Day 13 Sept 15 Jumpin’ Rivers


Woke up to our first truly overcast morning. The early morning walk was a crisp 74 degrees at 7 am. Some relief from the heat but it still hit 90 by late afternoon. During our morning walk we seemed to be haunted by these vultures everywhere we looked.




Not sure of the type of vulture but they certainly have no shortage of dead, stinky, BIG fish to eat (Nor am I sure of what type of fish they are either). We see them bobbing along the river and along the shore so frequently that we’ve stopped saying: “Look!”

We said good bye to the Ohio River today after over 918+ miles of sightseeing along its shores.  We turned left and started UP river (new!) on the Cumberland River. (I will try to update the map on the Home page in the next day or so).  This river water looks better now, it’s also not as wide nor as expansive as the Ohio but does have the same general mix of undeveloped countryside and industry and commerce: barges, coal, power plants, quarries, etc.  The narrowness calls for another barge picture though:

Captain James Bond passing on the left at high speed and skimming over the shallow water.

The lock, thankfully, was much the same as what we’ve grown accustomed to; however, there were some rude Loopers who were in a very slow boat and had called ahead to the Lockmaster saying they were approaching (when they were still over an hour away from the lock) which tricked the Lockmaster into holding the lock open for them and causing us (and another boat) to sit waiting over an hour until the slow boat arrived. You can only imagine my Captain’s frustration and number of calls to the Lockmaster! At least there was no jumping around though or we may have ended up with another broken rib!

We arrived at the largest marina yet (and fanciest—nice laundry room and nice shower rooms….and a pool): Green Turtle Bay Marina near Grand Rivers, Kentucky.  There is a mega-lake here with lots of fun places to boat and poke around in. We’ll get a bit of that done; but it probably could be a whole summer’s worth. There are more Loopers here than we can count and it seems we are the newest newbies….some people are half way around the Loop or about to finish and others are even on their 3rd or 4th  Loop.

You can see why it is called Green Turtle Bay!  Tons of them–right at our dock!

Needless to say, Ziggy was entranced!











On our walk  we also met Wilbur the pig.

Doing what dogs do when they meet a new friend.













Kind of seems to been an animal-themed day without even trying….and I didn’t mention the 4 pairs of bald eagles we passed as we went up river.  So I’ll end on our view of the full moon and sailboat masts out our window (better in real life…and probably with a fancy camera….so use your imagination.)


Day 12 Sept 14 Doin’ Miles

So I’m left to chat about a fairly boring day given B’s rules about who gets to cover what!  I had all these great pics, but she claimed them for her last entry, so now I have to scramble. Today was a long day with over 150 miles traveled, two locks and a gas stop. I think we forgot to mention we’d traded Indiana for Ohio on our right and now we’ve traded Indiana for Illinois ! Kentucky remains on the left.   We’re a stone’s throw from turning left off the Ohio River onto the Tennessee and finally beginning the actual “Loop” we’re supposed to be doing. So we’re actually near the spot we’ll hopefully be returning to in about 12 months time to officially “cross our wake” and lay claim to being “Loopers.” From here on we’ll be likely meeting others on this same journey. Today we crossed paths with this boat that was just finishing completing 7,000 miles over last year.

Our first official “burgeed” (aka little flag on the bow) Loop boat with whom we’ve crossed paths. (It’s hard to see. The wind didn’t cooperate but really it is a Looper burgee.


We did see some interesting things today like this dredge thing that was filling barges with sand it was digging up from midstream.


In addition, I saw the LARGEST barge set so far….25 barges! No kidding, five barges across and five long. These barge crews apparently work one month on going up and down the river and then have one month off.

I know, I think B may have said no more barge or lock pix…but couldn’t resist this record number.

