the convergence of the Tennessee River and Yellow Creek which is connected to the Tombigbee River via the Tenn-Tom Waterway. We drove over to Ikua, Mississippi and then back to Pickwick, USA.
What I found to be most interesting was how much this particular area looks like southern Indiana. It is rolling and hilly with many of the same trees and shrubs. Once again we were asleep early so that we could leave as soon as the river mist lifted in the morning.
Hours on the water: 5
Nautical miles traveled: 37
Number of locks: 0
Time spent waiting at locks: 0
Tomorrow's Destination: Anchorage somewhere on the Tenn-Tom
What we're listening to: I am Charlotte Simmons by Tom Wolfe
What we watched: Captain Ron = Excellent = Our favorite boating movie
Lesson for the day: There are some things that are better than Botox
Obligatory knitting report: Mittens for Wunder Kids
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Days 32 – 34 October 21 – 23 Florence Alabama
Quite a few of the Loopers are going to continue up the Tennessee River to Chattanooga and Knoxville and we really seriously thought about joining them. However the dreaded “S” word (Schedule) will be preventing us from taking that side trip at this time. We have heard so many wonderful comments and recommendations about traveling on the Tennessee River up into the eastern part of the Tennessee that we are going to make it a definite trip, but unfortunately not at this time. Captain Mark calculated that it would take us ten to fourteen days to travel to Knoxville and back. That would be okay if we wanted to leave the boat in Tennessee when we return to Indiana for the holidays but we really do need to get the boat to the Mobile area before heading back to Indiana. Our concern is that the weather might be just a little too cold in the Tennessee Valley during January to travel comfortably, so since life is a compromise, we decided that we would explore the Tennessee River at another time.
So we slept in a little bit and had breakfast at the Joe Wheeler Lodge before leaving the park amide hugs and waves goodbye to all of our newly formed Looper friends. Our destination today is a short hop and skip down river to Florence, Alabama but we had two locks to get through so we were not sure how long it would take. Again I am sure that I am going to jinx us, but we have had the best luck in locking though locks on this trip. At the first lock, Wheeler Lock, we had to wait about 15 minutes and at the second one, Wilson Lock, we slide right in with no wait.
The town of Florence Alabama is just west of the Wilson Lock on the Tennessee River. A cold front was scheduled to come through the area and severe thunderstorms were predicted for the next three to four days. We had heard very nice things about the Florence Marina and the city of Florence so we thought this would be a nice place to hang out for a while. We arrived at the marina about 2p on Sunday, checked in and immediately borrowed the courtesy car. I had heard rumors that Florence was home to a Target Store so when Mark asked where we should go, I immediately said Target. He asked what we needed at Target and I said I wasn’t sure but I would know when we got there. I really just wanted to stand in a Target and savor the moment. I had not been inside a Target since leaving Chicago and there was something extremely comforting about just seeing that red bulls eye logo. Of course, what we found was that M&Ms were on sale for $2 a bag and we needed to seriously replenish our M&M supply so the trip to Target was well worth the time spent.
Box wine was also on sale. Miss Terry, who is the person responsible for introducing me to alcohol back in 1966, is now trying to convert and corrupt me into drinking wine from a box. While I am very skeptical, I decided to try some Pinot and I must admit it was not so bad…Of course storing wine in a box is much easier on the boat than storing wine in bottles so I may just have to keep trying this wine in a box thing. Miss Terry also recommends storing box wine up-side-down so that it does not become "fountain wine".
True to the prediction, it rained rather hard all day Monday and most of Tuesday. Mark read and I spent the time getting the blog current and attending to finances. On Tuesday we again borrowed the courtesy van and checked out historic Florence. It is a town deep in southern culture and heritage and the home of the University of Northern Alabama.
Florence is the home of WC Handy, “Father of the Blues”, made famous to our generation by the Marc Cohn song Walking in Memphis. Dred Scott also once resided in Florence, where as a slave, he worked as a hostler at the Peter Blow Inn on Tennessee street. A plaque at the former site commemorates his time there. TS Stribling, Pulitzer Prize winning author and Florence resident, wrote a trilogy about the city consisting of The Forge, The Store and Unfinished Cathedral.
We ate dinner on the boat each evening, watched one of our favorite movies and just kicked back, relaxed and enjoyed the rain.
