Oct. 29 - Day 27 - Baton Rouge, LA to about 90 miles from New Orleans

Last night was a hot night - I didn't sleep well and neither did Karla. We all woke up at some point in the night throwing off our covers because it was so hot. We were on our way again by about 8 o'clock - Karla started us off. She drove until we go to Plaquemine.






We arrived there about 10ish. We got off the boat with 3 gas cans and headed into town. Karla and I have little faith in Wade's Garmin (GSP) for it has failed us many times. lol I thought his Garmin was crazy when it told us that a gas station was just 0.4 miles away from where we had anchored. We got off the boat and were walking through some trees and saw cow hoof prints. We were in a pasture? It looked like we were in the middle of no where! But Wade was like, "Garmin says it's just over this way, on the other side of that hill." And sure enough, after climbing a steep, nasty hill - we could see the town. It was much hotter now than during the evening (as you can imagine) ... so humid! It got up to 85 degrees! But in town we were able to grab a bite to eat, get some snacks, and fill up the gas cans. It was Wade's turn to buy this time! The walk back to the boat was miserable. We each took a gas can and lugged it along... it was SO hot! We had to take about 30 breaks... lol well at least Karla and I did! Anyways, it took forever to get back! At one point Wade was carrying all 3 gas cans. lol But for a very short time, but he did take like 2 half the way - Karla and I switched off carrying the grocery bags and the gas can.

Finally we got back to the boat all gross and sweaty! Right away Karla and I changed into shorts and a t-shirt while Wade got us started and on our way again! It's quite a challenge to get changed on such a small area - especially having to share that small area with another person while struggling to get changed! lol In the course of changing Wade managed to hit some waves which made things twice as diffecult! Trying to keep my balance, on the wet slippery floor, (still in the midst of changing) I was having a hard time staying on my 2 feet. But then Wade hit an exceptionally big wave that resulted in me toppling over and falling, as Karla laughed on.








After we were changed into cooler clothes Karla and I sat out in the cock-pit and drove for a couple hours. The wind had really picked up, making the water really choppy and sending occasional sprays of icy water on us. However, it was really nice laying in the hot sun - soaking it up on our last few days of our trip! We've had so much rain and cold weather, hot sun wasn't so bad! Karla drove for about an hour and then I took over for her. Wade was inside blogging and applying for jobs. Karla sat out with me reading for a long time, but got sick of the more frequent splashes of water and went in the cabin. As I kept driving the waves just got worse and worse! It was harder to stir because the water was like swirly and wanted to spin you! It was weird. Then I arrived to another "barge city" - making the waves so massive! Like the biggest I've seen on the whole trip so far! They weren't like nice waves you just ride over the top and enjoy it, they came in every which way and the front of the boat would go over them and make some air and slam back down to the water - it was like Very wet and unpleasent for the riders. So along with having trouble stirring, and huge waves, I had to try and avoid all the traffic. There was a ship anchored from shore, just sitting like a 1/4 of the way into the river, there was a barge coming at me, and barge gaining up behind me, plus a tug boat to the left of the ship and another tug boat to the right! I didn't feel comfortable trying to out run the barge coming from behind me... but there were no bouys so I didn't know how far over I could go on the other side of the ship. So I called the problem solver of all time and captain (Wade) to get his advice on what should do. He didn't really quite know what to do with the situation himslef - just then the tiller came off! I kept a grip on it and was trying to pull it into to boat! But with the current and the position I was in, I couldn't. (It could hve been I was just too weak also! lol) Wade took hold of the handle and struggled to get it in and he hollered at me to stir the boat with the motor because we were going out of control and heading towards the side of a barge! Now, driving the boat with just the motor and not the tiller is SO hard - for me anyways! I did my best - I tried stirring us towards shore to get ou of the way but I was just making us go back and forth, I couldn't make us just go straight! I dealt with it for a few minutes and lost my patience and snapped at Wade to take over. (The things he puts up with!) We got out of the way, put the tiller back on, which wasn't easy with the waves and current, and waited for some barges to pass by so we could continue on our way. It was almost Wades turn to take over anyways so he just stayed outside and endured the waves.

I got inside and Karla was sitting at the computer with a goofy frown. I laughed at her expression and asked her what was wrong, she went off on this rampage, "I'm sick of this. I want to go home. I'm sick of the waves, the wind, being dirty, being smelly, and sick of being on this dang boat!" Then I tried cheering her up and said, "Why don't you play Jewel Quest?" (That's the game that she's been obsessed about and loves!) And she replied, "I tried. But that's when the tiller fell off and I lost 2 lives." lol So I the real problem was that she was losing at the game she was conquering. haha! But it was so funny coming in and finding her pouting over this game! Just like a kid!





As long as I am on the subject of Karla I will tell you another story much funnier! The waves didn't seem to settle down and Karla was standing right outside of the cabin because she was getting something then Wade warned, "Watch out! Big waves!" Karla didn't want to get wet, she was sick of getting wet. So she hurried back into the cabin! She beat the splash, but lost her balance trying to get inside and ended up doing a belly flop onto the berth (like a bench in the cabin) So it was soft landing... sort of... lol and hilarious to watch! ;)

I don't want to get carried away with stories about Karla but.... I was driving the other day and Karla and Wade were inside the cabin. I got a little bored driving and I noticed Karla was standing in the cabin, so I turned the tiller and when I turned it, it got Karla off balance! I'd stop for a while then turn it again and watch her catch her balance again! It finally got too funny and I started laughing when I did it - Karla finally caught on that I was swerving intentionally! he didnt find it as funny as I did. =D

There wasn't really and ideal spot we could stop for the night - no little streams or islands we could get away from the barge traffic and heavy current, so we ended up just tying to a tree by shore and anchoring off the back. Where we stopped the birds were simply swarming the sky! It was crazy! We don't know or sure why there were so many and flying around in such disarray, but Wade mentioned that it could be because a storm is coming? We have been told that we are supposed to get loads of rain, about 8in worth actually. Hopefully that's not the case and we won't have a stormy night. But just in case there were strom winds and such with the storm, we anchored really good and made sure to tie up extra well!

