Just when we thought we’d cracked the 2 miles/gallon mark (non-boaters: it is what it is!), we were pushed down below 1.5 as winds picked up and we punched through chop. Nothing like the Sound, but who would have thought a wide river could have whitecaps?! Of course each bend brought different conditions so we were constantly fiddling with throttle and trim tabs. Despite all that, we are way faster than most people cruising the river although I suspect we’re pounding our Visa card a bit harder at the gas dock too!
Major coal territory here. Hence another coal powered energy plant shot at the top of the page! Although Ohio state is still on the right bank, Kentucky (as opposed to West Virginia) is now on our left as we go downriver. Several navigable rivers flow down out of the Kentucky hills into the Ohio River but they all appear to be quite commercial/industrial so we won’t be venturing up (besides THAT would kill our MPG!) At the junctions with these rivers, barge traffic increases.
Despite all this commerce and industry there are major swathes of quiet, green peaceful zones. The River has local, state, national parks of various sizes dotting its shores as well as zones with houses of all types: from fun campgrounds with campers and tents to mcmansions.
There hasn’t been one morning that it has been below 72 degrees at 6 am. The highs have been above 99. The big news is we have AC. Yes, our budget Bayliner has AC on board capable of cooling the cabin to 70 degrees when it’s 90 outside! Just like walking into a room at the Hyatt!
We planned to anchor out last night, but we got to the spot too early and since it was so hot, we cruised on to Shawnee State Park Marina in a nice picturesque cove….with a golf course just up the dock ramp. (Yes, Nick brought golf clubs at B’s insistence). Nick was up early today to play golf and returned quite content with his game.
While Nick golfed, B and Ziggy had a great, long morning walk through the woods and along the river alone for most of the time but crossing paths with several different friendly locals who loved to chat about the dog, the Great Loop, and the unseasonably hot weather.
During Nick’s golf outing, B (and Z) made use of Nick’s discovery last night: another “cubby” and reorganized things, swabbed the deck, caught up on reading with Ziggy snuggling by, and took this pic of the interior so that our readers (aka Henry) can see our “fornt” (aka fort) (both “words” are family words)
Parting shots from White Oak Creek Marina, Ohio:
A dad net fishing for shad while one of his sons got a ride on our novel (for him and most others around here) inflatable.