Hours on the water: 4 hours
Nautical miles traveled: 18
Number of locks: 2
Time spent waiting at locks: 15 minutes
Tomorrow's Destination: Grand Harbor Marina in Pickwick, Tennessee
What we're listening to: I am Charlotte Simmons by Tom Wolfe
What we watched: Mystic Pizza = Excellent
Lesson for the day: It is very comforting to be in a harbor during bad weather
Obligatory knitting report: Mittens for the Wunder Kids
So we slept in a little bit and had breakfast at the Joe Wheeler Lodge before leaving the park amide hugs and waves goodbye to all of our newly formed Looper friends. Our destination today is a short hop and skip down river to Florence, Alabama but we had two locks to get through so we were not sure how long it would take. Again I am sure that I am going to jinx us, but we have had the best luck in locking though locks on this trip. At the first lock, Wheeler Lock, we had to wait about 15 minutes and at the second one, Wilson Lock, we slide right in with no wait.
The town of Florence Alabama is just west of the Wilson Lock on the Tennessee River. A cold front was scheduled to come through the area and severe thunderstorms were predicted for the next three to four days. We had heard very nice things about the Florence Marina and the city of Florence so we thought this would be a nice place to hang out for a while. We arrived at the marina about 2p on Sunday, checked in and immediately borrowed the courtesy car. I had heard rumors that Florence was home to a Target Store so when Mark asked where we should go, I immediately said Target. He asked what we needed at Target and I said I wasn’t sure but I would know when we got there. I really just wanted to stand in a Target and savor the moment. I had not been inside a Target since leaving Chicago and there was something extremely comforting about just seeing that red bulls eye logo. Of course, what we found was that M&Ms were on sale for $2 a bag and we needed to seriously replenish our M&M supply so the trip to Target was well worth the time spent.
Box wine was also on sale. Miss Terry, who is the person responsible for introducing me to alcohol back in 1966, is now trying to convert and corrupt me into drinking wine from a box. While I am very skeptical, I decided to try some Pinot and I must admit it was not so bad…Of course storing wine in a box is much easier on the boat than storing wine in bottles so I may just have to keep trying this wine in a box thing. Miss Terry also recommends storing box wine up-side-down so that it does not become "fountain wine".
True to the prediction, it rained rather hard all day Monday and most of Tuesday. Mark read and I spent the time getting the blog current and attending to finances. On Tuesday we again borrowed the courtesy van and checked out historic Florence. It is a town deep in southern culture and heritage and the home of the University of Northern Alabama.
Florence is the home of WC Handy, “Father of the Blues”, made famous to our generation by the Marc Cohn song Walking in Memphis. Dred Scott also once resided in Florence, where as a slave, he worked as a hostler at the Peter Blow Inn on Tennessee street. A plaque at the former site commemorates his time there. TS Stribling, Pulitzer Prize winning author and Florence resident, wrote a trilogy about the city consisting of The Forge, The Store and Unfinished Cathedral.
We ate dinner on the boat each evening, watched one of our favorite movies and just kicked back, relaxed and enjoyed the rain.
Hours on the water: 4 hours
Nautical miles traveled: 18
Number of locks: 2
Time spent waiting at locks: 15 minutes
Tomorrow's Destination: Grand Harbor Marina in Pickwick, Tennessee
What we're listening to: I am Charlotte Simmons by Tom Wolfe
What we watched: Mystic Pizza = Excellent
Lesson for the day: It is very comforting to be in a harbor during bad weather
Obligatory knitting report: Mittens for the Wunder Kids
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Days 26 – 31 October 15 – 20 Great Looper’s Rendezvous
We awoke Monday morning at Wilson Lake with only a short distance to travel to reach Joe Wheeler State Park near Rogersville, Alabama.
Our anchorage was so lovely that I really did not want to leave but the rendezvous awaits… We traveled the several miles across Wilson Lake to Wheeler Lock and Dam. Again we were very fortunate in that we did not have any wait at the lock. This rise in this lock is not as high as Wilson Lock and Dam in that it was only 43 feet but it went rather quickly. There is something truly spectacular and somewhat magical about being in a lock that rises. It is like being a large box where you start at the bottom with wet slimy concrete walls all around and above you with churning water underneath you.