We were getting settled in the cabin and there were a lot of mosquitos flying in the cabin so we closed the hatch and the doors so we wouldn't get eatten all night. It was Karla's night to cook so she went out to get food for cooking - she came back inside slamming the doors behind her, "The bugs are horrible out there! Look!" - and she put the head lamp to the window and you could see the swarm of mosquitos! No one wanted to go out in that...or let all those bugs in... and we didn't want to use the oven if we couldn't even open the doors! Normally when we cook we leave the doors open not only because it makes the entire cabin an oven, but it's not an alcohol stove, it uses wet gas so it produces fumes, which without ventilation could sufficate us. We didn't have much of a choice, so we didn't cook a supper. :( Karla let me finish her cearal, Wade had the last MRE, and Karla finished her subway she bought earlier.

The mosquitos continued to sneak into the cabin and they were driving us mad! So we went to drastic measures and duct taped any cracks up! Wade also had brought a screen so he tacked up the screen to the entry way, so we could have the doors open for the night and not get eatten alive and die of heat! Wade also brought a little fan which he jigged up to the ceiling to help keep us cool! Wade put a lot of work into trying to make our night a comfortable one! The screen kept the mosquitos out and helped the cabin not get so muggy!

We did however have a colony of mosquitos locked insie the cabinwith us though. We squished as many as we could so they wouldn't snack off us all night! There were dead mosquito corpses all over the ceiling of the boat! Poor COTS....

We are going to be in New Orleans tomorrow -we are all determined! lol We want showers again badly! Bathroom facilities are convienant as well - we are sick of having to prepare the porta potty everytime we have to go! It's such an ordeal to get it set up; it's under our bed so you have to more the pillows, move the cushin, move the board, nove the bag of winter clothes, move the heater, move the lantern, and finally get to the porta potty so you can get that set up! We are incredibly sick of it! So marina will be wonderful! I can't wait!

By Jenny

October 28th. Day 26th. Random bayou near New Roads to Baton Rouge, LO

We woke up to the fun splashing of river otters at play. We decided to sleep in because we now knew that we would make it to New Orleans on schedule and with time to spare, so why rush? Wade continued to sleep though and Jenny and I got the boat ready to take off and then Jenny drove.

The weather was a little chilly, by the end of two hours Jenny was cold and wanted a change. Since the wind is sheilded at certain areas by the trees as the river snakes its way south, it is quite common to go from choppy water that soaks you as you crest each wave to calm waters with nary a breeze and back again at every bend in the river. At least it wasn't raining. Wade took over and lasted a good four hours long while Jenny and I watched a movie entirely in French. Obviously, we are in dire need of some constructive entertainment . . .

I took over for the rest of the day and I would have to say that what stood out for me the most was the smell. In my opinion, I think it was switching between the smell of a sewer and sometimes it was the refreshing smell of saltwater. However, Wade described each and every smell on the river the same way - smelling like "burnt toast". Evidently burnt toast has various aromas. Halfway through my shift I came upon the capital city of Lousiana -Baton Rouge.
Baton Rouge is at the head of the deep water channel that leads to the Gulf of Mexico. This stretch of the river is highly industrialized, with large chemical plants, grain elevators, and petroleum refineries (all of which smell disgusting). Baton Rouge is the nations seventh largest port, and the river between this point and the Gulf we were told is crowded with ocean going vessels and towboats on top of the barges. Our sources turned out true as we came upon our first ocean liner on our Mississippi journey. MUCH bigger than the barges that daunted us once upon a time.

The river certainly was crowded, though. We arrived near town a few hours before dark and the thought crossed our minds to camp before Baton Rouge so we wouldn't have to rush through the city, but the ever constant hope that we can find a dock in these big cities compelled us to attempt it. Alas, it was not to be - big cities dominate the river with their industry and there was not one dock to tie up to and every bit of the shore was parked with barges waiting to be moved. Wade called the city of commerce to see if they could lead us in the right direction and we were told of a dock through a lock that we could stay at.

We made it to the lock just as the sun was setting and a quick radio call told us that if we wanted to get through it there would be a three hour wait as two barges were in line ahead of us. As we were debating what to do and trying to stay out of 4 different barges's way, another barge called us on the radio and told us to get out of his road. Immediately, we moved on and our chances at stopping at Baton Rouge disappeared with us down the river.

We went another 20 mintues and by this time the sun was almost down. We DID NOT want another spotlight excursion in the dark. With all the barges surging around us and as the buoys are so much farther apart now it would have been extremely difficult. The GPS didn't have any signs of niches or streams that we could get off the river, so we hung close to the shore and thankfully got lucky. The flooding created little islands that were not normally present and we were able to tuck behind one of these with just enough light left to tie off to a tree and toss anchor for the night. We could see the city from a distance but couldn't get to it and had to settle for chicken and rice yet again.

Slightly disheartened that we were stuck on the boat yet again we watched a movie and went to sleep with hopes for a chance to stretch our legs on the morrow.

October 27th - Day 25 - Natchez to a loop of river off of the Mississippi an hour north of New Roads.

Karlas alarm went off at 7:30, and by 7:32 she was out putting oil in the gas cans in the beginnings of a rain storm by 7:32. I have no idea how she can pull herself togeather that fast on the rainy day. I usually need a full five minutes to remember my name. At any rate, we got up and moving, and tied the boat up at the shore, which I hate to do because there's really no way to prevent it from rubbing on the rocks there when there's no one on the boat to toss an anchor out the back and pull it away from shore. But the waves had been mild, and I figured if we where quick it wouldn't be too bad. We hiked back up the hill and went to see if the postcard store that we'd walked past the night before was open. Natchez is a clean town with old brick buildings, and not much going on. The night before, the streets had been nearly vacant as we searched for a resaurant, and I'd wondered if it was out of fear of crime, or just lack of citizens. Many of the stores seem to be in operation, but never open. the post card store seemed to fit into that category. We'd walked away from the gas station to check on the store, and as we'd been walking one of the girls joked that if someone saw us walking they'd probobly stop and warn us that there where no stores this way, and we'd look like stupid tourists. We laughed about this for maybe ten seconds before a city owned pickup truck occupied to two gentlemen in there 30s or 40s. The first thing the said to the girls was that we where walking the wrong way. We just accepted the fact that we looked stupid, and admitted that we didnt' really know the town. The men offered us a ride. Normally I only accept rides from older men or women, but this time I figured the fact that they where both city employees probobly made them safe bets. They turned out to be very nice people, and they explained that the city was actually a very safe place, and that the reason that the streets had been vacant the night before had nothing to do with crime, and everything to do with Monday night football. They took us to a shell station, and waited patiently as we did our thing. As usual we where feeling rushed, and didn't want to keep them waiting for long since they where technically working. So we hurried, and I didn't buy anything as far as beverages or food goes. I just planned on stocking up at the other gas station after we dropped the gas off at the boat. Jenny payed, and we loaded back into the truck, and discussed the citys restaurant situation with the men on our way back to the boat. On the way down the hill we passed aboutfour city trucks, and I hope we didn't get them into any trouble. they dropped us off with a simple goodbye and way less enthusiasm than we're accustomed too, and took off up the hill. We set the gas on Cots, and headed up the hill the the post card store. (I would like to say something about postcards. Aparently postcards and coffee are like nicotine for women! That's almost all they talk about when we're in a town. When I get home I'm planning on developing a beverage that's a combination of coffee and ground up post cards. Hopefully I'll be able to pay off my school loans in a few weeks... No not really) The store was still closed, so we made for the gas station I'd originally found in my Garmin. We headed that way, and the rain pretty much doubled as we went. that's when we found another gift shop. This one was open, and the girls flocked to the postcard stand and picked it clean in minutes... Ok they bought one or two each, but I like the other image better. :) . While they shopped I visited with thestore manager, and she was just thrilled when she learned about what we where doing. She asked me to show her our route on two different maps (gift shops on the Mississippi always have maps) and described our trip to everyone who called the gift shop while we where there. (the first was the store owner, and the other was her son the cop, who advised us to never go out after dark in New Orleans. And we will listen!) We chatted with her for atleast a half an hour, and just before we left she advised us to write and article and send it to her so that she could have it published in the Natchez paper. "The can do that?" I asked. "Sh**, I can do anything!" was her responce. I have her email and address, and we might just take her up on it. Either way, she was probobly one of the nicest people we've met on the trip.

