A couple of quotes from my current book that rang true:
“There’s a secret to living here,” she said. “Compartmentalize, compartmentalize, and then compartmentalize some more. If someone else tells you that the Muslims are plotting to destroy America, or Obama is the Antichrist, you just seal that away in its own separate compartment, and carry on till you find their good side. There’s no sense in arguing with them. Folks around here are stubborn as they come.”
“I thought Republicans were supposed to be stingy and mean-spirited. No liberal has ever given me the keys to their car, or a whole bunch of furniture.” Dispatches from Pluto: Lost and Found in the Mississippi Delta by Richard Grant
Squishing 2 days into one post again. Things begin to run together in this muddled brain… but I’m going to blame it on the muddy river.
At dawn, we left Bobby’s Fish Camp. That was the earliest we’ve ever weighed anchor. Not by plan (certainly not, as we have definetly gotten used to taking the mornings slowly PLUS as you saw in the last post it’s kinda cold out!) But we were razzed along under the threat and news that the lockmaster was going to close down the lock for the day after the first pleasure crafts locked through to make repairs. And since these crazy boaters who only go 8 mph have to get up early to get anywhere had already made there way IN THE DARK, there was no negotiating when the “first pleasure crafts would lock through.”
We came across this boat (big white one on the left) that had TOTALLY missed keeping the channel marker on his starboard side! (can channel marker is the far dot on the right…i.e. to the right of the branched log that is in the middle!). The Tow BoatUS (little boat second from left) rescue mission couldn’t get him (yes, a father and some sons) off the mud even w/ our sister-boat churning up some wake to add some extra water. A big barge later came along and helped yank….
That early morning lock was our last lock (for 2016). You are spared yet another lock pic because we forgot to take one. Regardless, no picture would convey the feeling of thinking about that “last” nor that we were approaching the end of our River Leg ( well, technically there will be another river leg down from Chicago….but that’s a long way away and will have a different feel).
We were already feeling nostalgic for our river time so instead of easily making it into Mobile, we stopped 20 miles short for one more anchorage. See feature photo above: we were in a very deep, nice cut about half a mile from that bridge—the Dolly Parton Bridge….you can guess why it’s called that! It may have been half a mile from “civilization” but tucked away in that anchorage felt like it was pre-human-existence-eons ago. Here are a few pix of the anchorage from the shore…
N, who wisely chose NOT to take shore leave, to the rescue
Back to shore again in the morning tho (she’s a dog not a camel) and still eerie. The anchor lifted without a problem despite fears to the contrary with all the submerged dead logs.
The Delta really opened up for the last 20 miles:
We knew, the day before, that we were getting close to the sea when we saw seagulls and pelicans—even the air seemed to have changed. Aside from N’s nifty charting, the hints of the sea were confirmed when we were greeted by a porpoise at the mouth of the river! (no pic tho!)
And then we were in Mobile Bay:
We made our way over to Eastern Shores Marina (yes, on the eastern shore of Mobile Bay)
If you haven’t noticed yet, the flora in the South is different too:
Popcorn tree. Hard to see the little white berries…but I liked the name of the tree!
Walked around nearby Fairhope town (top rated Alabama town) for a nice dinner, window shopping and to catch the sunset.