Navigating the river is weird. If you’ve boated in the Pacific Northwest you know you come to recognize shore patterns and likely shallow water. There is NO rhyme or reason in the river. You can be in 30′ of water five feet from shore and then in 10′ in the middle of a river stretch with over a half a mile from bank to bank. Charts are no help! I follow the buoys…..because as you can see I don’t have an active lookout:

B can fall asleep anywhere at any time of the day. No exception here.

Sorry for the shortage of pics….normally we share pics, but EVERY one of B’s pics from today has the dog in it and I refuse to post those on my days!

B’s add on:

Come on!  There actually were a few more interesting picture opportunities (even without the doggy). The docking experience at the marina known as the Oasis of the Ohio near Golconda, Ohio (aka nothing else around) was like none other. Aside from a different atmosphere (loud music all night long, etc) among the live-aboards, the general personality of the dock also had some pretty fun and/or eclectic decorating of their respective dock areas. Here are just a few shots…you’ll get the feel from these:

Note the hanging hammock chair, 2 tables for lots of card games, but mostly the back left: flat screen TV, a supply of booze, and a coffee pot.   (this stuff is out permanently…not just for the day.


The pretty look…note the it-must-be-Fall decorative gourd!
Supply of firewood at the ready! or is it beach wood for crafts?  Either way, they are ready!
Our personal favorite.  LOVE the cool old wood work bench!…and the name: “Trailer Trashed”


Day 11 Sept 13 O Captain! My Captain

Today we woke up to a nice brisk morning which was a welcome relief to the heat we’ve been experiencing to date. We’d spent a relatively calm night at a Marina on the edge of Louisville thanks to our negotiating a slip change after getting rocked the previous afternoon at the first spot we were given. Note to self….when entering a marina that’s full at one end and empty at the other, assume there’s something “about” the empty end!

The big news for the day and perhaps to haunt us for the next few weeks, is my Captain cracked a rib. Some readers may know he’s not too patient. So when confronted with a locked dock gate with a touch pad code that was screwed up and blocking him from his morning shower, he thought he was still 17 years old and decided to take a leap from dry land down about 5’ and across another 4’ to the dock. The dock won with a slippery trick of morning dew. The rib lost. Painfully. I mourn the loss probably nearly as much as Walt Whitman mourned the loss of Abraham Lincoln, captain of the ship USA.

Nick powered on the rest of the day with less strenuous activity than normal since the weather was clear, the river calm with nearly zero activity except for the occasional barge (see top picture of basic view all day) and my attempts to take over some of the  rib-movement activities–I’m learning how to do the power connecting stuff! Yay.

Today we had our longest distance day yet: 155.7 miles.  If we’d driven, it would have been only 107 miles; If we’d been a crow, even less. But, I’m on a boat !–sorry rap fans! even this old hag knows THAT song!  For you readers who like techie-boat stuff, you might enjoy seeing how many twists and turns we take to get just a few miles:

The Long, Long, Winding Route:  These two screen shots were taken only about 10 minutes apart.  (For the non-techie-boat people…the little black boat is us with the black line tracing our path down the river)  Both shots are headed DOWN stream.


Stopped at Derby Landing to stretch our legs and realized we had also been here before in 2012 on the Harley

With more to offer than what the greeting sign suggests, we found chocolate eskimo ice cream sandwiches to cool down the swollen rib cage!


An unexpected reward awaited at our “marina” for the evening.  Technically called Owensboro Marina, it’s unofficial name AND sign say otherwise:

Yes, Henry, it’s official: We are in THE club!  Gas tanks on the bow, mismatched fenders, unshaven look, and all!

To our further enjoyment we spent a great evening chatting with the locals who drive down to the little patio overlooking the marina after work and/or just hang out there because they‘re retired and don’t want to be under foot at home. Quite the crowd!  They just sit around drinking byob—mostly just beer:



but they brought out some moonshine for us (in a mason jar, no less!)!

Yes, Steve we can now sing your Kentucky moonshine ditty you posted to the comments a few days ago!