We trudged along biel street, ignoring the rain like I've seen Seattle natives do, untill we came to the final street Garmin said we needed to take. It looked like the ghetto. We took it anyway, and we where astonished to see a shell gasoline symbol on a rickety old shed in a dirt lot. We circled it cautiously, and I was actually kind of relieved when we found it had no door. (I don't like shady businesses.) I gave up the quest for a gas station right then, but wasn't ready to go back to the boat just yet. As we walked I asked a local where a good place to get breakfast was. He directed us to a 5 story hotel a few blocks away that featured two cafes, a restaurant, and a bar inside. We picked out a cafe, and ordered our food. What we got was mushy old hashbrowns, and flavorless doughy pancakes. I ate mine anyway, Jenny ate only the sausage, and Karla ate everything but the grits. Still not quite sure what grits are. They looked like Maltomeal, but Karla reported that it's similaritys ended there, and that she was quite dissatisfied with it's foot like aftertaste.

We finished up, and ventured out into the rain again. It seemed to be letting up now, which was good because I was first shift! We where back on the boat and moving by noon. I put in my two and a half hours, and Karla relieved me while Jenny took the day off since it was a short one anyway. At the end of Karlas shift she'd located two camping options, both side by side, and both in bayou. What exactly is bayou you might ask. Well gimme a second. A bayou, according to Wickipedia, is a body of water in a low lying area. It can be either a slow moving stretch of river (our situation) or a stagnant boggy swamp. Louisana is packed with bayou. Bayous are known for there gator population. We pulled into a little loop off the main river, and tied up to a log sticking up out of the water. Then, while I anchored us out the back, the girls attached some sandwhich meat to a string, and hung it off the front of Cots. I can only imagine the screaming I would have had to endure if the plan had worked. But we didn't even get a nibble. Later that night Jenny cooked, and Karla bloged across from her. I crawled into the bed in the nose of the boat and read. No one was really hungery, so Jenny cooked 2 cans of ravioli, and dinner was over in an hour an a half for a change. Then we assembled my bed, and watched the second half of Lost in Translation. My laptop was able to play it scratched or no. Jenny and I liked it, and Karla... not so much. It was still early, so we started and watched half of dances with wolves before bed.

Oct. 26th - Day 24 - Transylvania, LO to Natchez, MI

Karla started us out pretty early - we were on the move by 7am! Wade and I slept in -when I woke up again Karla's shift was over and Wade was driving. It was about 10:15 when I got out of bed - it was another sunny day! I was so envious of Wade driving, just sitting there soaking up all that sun! I asked Karla when it would be my turn to take over for Wade, and she told me he had only been out there an hour. So I had another hour before I could take over, so I got changed out of my PJ's and wrote in my journal for the rest of the hour until finally it was noon and it was my turn to take over driving! It was still sunny! yay! I got to sit outside in my capris and t-shirt! It was so great! No rain and the river was calm!! It got chilly after about an hour, but I continued to stay dry which was unbelievably nice! I drove until 4:30 - Karla and Wade were playing Jewel Quest like the whole time I drove. (Karla's obsessed! lol) They couldn't blog because the service is so bad out here - we have to basically be in a town to blog. It's kinda lame.




Wade set up the shower at about 1pm and came to find out that the shower wouln't work while we were moving so fast. So in order for it to work we'd have to stop the boat. We didn't want to stop at 1pm and shower and take the chances of not getting to town until after dark, so we just kept the shower set up until we were closer to town. We must have looked so funny to all the barges! Our shower consisted of Wades dad's camo hunting tent, you know those ones that fold up? So it sat all set up on the front of the boat the whole day! lol Odd sight I'm sure. haha!

We got to Natchez, Mississippi at about 4:30 or 5 and went to the side of the river and turned the motor off and just floated a bit while we could shower. The portable shower was pretty neat, it takes the water from the river and filterizes it and heats it with porpane tanks, so we had warm, sorta clean water! lol I'm not too sure how I got voted to be the first to try out the shower, (maybe I needed it the most? haha! jk) but I changed into my swim suit and was set. (no way was I gonna take a shower without my swim suit on, in that tent, in the front of the boat.. lol) I don't really know why none of my shower experiences can't go smoothly, but this time can also be added my not so wonderful experienes. I had just washed my hair, got it all rinsed - I had just gotten all soapy when the water stopped working. "Wade!" (he always has to fix all the problems. poor guy.) He had to climb over and try and fix it - they were also having problems with the current running us into the trees, so I was sitting in the shower freezing - the soap was drying to my body, while they got us all situated. Wade tied us to a little tree so we didn't have the current problem - now the shower issue.... Karla and Wade found it "so" funny that I was stuck with half a shower, freezing, and were telling me I'd have to rinse of in the river - ew! But about 15min later Wade had figured it out and got it working again! Thank goodness!