You slowly rise to the top, then the doors open and this wonderful lake unfolds in front of you. It is like being transported into another place – which I guess is really what is happening…
The Tennessee River is rather wide at this point. The Wheeler Park is located at First Creek just beyond the lock about 3 miles. The park follows the river for several miles so the area is undeveloped and absolutely gorgeous.
We are the last boat to arrive at the marina when we got there about 1p on Monday afternoon. The rendezvous officially started Monday evening at 6p but it seems that everyone else arrived a few days early to enjoy the park. We found our slip assignment and were met by several Loopers who greeted us warmly and caught our lines. We had just enough time to take quick showers, check in at the marina and get our registration packet before the evening’s festivities were to begin.
America’s Great Loop Cruising Association is the sponsoring organization of this rendezvous. The one thing that you consistently hear people talk about when they “do the Loop” is the people that they meet along the way, primarily fellow Loopers. This became very evident to us the minute that we hit the docks. While everyone is basically taking the same trip, we each have a different agenda, outlook and take on the same experiences. People are very willing to share their opinions (helpful and not so helpful), their mistakes, accomplishments and their encounters along the way. At dinner on Monday evening, certificates were presented to the Loopers who had completed the Loop during the last year. Each couple told a short recap of their trip and it was interesting to see all the different ways that we approach the same route. Some people completed the trip in less than a year and there are some (like Mark and I) who are taking several years to complete the Loop. People can start at any point in the Loop and travel either clockwise or counter clockwise depending on their whims. The common thread is the camaraderie and genuine friendship that seems to spread like wildfire through this group of people. Truly there were no strangers in this room after the first session.
Our days were filled with extremely informative class sessions related to the areas in which we will be traveling in the next few months; the Tenn-Tom, crossing the Gulf, Florida Keyes, the Bahamas, Georgia and the Carolinas. The speakers were well informed and quite entertaining. We throughly enjoyed Claiborne Young's discussion and Mark promptly purchased his crusing guides. All of our meals were provided and each evening a cocktail hour was held prior to dinner where we could further mingle and schmooze. Mark and I met several couples that I am sure we will keep in contact with and encounter as we travel.
On Tuesday and Wednesday, we had boat crawls where we could all see each other’s boats. It was very interesting to see how others travel.
The Lolligag was the second smallest boat in attendance and was by far the most spartan (my motto of less is more was very apparent). Most of the boats were 50-60 feet in length with Mainship being the brand most represented of the boats present, followed by Kady Krogans and DeFevers. We were the only Nordic Tug so lots of people wanted to see our boat. About half of the attendees live on their boats full time with no land home. It was fascinating to see how these boats are equipped and how these folks adapted to living on the water. Hands down, they said that they did not miss their former homes and that they have no difficulty staying in touch with family and/or in dealing with life issues like finances and current events. Most boats have a TV satellite dish with multiple television sets aboard. We (once again) were the exception in that we do not have a dish and we only watch movies on our TV unless we are at a marina that has cable. I did cave in and agree to purchase a cable cord for the times when we can access cable. I do think Mark was having serious boob tube withdrawal and he seems to perk up when he is able to watch yet another re-run of America’s Funniest Videos.
Since we arrived later than most, we decided to stay a couple of extra days to explore the park and the surrounding area.
On Friday, we hiked the trails in the park and then on Saturday we rode our bikes into Rogersville. The bike ride was only about five miles each way but it was uphill in both directions and it was really really hot. Neither of us has seriously ridden our bikes in almost a month so we totally crashed when we got back. Needless to say we slept well that evening.
There will be informal rendezvous at Marsh Harbor in the Bahamas in the spring and the next official rendezvous will be in Charleston in April. We are certainly planning to join the group at Marsh Harbor and will probably attend the spring rendezvous as well.
Hours on the water: 2
Nautical miles traveled: 10
Number of locks: 1
Time spent waiting at locks: 0
Tomorrow's Destination: None
What we're listening to: I am Charlotte Simmons by Tom Wolfe
What we watched: 0
Lesson for the day: Less is still more
Obligatory knitting report: I did not knit once during the time at the rendezvous
Our anchorage was so lovely that I really did not want to leave but the rendezvous awaits… We traveled the several miles across Wilson Lake to Wheeler Lock and Dam. Again we were very fortunate in that we did not have any wait at the lock. This rise in this lock is not as high as Wilson Lock and Dam in that it was only 43 feet but it went rather quickly. There is something truly spectacular and somewhat magical about being in a lock that rises. It is like being a large box where you start at the bottom with wet slimy concrete walls all around and above you with churning water underneath you.