For the readers who know me, you might be surprised to know that a) I tried it and b) I REALLY liked it…until I stood up and then I realized it’s intensity.  A quick brisk walk with the dog cleared my head and one of the guys invited us to the famous Moonlite Restaurant. So we left the dog on board and headed up into town for a great all you can eat BBQ /smoked meats with all the sides that you can imagine (and more ) …not to mention deserts.

And then the hangover -free sunrise over the Redneck Yacht Club in morning:



but still feelin’ like an Ole Mule kicked My O Captain in the ribs.



Sept 12 Fuelin’ Around by Cap’n Nick


Today was an easy day from a distance point of view as we decided to only travel about 50 miles to Louisville, Kentucky and stage ourselves for a huge day tomorrow as we may try to do up to 200 miles. We took advantage of the relatively short distance and multiple fuel stations to do a little miles/gallon benchmarking in the hope Barb might accept full speed ahead was our most efficient run rate. There was good news and bad news! The good news is running at 22 knots is about 40% more efficient than running at 15. The bad news is that running at 7 knots is even MORE efficient getting us up to 2.5 miles/gallon. While that latter number is interesting to know for emergency purposes, a friend of mine once said he had more money than time. I agree, so we’ll not be doing a lot of 7 knot cruising! Not to mention driving an I/O at 7 knots is a pain.

Taking pictures of instruments is what you do at 7 knots! Doesn’t even register on the speedo


The barge traffic is picking up in both volume and size. Biggest so far is a tug pushing a raft of barges four wide and five deep. I have no idea how they control the load,

This big boy was pushing barges into the lock

but we weave around and between barge traffic as we go, monitoring the radio. Today we heard Barb getting called out for “sneaking around” one down bound barge as that barge captain talked to an upbound captain to warn him of the “pleasure craft” coming around his stern! Can’t leave the helm for a moment!

Biggest load so far…20 barges! Is this really better than a pipeline?

We have yet to figure out riverside construction. This huge river apparently can get up to 20′ higher than it is right now. Some people own rv’s they drive away, others have homes right on the current riverbank while others build like this.


Of course the boat is not the only thing in need of refueling at the end of the day!


Day 9 Sept 11 Un-Lucky Lock 13

We lightheartedly cruised out of the 4 Seasons Marina  feeling great after last night’s dinner “out” and the spirit at one of the boats near our slip.  GO HAWKS!

We didn’t stop IN Cincinnati but enjoyed the view from the river:























We merrily proceeded past some very remote and pretty state parks (lots of people out fishing) and then the next lock loomed on the horizon.

Perhaps if we’d realized that it was to be our 13th Lock, we would have been more on our toes. We weren’t.  First, the Lockmaster called us out on the radio to put on our life vests (something NO ONE has done in the prior 12 locks.  Although we did wear them thru the first 2, but then noticed no one else doing so and had grown confident in our locking skills anyway). Ok, so that’s not that big of a deal…they are hanging up at our side throughout the boat and at our immediate reach, so it was easy to comply.  It was our longest wait to enter a lock yet…probably about 25 minutes (which isn’t bad compared to what I hear from others). Again not that big of a deal.

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This is from another day but here you can see a “bollard” –that grey post on the right. Normal tie off is to loop the line (aka the rope) around the bollard and tighten both ends down (one at mid-ship cleat (which is off the picture but you can see the black line(aka rope) going off to the bottom right) and the other at the stern cleat (which is hidden behind my head. As the water drops so does the bollard (it’s a floating bollard) and the boat drops too.  So there is no need to “manage the lines” (ie hold the ropes and loosen or tighten –which you would have to do if it was NOT a floating bollard like in some of the other locks)…at least that’s the theory!