This was kind of fun - I see barges as semi's but on the river! They are a pain to pass and they intimnidate me. lol But on road trips semi's are always fun when they honk for you, so Karla and I tried it on a barge... TOOT!!! lol It was pretty fun!

We went our longest yet today - drove 114miles!

We drove up to the town and parked the boat by the boat landing - it wasn't the most inviting place for a boat to achore, but we had to make do with what we had. No docks. :( We got COTS all tied to shore and headed into town to grab a bite to eat! There we're a lot of options... everything was closed! And it wasn't even that late, it was like 7pm. We kept walking and came across a Thialand restaurant that looked really exotic, why not try something new? We ate at that restaurant and it was decorated so cool! Felt like we weren't in Mississippi anymore! lol I ordered a desert called "Heart on Fire" It was a bowl of ice cream surrounded by flames and came with 2 fried banana's! lol By the time we got our cameras out the flame was basically gone, but it was still cool! Kind of piontless having fire surrounding ice cream... lol but the effect was still fun! Plus, fried banana's were super yummy!


Once we got back to the boat, Wade blogged and I made a couple phone calls while I was still with reception! lol It started raining that night, thank goodness it's not my shift in the morning! lol Karla fell asleep while Wade blogged and I sat outside talking. It got too late for a movie, so we just got ready for bed when Wade was done. We were all situated in our beds when a barge drove by and the boat started grinding against the rocks on the shore with the waves.... so Wade had to get out of bed and rethrow the anchores... it's annoying when you were just about to fall alseep to have to get up and redo what you hastled with earlier. Poor wadeaboo... Karla got out and helped him reposition - it didn't take long and we were settled for bed again! =D

By Jenny!

October 25th - Day 23 -Slough north of Greenville, MI to Transylvania, LO

No sign of aligators as I poked my head out of the cabin at 7am - just the ugly rodent we saw last night. Looked it up and turns out to be a mammal called a nutria. Not even comparable to the cute beavers and muskrats of MN. And, no, I did not take this picture - I found it on google and added it for your benefit. Really wished it was an aligator. That would have been so cool! Anyway, Wade thought we were capable of taking off in the morning without him so he slept in and Jenny and I pulled anchor, motored out of the little stream we were in, and put the tiller on. Since it was Jenny's shift, she took over and I went back to bed. She was surprisingly happy, which is odd for Jennifer at such an early hour. (Evidentally, she sat up really fast in bed last night and knocked her noggin. It woke Wade up because he thought the bottom of the boat was hitting rocks, as it was hard enough to make the fiberglass make a cracking sound. I think this event contributed to Jenny's unnaturally good mood - she temporarily was jarred from her normal train of thought and perhaps didn't know how early it really was.)

When I woke up, it was 8:30 and we were almost to Greenville. Wade was up and helping Jenny pick a spot to dock. They considered the marina there but if you dock there we're obligated to buy their overpriced gas, too, so we chose a spot downriver a ways. We noticed the water must be extremely high, for as we pulled in left of the boat launch (no docks, just pavement that was steep enough that boaters could take off from the shore) right onto the front lawn among a flock of Black Scoter and Northern Pintail ducks. We couldn't see very far down into the water, so we couldn't be certain how high the water really was but all along the banks we have seen small trees and shrubs submerged.

We gathered our gas cans and made for town. As is the norm for us now, we had barely gone two blocks when we met up with a super nice man in a pickup that had pulled over to offer us a ride. Gene was a fellow in his 80's, I'm guessing, and was on his way to church in his Sunday best. The picture perfect little old gentleman took us to the gas station wanting to know all about our adventures. We gased up and he waited as we grabbed what snacks we wanted from inside the store, and took us back to the city boat launch bidding us farewell with a friendly, "May God bless you."

Back on the river, with barely an hour spent in town we made good time the rest of the day covering a total of 85 miles. Wade spent most of the day on the computer working, Jenny resumed driving for the majority of the day, and I pulled all the cushions out of the boat and strapped them to the deck. It has been getting progressively smellier in our cabin and something had to be done. Every morning the inside walls of the boat are coated in wet condensation and with little air flow in the cabin (especially in the front where Jenny and I sleep) it started to smell like a combination of mildew, the porti-potty stored under our bed, and unshowered people stuck in a small space for 24 days - something HAD to be done! So while the cushioned aired out, I scrubbed the walls down and cleaned and sprayed as much air freshener that I think Wade could stand. With that done, and it being a beautiful day I took advantage of the beautiful sunny day and cushions strewn on the deck to lay out in the sun and read. That is, until Jenny realized that she could be doing that too! She asked for a change and since she had been driving for a steady 5 hours, I couldn't exactly say no even though I wanted to stay on my makeshift cushion throne. She went through at least a dozen music cd's as she drove those 5 hours - singing all the time. It's really refreshing actually and if I know the song I sing along! I asked Wade earlier in the day if maybe I should relieve her, he replied, "if she's singing, she's happy..." but whatever else he said was drowned out as Jenny attempted to strike the high note on a Hilary Duff song.

When Wade was finally done with his frustrating work on a computer that refused to keep internet connection, he took over for me at 4:00ish. Shortly after we found a reasonable place to stay for the night and threw out our anchors. We had a minor gas leak from one of our containers, so the cabin smelled awful and Wade found the leak and cleaned it out as I made supper and we aired out the cabin. Chicken and rice once again, the beginning of a movie of Wade's (Lost in Translation) that was so scratched up that it froze and we couldn't finish it, and then bed!

