Aug 23, 201204:19 PM
Swing Set: Cruising Full Time
Demopolis Yacht Basin
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The older man at the bar, Mr. Ed, asked me how big Missouri was. I had lost the thread of the conversation, and I thought he meant how big in size Missouri was. I had just enough beers to answer that on the last map I looked at, it was about "this big" and drew my fingers in a fine circle. Then, I added that, "but on one map, it was this tiny," pulling just my thumb and forefinger into a smaller shape. Luckily, they found my smart ass amusing, but then proceeded to ask how far was it from St. Louis to Kansas City. I quickly responded that it was 256 miles. Mr. Ed answered that he thought is was much further than that, but I shot back that maybe it was a lot further when all they had was wagon trails to take a person from one side of the state to another, but we have an interstate highway now. We were all laughing at that one, and then Mr. Ed came down and introduced himself properly and said it was certainly a pleasure meeting us.
That's Tom on the left, then Lane. I don't know the other bums. We were likely to not get out of the place; Lane supplied us with a free shot of her specialty drink for the night, and Tom bought us a round of beers. If it wasn't for Tom having to leave to go pick up his daughter, we might be there still. Lane's mom had to take the picture because our camera shot craps. Lane emailed the picture right on the spot, so I could use it here.
We said our goodbyes and traded business cards. Tom told us about a book about the building of the lock and dam system on the Mississippi, and as soon as I get done writing this blog post, I'm ordering it from Amazon. It's called "The Rising Tide" by John Berry.
It was dusk as we headed about a mile down the river to Foscue Creek, and it was dark when I pulled off of the channel into a narrow opening in the trees. I knew there was a Coast Guard vessel moored up the creek, so I figured depths were no problem. I used the chartplotter and depth finder to good advantage, and we dropped the anchor just past a huge Coast Guard tow boat.
Our plan was for a full day of travel, and this morning I was up at 5 a.m. I checked for some anchorages down river on Active Captain and printed a screen shot, so I could find them later. Rosie got up, too, and I called the lock that was just down from Foscue Creek. They had us on the list, and we sailed right on into the lock by 6 a.m., still dark.
Once we were secure to a bollard, the lockmaster asked me for our vessel documentation number. I told him I'd have to go below to get it, but I added that he was the first person besides the Coast Guard or Water Patrol to ever to ask me for that information. He said to never mind, and he locked us on through in nothing flat.
The sun was just starting to peek out as we left the lock chamber. This is the spillway below the Demopolis Lock. It was a pretty sight with the fog rising from the water. I would advise anyone to make a stop at Demopolis, if you ever pass that way.
We cruised for 10 hours today and are currently sitting just above our last lock on the Tenn-Tom, Coffeeville Lock at mile 116. The Alabama River comes in at mile 45, and we are going to pull in there for a day or two until we see what Tropical Storm Isaac is going to do. There is no point in heading further south into the eye of a possible hurricane, so sitting tight up here in the river is the easiest thing to do. Tom from Demopolis said the Alabama River was a good boating river with lots of sand bars. We are familiar with such places and can make good use of them, especially on a weekend.
Update: After weighing all the options, we are indeed going to stay above the Coffeeville Dam until Isaac passes and go to Bobby's Fish Camp for dinner tomorrow night on Rosie's birthday. We are off the channel on a good hook, and the lock master has no problem with us being here, just upstream from the "No Boats Past This Point" signs. I am but a fool if I don't take the advice of someone who has passed this way more than once. Thank you all for your concerns sent to us on Facebook and they are heeded. Now, where's the rum?
I got another email today from a blog reader who invited us to give him a shout when we get past his house some day. Jay lives in Seneca, Ill., on the river, and wondered if we were going to do the Loop. If so, he told us to drop by. I wish I had a way to remind me of all the folks who make similar offers, but I don't know how I would keep track of everyone. We get one or two invites like this per week. I always tell them to keep an eye on the blog and give us a shout when we are approaching their area. We missed one very nice man this week at Midway Marina, as we were already past him when he let us know we were in his area. We are sorry to miss anyone, but it's going to happen that way sometimes.