However,  TODAY we entered behind 2 other smaller boats and as we cruised forward to the evenly-spaced bollards along the wall of the lock and as Nick expertly maneuvered the boat closely along the edge without touching the wall toward the next bollard for me to do the trickiest part (loop the bollard as we passed by….like roping a cow) just as I could see where the bollard should have been, it was clear it wasn’t there.  Ok no problem: “Let’s go to the next one up the wall.“  Again, no bollard.  “Gee, Lockmaster! You could have radioed THAT to us!” (perhaps w/ some expletives thrown in there)

Since the other 2 motor boats had taken the other remaining bollards, we had to turn around in the lock, go backwards and take a bollard at the far back.  Again not THAT big of a problem…just aggravating (in 90 degree heat) and a needless waste of time for everyone (including the boats on the other side waiting to go UP river after we got out).

We tied off here near the back gate.  Fun Fact: one million gallons of water per minute drain out of this lock!

While I was negligently taking this picture of the empty lock and the up-river back gate to show you the close=up view (since we were in the back for the first time….so maybe it’s YOUR fault??)  and who knows what the Captain was doing,  suddenly it became clear to me that the bollard had stopped floating DOWN and was stuck higher than the water line. This meant that the side of the boat that was tied off was higher than the other side. In fact technically we were dangling tied to the wall (although the other side of the boat was still resting in the water).  The rope ( ok, ok, I know it’s a line…but in extreme moments of stress, I revert to baby-talk) was so taut that it was impossible to un-loop it from the cleat so by the time I had absorbed the intensity of the situation, I yelled for the knife and the Captain came down to the stern faster than I’ve ever seen him move and sliced our nice long 75 foot rope into two (nearly) equally nice sections (one 15’ and the other 60 ‘).  So something good DID happened, right?…we got two nice lines!  Haha.  But it could have been much worse. So a lesson was learned without the loss of anything irreplaceable (or that can’t be solved w/ the Visa card as the Captain always says). And also may well explain why the Lockmaster demanded the life vests–it’s a hazardous lock!?!?

In addition to this lock leaving our boat the dirtiest ever, two other weird/different things at this lock:

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The inside wall of the lock with a fashionable plant wall!


Big barge waiting for us to get out of his way as we left so we had to go backwards and wait on the side. (Note how it barely fits the lock!)





I will wrap up by saying that while our marina last night was nice in many aspects, we also think he doubled the price on us city folks.  Another lesson learned.


Marina morning with raising fog–almost worth double the price. ( Note the height necessary on the marine pier posts for the river height potential)

P.S.  Look!  The same hotel we stayed at in 2012 after Alex and Lauren’s wedding in New Harmony while we did our East Coast Harley Loop! Random, small world!

Madison, Indiana

Day 8 Sep 10 First big rain

After a week on the river we’ve begun to develop a routine revolving around the dog’s exercise needs (read bathroom breaks) and the boat’s seeming constant need for fuel! Most people on this journey seem to take months and some cases years before getting on the water. We basically flew in, got on the boat and opened the chart book. Let’s face it, it’s tough to get lost going down a river and we’re not exactly going down the Amazon. VISA and conveniently located ATM’s make up for a lot of planning gaps! We’re basically doing about 100 miles a day and staying at small riverside marinas within short walks to small towns. B is chomping at the bit to anchor out (and use our fancy new anchor), but it’s been so warm we’ve opted for docks with power so we can fire up our AC.

We’ve replaced West Virginia with Kentucky to our left and Ohio is still there to our right. Last night we stayed at White Oak Creek Marina. It was basically an RV park with a dock. It was a little oversold by the guidebook we’re using. RV set ups like this are really popular along the river as people are able to have “river cabins” in the summer which they can then move to way higher ground during the flood season. The shower facilities were not good, but gave Nick an incentive to fix the boat’s  shower which we then used. Yay.

We were expecting thunderstorms today so we decided to get up early and try to beat the weather to Cincinnati. Of course, Nick was also trying to get to someplace to watch some college football! We made it to Four Seasons Marina (not THAT Four Seasons) just outside of town in warm sunshine and with plenty of time to enjoy the pool and watch the ominous clouds roll in from the northwest. Pretty cool how you could watch the weather moving in. Better yet, you could see it all from a dockside bar stool while drinking beer, watching football and eating bbq’d ribs.