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October 24 - Day 22 - A little stream in Mississippi to another river that looks a lot like bayou and hour north of Greenville Mississippi

The night we spend at Hoppies Marine service a day and a half north of Cairo Illinoise was a stressfull one for me. We'd docked near a pair of million dollar motor yachts, populated by what I have to presume where millionaires. People who've amassed great fortunes seem to develope know it all personalitys. Ofcourse these guys had already done what we where about to do in the past, but now that we're 3/4 of the way through the lower Mississippi, I have to say that I think their description of the lower as being "the wild west with killer currents to suck you in front of barges, and no one to help you if you get in trouble. Your on your own out there and you have to start looking for a place to spend the night at noon because if you don't have it your in trouble." Well as far as I can tell the lower Mississippi is just the upper Mississippi without docks.
The river we'd pulled into last minute the night before turned out to be the nicest anchoring spot so far. We've been steadily improving out anchoring skills since we started and we're getting good! Likewise, the lack of Marinas hasn't hampered our gas getting abilitys one bit. It seems like there's almost always someone wanting to help out when they see river rats with gas cans. Anyway, everything so far is way better than all the nay sayer, which is virtually everyone, predicted. I guess my point is, don't listen to anyone! Or if you do, give the positive people first dibs on your decision and maybe add the nay sayers in later if there's time. I hope you learned something here today. Now, onward!
The girls stayed in bed, and I started us south. It was a pretty morning, and I actually had my camera this time. I put in my two and a half hour shift before Karla took over. It was a mostly uneventful day besides a state change over to Mississippi, and knowing that we where in gator territory. I attempted to make french toast, and now believe that breakfast is about chemistry. Eggs, scrambled or fried, along with pancakes, undergo amazing chemical transformations from mush to delicious. French toast doesn't do anything magical. It begins as bread, and ends as bread, and that's why it's only ok in my book... that and I can't seem to make it very well for some reason. How dare it?! Breakfast takes about 3 hours from start to finish, so that took a good chunk out of the day. Jenny suprises me in that she probobly drives more than any of us. It's not at all unusual for her to put in a four or even and ocational five hour shift. She's hardcore! I'm usually ready to be done after 2 and a half. She seems to enjoy it though. She's usually out there singing and texting while steering with a foot. She did a shift like that today.
We traded off untill evening, and Karla took us up another river that she'd found on the gps. This one was actually pretty wide, and there where trees jutting up out of the water on either side. As we motored in I heard sticks cracking just out of sight in the trees, and some king of strange shrill buzzing that almost sounded like an alarm. It was a creepy and extremely cool place to camp. We motored in, and attempted to tie up to a tree, but the current was pretty strong so I switched spots with Karla and attempted to get us close to a tree while Jenny ran the cam corder. The current was just too much for me, so I pulled the plug, and motored up river further looking for an easier spot. We found a downed tree right off lang and it was perfect. We did the anchoring thing, and I installed the new spark plugs that I'd picked up a few citys ago. The old plugs had nearly 2000 miles on them, and I'm pretty certain not too many 8 horse johnsons get this kind of work out. Then it was back to the kitchen. It was my night to cook while Karla bloged. I made better cheddar bratworsts, and rice a roni. The brats are fool proof, but the the rice a roni requires a lid, and we just arn't that prepared, so it came out crunchy. I'm not much of a cook without a George Foreman Grill and a microwave I'm afraid... Or at all. I cleaned up and tryed to blog myself, but the signal was too weak to save my work so I lost it all. Maybe I was wrong. It's not the docks that are the biggest change from upper to lower Mississippi river, it's the lack of cell towers. People must not keep in touch down here, or get flat tires, etc. As I was cleaning up after dinner we heard a splash. I'd fixed the spot light a few days earlier, so Karla took it out and shined it around. We saw green eyes submerged 100 feet down river! Our first gator. That's what we thought anyway, untill we went back out to brush out teeth, and caught the source of the splashes in the bean of the spotlight. They where caused by these little muskrat looking rotents called neutrenos doing jumps and flips. If the rodents are playing there probobly arn't many gators around. We went to bed dissapointed, and watched A movie who's name escapes me because it took me so long to get done with this blog. It was a sunny days with a state change and over 100 miles of progress. Not too bad.

Oct. 23 - Day 21 - Memphis, TN to Mississippi

We set our alarms for 6:45am, went and took showers - felt so refreshing first thing in the morning! We were on our way down the river again by 8am - Karla took the first shift. Fortunate for her it wasn't raining, but an overcast. I must add that Karla has taken the lead for having gone the fastest - 13mph! Way to go!

I took over for Karla at 10:30am - I've learned to wear my rain apparel whether it's rainy or not! Becasue chances are, I'm gonna get wet! It's like a curse I have. Started out as a joke, but now it's a curse. lol It only drizzled like twice while I drove - not really a hard rain. Although, I did get pretty soaked from the waves - at times I could hardly see, because as soon as a wave would spray my face and it'd get it wiped off another would soak it again. So that gets really tiresome. lol But who's complaining? ;)



Karla and I joke with Wade about he's our captain and we saltute him several times a day, but once we salute him we can't take our hand down until he salutes us back! Just a silly thing we do to make Wade giggle. =D Also we have Hector, our turtle shell we found, his job is to guard the geodes! Sometime's he slacks off so Karla or I will yell at him while we are driving. ;)

Wade relieved me at 1:30 and he drove until about 430ish - got cold and Karla took over the last hour for him. We found a nice stream to park the boat for the night. Sometimes we have a hrad time finding a good place to settle in for the night - it's either too rocky... too shallow... too much current... tree's in the way.. blah blah blah! It wasn't a good spot to get on shore - too much vegitation. Also, you could tell that there was some serious beaver action in the area we anchored! Hoping we won't be hearing beaver tails all night again! lol



I never knew the river was so sinuous! New Orleans is roughly 300 miles away in a straight line, but by river it's like 645 miles! Crazy, huh?



I'll be honest and tell you today was pretty boring. If we weren't driving we were just reading, blogging, writting, sleeping - things of that nature. Nothing too exhilarating.

I made supper that night - chicken alfredo pasta and corn. Nummy! After supper I did the dishes and then got ready for bed. We had a movie started by 9:15pm! I totally thought I was going to be able to stay awake through the whole movie, because we were starting it so early! But no such luck. I fell asleep.

By Jenny

October 22 - Day 20 - Gator Island to Memphis, TN!

The thing I hate about alarm clocks is the snooze option. What is the point? It is a false hope. A temptation. You lie there for 5 minutes simply dreading what you know its going to happen as it will go off again and you'll have to get up. Unfortunately, my sisters are not of the same mindset. At home it is not uncommon for my older sister to hit that evil snooze button dozens of times in a morning as Jenny and I try to salvage what little rest we can with her obnoxious alarm ringing through our heads. I almost thought I was back home when I heard the alarm go off once, and just as I started falling back to sleep - again. Jenny must have sensed the danger she would put herself in if she tried to do it again and got up. Its one thing to have to get out of bed to exact vengence for a disturbed sleep, its quite another when your sleeping with the offender and can easily lash out at her while still under the warm covers... It was 6:55 and Jenny and Wade had us underway by 7:15.