You slowly rise to the top, then the doors open and this wonderful lake unfolds in front of you. It is like being transported into another place – which I guess is really what is happening…
The Tennessee River is rather wide at this point. The Wheeler Park is located at First Creek just beyond the lock about 3 miles. The park follows the river for several miles so the area is undeveloped and absolutely gorgeous.
We are the last boat to arrive at the marina when we got there about 1p on Monday afternoon. The rendezvous officially started Monday evening at 6p but it seems that everyone else arrived a few days early to enjoy the park. We found our slip assignment and were met by several Loopers who greeted us warmly and caught our lines. We had just enough time to take quick showers, check in at the marina and get our registration packet before the evening’s festivities were to begin.
America’s Great Loop Cruising Association is the sponsoring organization of this rendezvous. The one thing that you consistently hear people talk about when they “do the Loop” is the people that they meet along the way, primarily fellow Loopers. This became very evident to us the minute that we hit the docks. While everyone is basically taking the same trip, we each have a different agenda, outlook and take on the same experiences. People are very willing to share their opinions (helpful and not so helpful), their mistakes, accomplishments and their encounters along the way. At dinner on Monday evening, certificates were presented to the Loopers who had completed the Loop during the last year. Each couple told a short recap of their trip and it was interesting to see all the different ways that we approach the same route. Some people completed the trip in less than a year and there are some (like Mark and I) who are taking several years to complete the Loop. People can start at any point in the Loop and travel either clockwise or counter clockwise depending on their whims. The common thread is the camaraderie and genuine friendship that seems to spread like wildfire through this group of people. Truly there were no strangers in this room after the first session.
Our days were filled with extremely informative class sessions related to the areas in which we will be traveling in the next few months; the Tenn-Tom, crossing the Gulf, Florida Keyes, the Bahamas, Georgia and the Carolinas. The speakers were well informed and quite entertaining. We throughly enjoyed Claiborne Young's discussion and Mark promptly purchased his crusing guides. All of our meals were provided and each evening a cocktail hour was held prior to dinner where we could further mingle and schmooze. Mark and I met several couples that I am sure we will keep in contact with and encounter as we travel.
On Tuesday and Wednesday, we had boat crawls where we could all see each other’s boats. It was very interesting to see how others travel.
The Lolligag was the second smallest boat in attendance and was by far the most spartan (my motto of less is more was very apparent). Most of the boats were 50-60 feet in length with Mainship being the brand most represented of the boats present, followed by Kady Krogans and DeFevers. We were the only Nordic Tug so lots of people wanted to see our boat. About half of the attendees live on their boats full time with no land home. It was fascinating to see how these boats are equipped and how these folks adapted to living on the water. Hands down, they said that they did not miss their former homes and that they have no difficulty staying in touch with family and/or in dealing with life issues like finances and current events. Most boats have a TV satellite dish with multiple television sets aboard. We (once again) were the exception in that we do not have a dish and we only watch movies on our TV unless we are at a marina that has cable. I did cave in and agree to purchase a cable cord for the times when we can access cable. I do think Mark was having serious boob tube withdrawal and he seems to perk up when he is able to watch yet another re-run of America’s Funniest Videos.
Since we arrived later than most, we decided to stay a couple of extra days to explore the park and the surrounding area.
On Friday, we hiked the trails in the park and then on Saturday we rode our bikes into Rogersville. The bike ride was only about five miles each way but it was uphill in both directions and it was really really hot. Neither of us has seriously ridden our bikes in almost a month so we totally crashed when we got back. Needless to say we slept well that evening.
There will be informal rendezvous at Marsh Harbor in the Bahamas in the spring and the next official rendezvous will be in Charleston in April. We are certainly planning to join the group at Marsh Harbor and will probably attend the spring rendezvous as well.
Hours on the water: 2
Nautical miles traveled: 10
Number of locks: 1
Time spent waiting at locks: 0
Tomorrow's Destination: None
What we're listening to: I am Charlotte Simmons by Tom Wolfe
What we watched: 0
Lesson for the day: Less is still more
Obligatory knitting report: I did not knit once during the time at the rendezvous
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)