After and Before (yes, wrong order! Haha) View of the marina from bar during rain storm and later at sunset.


The winds were strong and the rain intense, but this was a nicely protected spot and while we had some leaves blown onto the boat, the rain actually did a nice job of rinsing the deck. This was the first Marina since Pittsburgh to sell diesel (we burn gas) and you could see the difference at the dock; many more big boats versus what we’ve seen this past week.

Yes, we know our readers from home (the Great Pacific Northwest) know what rain on windows looks like…but as always still felt good to be dry and cuddly inside listening to the thunder boom by, lightening striking, and even the wind knocking us about in the nice marina.

Days 6 and 7 Sept 8/9

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.

It’s hard to capture the immensity of these.  Nick is always counting how many barges are being pushed at a time. The top one has 4 across and  3 long…but there have been some with 6 or more longer.  It takes them a mile to come to a stop and very little turning/maneuverability…so we have to stay out of their way!
“Ice Piers” for barges and fleets of barges to tie up to while waiting to load, off-load, or go to next destination.

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.

One of the most scenic golf holes in Ohio (per pro shop). If you zoom in on the flag stick, you’ll see our boat just to the left.

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. 2016-9-9-z-trio-walk













2016-9-9-cubby-discoveryDuring 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)

For scale: the width at the “head” of the bed (which really seems like the foot of the bed) is actually wider than a king size bed! The actual head (aka bathroom) is on the right (hence “there’s a bathroom on the right”–sorry CC&R!)) and to the left is a large storage area as well as a LONG “cubby” with a mattress (under the dinette area) that could sleep two 20-somethings who were really in love or just one not so-crazed-person comfortably….but we just have a bunch of stuff stowed there!

Parting shots from White Oak Creek Marina, Ohio:

Captain Nick received training back at our first dock on Beaver River from Dockmate Damian in artistic dock-line management and it has become a staple….and notice Fall is coming!

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.

Ohio River at White Oak Creek, Ohio



Day 5 Sept 7 View from the Bridge -Guest Blog by Captain Nick

Doing a blog is a lot of work so we’re going to split drafting duty as we try to catch up the posts to where we actually are. Did 100 miles today and passed through two locks with little fanfare although it’s an effort to look capable! It’s pretty amazing to realize the river tug captains get through these locks pushing 15 loaded barges (3 across and 5 deep) although I think they split the load in half to go through the locks. Still…’s much more than a 30′ i/o to handle. What’s more amazing is this massive lock infrastructure kicks into gear just to let our little boat through.

Enlarge this and look at clearance on either side (and this is the “big” lock)!
Small boat in big lock (but this is the “small” lock)

We’re on more open river now and able to maintain a steady 20 knots.

B at the helm. Notice WN flag!

Still gauging fuel consumption because we have a 215 mile run with no gas available coming up and that’s close to our range. We have a “hillbilly” solution, although the boaters reading this will probably shudder. Hey, we’re Bayliner owners!

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Spent night in Gallipolis, Ohio at some ramshackle Marina off the River. It was a narrow 4′ deep channel to get in marked by pvc pipes….nice. The good news is we re-stocked at the local Piggly Wiggly and bought barb a camouflage folding chair to use on the dock. Now we ARE local.


If you’re a reader of this blog and worried about global climate change, be very worried as there are MASSIVE coal burning power plants all over the Ohio River fed by an amazing number of coal barges floating up and down the river. Cannot see how that changes quickly without massive economic disruption.

“Well, that’s really not the best picture” B

Barb’ s last word(s):

He’s right, there really are way more intense pix o those coal powered energy producing plants.  But oh well.  A few tidbits to wrap up the day:

Nick at the “poop deck”….moments before I helpfully squirted a bunch of fresh water down the outtake to try and dilute it…and gross remnants blasted out onto Nick.  Not good,  Very not good!  