The deal we've made with each other is taking turns waking up early for the morning shift. Well, Jenny and I made this deal. Since we usually camp, we have to cross waters outside of the buoys to get to and from our chosen campsite and there is no gaurantee that we will be safe from shallow ground, rocks, logs, submerged trees, etc. and hence Jenny and I do not feel comfortable traversing through these dangers alone. Once we're in the buoys its a piece of cake, though. Therefore, no matter who gets up early, Wade has to get up too and help us get underway and back in the buoys before he can attempt to sleep again. Usually, he doesn't even try.

I believe this was the case this morning (I'm not sure, as I was alseep myself) and I awoke to Jenny exclaiming that there were bridges up ahead and she wanted to know if we had the proper clearance to go under. All this information is in our Army Corp of Engineer maps we got online, so it was just a matter of looking up where we were at. Maybe I'm a control freak, but it seems like whenever someone else touches the maps they all get mixed up (and I have had to organize them serveral times now) - so I'm very possessive of being the keeper of the maps and got up to check it out before someone else tried to. Clearance was a-okay and we were just entering Memphis so I didn't bother going back to bed.

Of course, as it was Jenny's shift she woke up to the pitter-patter of rain on the deck of the boat (which contributed to the snooze button decision) and it continued for the hour and a half that she drove. It was only 8:30 when we got to Memphis, and after a brief arguement on where the marina was (the GPS -Wade's method of navigation, and my Army Corp maps do not always say the same thing) we arrived at the Mud Island Marina. Mud Island, a large park operated by the City of Memphis, is located on an island offshore of the actual city itself.

Immediately, Wade sought out the a-okay from the manager to use the showers. Jenny cleaned up inside the cabin of the boat and I washed the mud covered deck. Dirty work out of the way, we were given the key to the showers and an hour later we felt like human beings again! Amusingly enough, everything happens to Jenny and the hot water in her shower didn't work, there were dead cockroaches in there, and she wisely decided to wait to use my shower. The next few hours were dedicated to laundry, waiting to see if our friend Drewbear would be able to join us, and chatting with random folks who were curious about where we were from/where we were going now that we were showered and no longer looked like mud creatures from the Mississippi lagoons. While the laundry did its thing, we walked just up the hill to the park which we were told we couldn't miss seeing. There we saw the riverwalk - a scale model of the channels and islands of the Mississippi River. It was HUGE! We followed the river from its beginnings in Itasca, MN five city blocks down to the Gulf of Mexico!

Wade hitched a ride to a hardware/grocerys store as Jenny and I finished up the laundry and dried off from our walk through the park. By this time, we had discovered that Drewbear could not join us afterall but we had no desire to motor through the pouring rain so we elected to stay in Memphis for the day. When Wade came back we walked across a walkway that crossed over the river into the city of Memphis and found food right away at the Napoleon Cafe. Nothing beats a good burger when your starving. We've gotten into this nasty habit of only eating one meal a day and it puts us all in moods, but its such a hassle to pull out the galley and make food that no one wants to do it - so we were starving. It was sort of a questionable looking place so maybe the food wasn't that good, really, and we were just too hungry to care but right then it hit the spot.

Then we basically walked around the city of Memphis. We went by Beale Street, we saw the 3rd tallest Pyramid in the world (that is actually a sports and entertainment complex), and we picked up Elvis souveniers and postcards. We ran through the park fountains on Main Street, got Starbucks frappichino coffee for Jenny, and then Jenny gave it away to a homeless man we saw sleeping in a corner. We started to walk to a hardware store but after 5 or 6 blocks we turned around because Wade called them and they were closed. We wished we could have gotten to go to Graceland, but we decided it would cost too much to get there - next trip, maybe.

When finally we were ready to go back to the marina, we couldn't get back across the river! The crosswalk was locked down and the other bridges leading across didn't have pedestrian walkways (from what we could see from a distance anyway). We walked from the walkway/out of commission monorail to the freeway crossing the river and didn't find a walkway and walked to the next bridge and couldn't see a walkway there either. We ended up having to call a cab just to get back to the right side of the river (the taxi fee is a lot steeper in Memphis than any of our other taxi excursions). At the marina, we gased up, grabbed the blankets and then hunkered down in the laundry room to watch a movie (Sahara!) where it was warmer and drier before returning to the boat for bed! It's a good thing we decided to stay in Memphis too - it rained the whole day and that night was one of the stormiest yet!

October 21st - Day 19 - Caruthersville to a sandy alligator infested island an hour norht of Memphis

