I’ve gone nuts taking pictures and I’m taking you with – it’s my daughter Wendy’s fault she loves looking at pictures. I can’t begin to tell you how beautiful these surroundings truly are and around every corner there is something different. Sure just another river bank, or just another house, or just another boat load of people, but I’ve yet to see the same thing twice – well maybe the underside of a bridge or two.
Our evening anchorage at Dry Creek was most pleasant for the first time we did not have to have any air on, just left the windows open and the night’s cool air was sufficient enough.
The lock-gods are still with us today as we approached the Pickwick Lock and Da
m – under the jurisdiction of Tennessee Valley Authority – we were told to come on into the “main” chamber. (Turns out they have two; one seemed to be a wee bit smaller than the other). We were not sure what to expect in this chamber, but were told to tie off on the bollard at the 200 foot mark, then we slowly dropped – 55 feet. This was the first time we’ve experienced dropping in the locks, it’s a much nicer ride. While in the lock we were listening to the radio and heard another pleasure craft ask for a lock through and was told it would be up to 2.5 hours wait (UGH!) Turns out on the north side of the lock there was a tow pushing 4 x 3, plus one on the side waiting to enter, they figured it would take him over an hour just to ‘wiggle them in’. We were very lucky to arrive when we did.
The lock-gods are still with us today as we approached the Pickwick Lock and Da
m – under the jurisdiction of Tennessee Valley Authority – we were told to come on into the “main” chamber. (Turns out they have two; one seemed to be a wee bit smaller than the other). We were not sure what to expect in this chamber, but were told to tie off on the bollard at the 200 foot mark, then we slowly dropped – 55 feet. This was the first time we’ve experienced dropping in the locks, it’s a much nicer ride. While in the lock we were listening to the radio and heard another pleasure craft ask for a lock through and was told it would be up to 2.5 hours wait (UGH!) Turns out on the north side of the lock there was a tow pushing 4 x 3, plus one on the side waiting to enter, they figured it would take him over an hour just to ‘wiggle them in’. We were very lucky to arrive when we did.
Somewhere along the way we passed by the Shiloh National Military Park. I did see some canons on the hill, but did not get very good pictures – but got them nonetheless. I continue to take pictures of the various homesteads and surrounding countryside so be sure to look at my albums when you have a spare hour or two.
The terrain continues to change on an almost daily basis, its mostly cliffs and rocks now with much larger trees and bushes. It's interesting to see just how far some folks will go to have a house in 'just the right spot'.
We passed by a most unusual dredger today, it would appear it sucks the soil off the bottom of the river, separates it from the water and then loads this pristine sand onto a barge. Beside deepending the channel for us, someone is make a nice profit from this soil.
We’ve dropped anchors behind Kelly’s Island tonight which is just a snipped of an island no bigger than a postage stamp north of Perryville, Tenn. I recognize some native plants on the island – river oats and spiderworts, looking good! Should be a quiet night just (JUST) off the river. The water has turned a clear clean green and temps us for a swim each night.
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