93 degrees + 3:30pm + McDock = chocolate milkshake                                                                           In the town of Pomeroy, Ohio-check out its 2 Guinness Book of World!)





Day 4 Sept 6 Marrietta, Ohio-A Surprise

Surprisingly great little city with a lot going for it: active waterfront scene with long, picturesque waterfront walk/bike path, college town, touristy-historical events and a staunch abolitionists movement and beginning of the underground railroad system.  But since a picture is worth a thousand words, I’ll let these do the work (well, with a few explanatory captions!) :

Launched in 1918 –last link between the steam-powered, stern-wheel towboats and diesel powered propeller barge. Retired from work in 1954. Took 20 people to operate her.

The tops of the poles mark the high water line at various flood years. You can see the actual river in the picture at the right–the dark black way in the back down a steep hill.  Pretty intense!


A modern stern-wheel house boat!

Marrietta was named in honor of Marie Antoinette for France’s support of our independence.  Better in real life! Same guy that did Mt Rushmore!

Not sure why the guy with the camera was flipping me off…but it made me laugh.  Maybe he thought I stole his photo?  (Sky was way better in real life! So frustrating!)


2016-9-6-wood-tree-carving    I liked this guy carved into a dead tree…friendlier than the guy who flipped me off…altho not as amusing!

Sunset over the stern-wheelers lining up for the  Stern-wheel Festival this weekend.



Day 3 Sept

Prima Marina in lifting fog.  Note the grey cinderblock repair/replacement at the end of the building?  the water rose to the top of that line in 2005 and filled the restaurant.


Great travel day. Early start after deciding to not leave Beaver River yesterday because the next lock had a 3 hr traffic jam/wait   One of the two chambers was closed/broken. Less than a 10 min wait for each of the 3 locks we did today though so that was the right decision–especially on a hot day and with potentially impatient travelers. (FYI now the locking tie-up system is is different… Easier but different which means learning a new method!

Tonight at “mile post ” 102 of the Ohio River at Moundsville, West Virginia .  The state of Ohio is on the right bank (down-bound ) and West Virginia is on the left bank . Docked at “Prima Marina” which amounts to a gas dock w some extra  cleats to tie up to, a questionable power outlet and a smoke-filled restaurant /bar up the bank  — not very prima.

A nice guy  hanging around the bar named Tom gave us a ride to the laundromat with some tourist sites along the way: a modern (aka a building built in the last 20 years — a now closed telecom center  and the also now -closed, but certainly more historically interesting the original state pen (built in 1866 (remember when the Civil War was? ) and closed in 1995 as well as the definitely historical namesake Mounds ( largest ancient burial grounds of the Adena dating back to 250 BC.) Tom even picked us up after we finished at laundromat and swung by the grocery store with us for a a few things… including a 6 pack for Tom !

The State Penitentiary entrance–actually occupies about 3 x 6 blocks;  the Adena mound; and Tom, in the car, not cooperating with a photo-op in front of the State Pen.

We did miss going to the Paranormal After-life Museum though! Seriously –it’s number 3 on Tripadvisor in Moundsville.

Since we had a nice taco salad on the upper deck as we boated along and since it was so hot (90+ degrees) , when Nick offered to “take me out to dinner” at the restaurant/bar to take in the locals, I jumped on the opportunity to get bathed in smoke.

Remember the Forrest Gump scene with Bubba talking about shrimp about 1000 different ways? Well we had a similar Saturday night live type performance  at the bar as we eaves-droped on four people talk about how they like their hamburgers cooked: medium rare or medium. The conversation lasted, and I kid you not, 25 minutes. Can’t imagine how long the conversation would’ve gone on if they’d added in discussing rare and well done too.   But we enjoyed ourselves and chatting with a few other people at the bar as well. My medium rare mushroom and Swiss cheeseburger was perfect!

             You know you’re not in Washington when:

All I can say to that is: GO HAWKS and GO M’s!