I hate waking up with no showering opportunitys, and I wish I didn't have such an aversion to hats because now would be the time to make use of one. Thankfully our time in civilization was over for a few days and there would be no one to judge us but ourselves, and we where all pretty grimey. It was my day to start us off so I'd set my alarm for 7:30. Karla woke me up at 7:26 wondering why I wasn't up. Karla needs a watch! Anyway, false irritation aside, I geared up a lot lighter than I'm accustomed too (it's finally warming up!) and headed out the hatch. We've been beaching cots (Chicken Of the Sea) for the night, when ever possible from the start. That apears to be taking its toll on the swing keel though. It's started making an awful clunking noise while beached, and even while under way in wavy conditions. It makes me nervous, and I don't wanna do any more damage, so we've started anchoring totally afloat. We added a second rope to the front of the boat so it can usually reach a tree or what ever, and still leave the boat fairly far out in the river. Then the boat is pushed off shore, and both anchors are thrown out at 45 degree angles from both rear corners. Tension is added, and the ropes are tied to the cleats. It's worked really well so far. We rock when a barge goes by, but it's silent, and we're all very accustomed to rocking by now, so we usually sleep right through the event. No grinding, and no screaming! So I pulled both anchors from the rear, then pulled the boat into shore, donned the rubber boots, and jumped to shore. I untied the rope from a scrap of steel that appeared to be an enormous axel, and climbed back onto the boat. I slipped off the boots, dropped one in the river, dove for it, almost fell over the safety line into the river, recovered, and motored away. Our plan for the day was to make it to Memphis! I'd actually had the Springsteen song "Walking in Memphis" stuck in my head for a few days already. In fact I'd downloaded it in preparation for Memphis a few days prior. The song ran through my head through most of my shift. I motored from 7:45 to around 10:30 when the girls got up. That's when I showed them my new water speed record for a sailboat powered by and 8 horse, 12.7 miles and hour! It's mostly skill.
Jenny took over, and I got to work with a broom and dust pan. Cots (Chicken of the Sea) had weeks of river mud crusted all over. I swept down most of the deck (still pretty gross though, plus there's this rotting turtle that the girls have some kind of strange attachment to up on deck), and attempted to remove some of the puddle of oily gas my 88 dollar generator leaves on the seat when it's run. When That was done I went down below and started watching a movie on my ipod. I watched till I became drowsy, and then I took a nap (only my second the whole trip, partially on account that my bed is also a table). I woke up when the girls switched shifts, and I dug out the atlas.
Our days on the river were numbered now. We had about 850 miles to go, and thanks to the increased current after passing Cairo and the lock and dam system, we could now travel 100 miles a day. I'd done the math to see how long it would take us months before our departure, and had been skeptical that we'd make it ever since. The schedual was just too tight. I figured that if we traveled at 7 miles an hour average, for 10 hours a day, we'd make it in 34 days. That's too long, and didn't account for any stops at all. We still had to try it though, and now that we where averaging 10 miles an hour or better, barring any difficultys, it appeared that we might actually make it! All we needed to descide was whether to go all the way to venice, which is only 10 miles from the gulf, as we originally planned, or to cutt it 80 miles short in New Orleans. I would like to try genuine New Orleans food, but Venice is closer to the Gulf, and thus a sweeter victory! I hope I'm not getting ahead of myself here.
We came up an hour shy of Memphis, much too our greasy hairs displeasure, and started hunting for a camping spot. We tryed one on the right side of the river, but it was wrought with peril (a wing dam, a dam blocking the dishcarge end of a river, freshly submerged trees from flood conditions, and a lot of current). So we crossed the river, and ventured out of the buoys. The opposite site promised a lot of indentations and islands to hide in or behind. One small island in particular appealed to me. It was so small you could barely get out on it, but it had plenty of trees to tie up too, and it would have guarenteed plenty of keel clearance. The girls didn't like it though, so we headed for shore, and ended up in what might have been the best camping spot so far. It was a perfect sandy beach with a steep shore, and when we landed and Karla tied us to a willow, the keel had plenty of clearance. I tossed both anchors out the back, and we all ventured ashore.
It turned out to be an island surounded by a muddy moat. Almost immediatly Karla spotted a huge spider, but Jennys hardcore, and still made flipflops her footwear of choice, while I went with long pants and hiking shoes, and Karla sported steel toed rubber boots. The island was small, and only took a few minutes to explore, but it was only a palm tree away from being something off of "Pirates of the Carribean". We explored the island untill we found the tracks. At first I thought they where from a bird, but Karla pointed out that what ever it was, had 5 clawed toes, and birds usually only have 3 in the front, and 1 in the back. Could it be that we've finally arrived in gator country? Karla took some video, and we returned to the boat just before dark. It was Karlas night to cook, and she got started after I filled the lantern and stove tanks with white gas. She made generic rice-a-roni, and descided to shake things up a bit by not adding the seasoning packets. It definitly changed the meal. I fixed mine with a one dollar bottle of hot sauce I'd bought at a dollar store further up the river, and then I made a cheese cake, and we ate the whole thing. (what? there's no refridgerator for left-overs!) After dishes, the girls cleaned up the boat a little, while I sat trapped at the table (the boat is little). We where expecting company. Drew Bear was gonna fly into Memphis in the morning, and travel to greenville with us. That was one of the few nights as of late, that didn't feature a movie. It was going to be an early morning. We wanted to get to the Marina in Memphis as quickly as possible. Showers awaited!

Oct. 20th - Day 18 - Hickman, KY to Caruthersville, TN

Karla started the day out - we were on our way at about 7:30am! So Wade and I were able to sleep in until 10am, it was so great! I've slept so well every night! I think I've had like 2 unrestful nights the entire trip! Wade's snoring and Karla's heavy breathing doesn't even bother my slumber! haha! I wonder what sleeping back in my bed back at home will be like.... lol

Anyways - enough about my sleeping habits! I took over driving for Karla at 1030 - I took over just in time for the waves and splashes. Go figure. But they didn'tlast long! Got me wet, but by the end of my shift I was all dry again! The scenery isn't as pretty as the beginning - Iwoa was actually the prettiest state in my opinion! Which is wierd becasue I usually hate driving through Iwoa becasue its so flat and boring, but the view from the river is great! There are trees on iether side - I'd rather look at trees than a bunch of houses, so I'm not complaining!

Wade took over at 1pm and he drove until we got to Caruthersville, TN. We arrived there at about 3pm. It was too shallow up by the banks so Karla got out and pulled us (as shown) to a deeper spot so we could all get out without having to wear the big rubber boots! It's super muddy, and it's not fun tracking all that mud into the cabin - ugh! So we were able to tie the boat to land and anchore it off in the back so it wouldn't be pushed too far ashore.

With COTS all set for the night, we grabbed the gas cans and headed into town. We were walking down the street and came to a 4 way corner - unsure of which way we should go we chose left and started walking down - then a man came out of a insurance store and said, "Hey - are y'all lookin fer a gas station?" We told him yes and he continued, "well - you ain't gonna find a gas station that er way. There is a gas station bout a mile down that 'a way. I could give y'all a ride if you'd like - i got a small truck." We took him up on the offer - talk about southern hospitality! It was a small pick up, and only room for 2 people in the cab, so Karla and I got to ride in the bed of the truck! whoo! We got to the gas station and filled up the gas tanks. We trade off paying for gas tanks - so both Karla and I ended up filling up some gas tanks. We went inside to pay and we seriously stood in line for 10min! These people are so slow! lol An example is one guy bought a scratch game, scratched the card at the counter, 'then' moved. Karla and I felt so bad because this guy that gave us a ride was sitting out there waiting! But wasn't much we could do... finally we go through the line and got back in the truck. The man the drove us was very nice, he also gave us a ride to a auto store so Wade could get spark plugs for the motor. He even offered to take us to the grocery store, but we felt bad for as much time as we had taken up as it was! He took us back to the boat, but he went all out and drove us up on the grass straight to where we were so we only had to walk a little ways with the gas cans! Wasn't that sweet of him? I remembered to pray for him that evening! He earned my prayers! lol ;)

After the gas run we were about ready for food - so we walked up to a near Casino and had supper. It was pretty fancy and we lefted stuffed! Found out you have to be 21 or older to gamble in TN, which I found ridculous. Just had to add that... haha!

It has officially been the longest I have ever been without showering.... or washing my hair... I'm not bragging. lol It's horrible! It's been like over a week now I'm sure... We are hoping to be in Memphis on Thursday where there is supposably a marina with shower - can hardly wait!!!

Once we got back to the boat we straightened things up a bit, and got ready for bed and put on a movie. I fell asleep.... again...

By Jenny

October 19th. Day 17 - Cape Girardaeu, MO to Hickman, KY

Much to Jenny's disappointment, we did not wake up at 6 am to go get coffee before we took off but at least we were on way by 8 am. It was a very good day to travel - the sun was shining and it was a little windy, but after experiencing the biting cold of the north winds the south winds we having coming at us now are a welcome relief! Jenny started us off and when its nice out we usually have our wet clothing on a makeshift clothesline strung up from the mast. It was so windy that some of our laundry was being whipped around quite ferociously. We tried to crawl out there to grab it but the waves were so big (4 - 5 feet!!) that we were bobbing too much to get out there safely. Add the constant spray being shot at us as we smashed back down into the waves after cresting a considerably big wave and all we could was mourn the loss of Wade's socks and a couple of dishrags as they fell to their watery graves.

Despite the commotion on the water, Wade managed to make eggs and bacon for breakfast and even attempted cookies. They kept burning, though, so the batter was set aside for calmer waters. I took over for Jenny after a couple hours as she was soaking from the spray and she was freezing. Since the oven was still warm, Jenny (this is the member of our crew that works at a pizza place, mind you) decided to make pizza for lunch! Well . . . you can see how that turned out. =D In her defense, they were sitting in ice water and had thawed considerably. I don't think it could be helped. My shift was much calmer than Jenny's. I took off my jackets and lounged on the bench as a drove to bask in the sun a little. The temperature climbed into the 70's and the wind died down, just because Jenny wasn't driving, I'm sure. Making progress is harder now as the Mississippi is becoming very curvy and snakelike. What we could cover in an hour if it was straight, takes up to 2 or 3 hours going around the loop! When we passed Cario and across the border of Kentucky, Wade took over for me and drove the rest of the day. Wade was also sprayed with a steady stream of splashes, but at least he learned from Jenny's mistake and put rain gear on. At this point, we were used to the monster waves and actually find them to be fun! It's just like Valley Fair! We still aren't willing to venture out onto the front of the boat during these wild rides, as we are now in Aligator Gar territory! Not that I honestly think we would be attacked, should we fall in but it's the concept of them being there that makes us tend to avoid putting our hands in the water at all. We might go fishing for them at some point if we can figure out what we might possibly use as bait!

As Wade drove I worked on cleaning the mud off the boat a bit. The Mississippi mud is like North Dakota clay. Once it gets on something - it cakes and never ever comes off. When we spot on the side of the river at night, we slip on the rubber boots and wade to shore to tie to a tree and just going those few feet puts up to two inches of mud on the bottom of the boots!

Our spotlight stopped working and we vowed to avoid another nighttime hunt for someplace to spend the night, so at 5 o'clock Wade and I started searching for promising anchoring spots. The first spot, behind an island near Hickman, KY, was swarming with barges and tugboats. The GPS showed a small stream across from that particular island, but the GPS lies! There was no stream and it was 5:30 so we were running out of options. We tried nosing in near a parked barge, but Wade didn't like that. Finally, we chose to nose into the shoreline wherever the tree canopy opened enough that our mast wouldn't get caught should the wind or current push us in either direction. It worked! I actually think it was one of our best camping spots thus far. We tied to a tree and moved the front anchor to the back so there were two anchors stablizing from the back in both directions and we wouldn't be pushed sideways into the shoreline. No more sideways washup on the shore with crunching noises and screaming girls, Wade decided.

It was Wade's turn to make supper so we had Mac & cheese with some canned chicken mixed in and two cans of corn. I was stuffed! As we commonly do now, we set the dishes aside for the morning and Wade went outside and was looking at the motor. Evidently when we close the compartment of gas (right in front of the motor) it sometimes disconnects the wires that allows the batteries we have to charge off the motor when its running. That had happened again and Wade was fixing it but accidentally crossed polarity when he put it back together. Seconds later, he opened the doors to come back inside exclaiming, "What the?!" I was doing Jenny's hair at the time and we looked to the door and the compartment beneath it (where the batteries are stored) was billowing smoke! I immediately removed the lid, and the wires on the battery started into flames when the oxygen reached it. Luckily, all I had to was blow on it and the flames went out. Wade ran to disconnect the wires from the motor, Jenny had the fire extinguisher in hand before I had even turned around to grab it in case it flared up again. It didn't, but the wiring all the way from the motor to the battery it was connected to was completely fried. Danger averted! Gosh we have a lot of excitement on this trip. =D We were exhausted! Jenny (of course) fell asleep immediately. Wade and I watched part of Troy to unwind but was too tired to finish the whole thing.

October 18 - Day 16 - Omete Creek to Cape Girardeau Missouri

A sailboat is an excellent vessel for heavy weather. Most of them are made from wood, steel or heavy fiberglass so they're Sturdy and hard to sink. Additionally they have hulls that extend much deeper into the water than other boats, helping them to maintain there headings even when things begin to get (wild). To top it all off and maximize stability, Chicken Of The Sea has a 500 pound hunk of steel that cranks up and down for improved shallow water clearance and stability. Guess what... it's not enough. We are constantly snagging debris with the keel. It seems that atleast once per day someone announces that "there's a weird sound under the boat!" And then I spend about 15 minutes being terrified that I'll have to dive blindly under the boat and yank on what ever it might be untill I'm out of air. I'm guessing it would take six or seven tries if I could do it at all. The other complication is getting to shore. If you've read the other blogs you've probobly noticed we run aground I lot. It's not like we're blindly motoring around where ever we please, oblivious to obstacles. The boat needs a lot of water! And the depth finder that came with it worked when I tested it on land, and then fizzled when it touched water. When we came through lock and dam 27 the current picked up, and the river went from rocks and mud to the stickiest nastiest mud I've ever seen! Last night we gently ran aground and tied up on a muddy bank. Naturally barges passed by and set us rocking every hour, and when we awoke at 7:30, Chicken of the Sea was mired in it like a pig. Karla and I where in the cockpit, and Jenny in bed at the front of the boat, when I first started the engine and tried out reverse. The 8 horse struggled with all its might, but we where lodged. I put on the pre-mudded rubber boots I'd brought that now doubled as cold weather boots, and plopped down in the muck. I lifted and pushed pretty hard, but nothing happened. I asked Karla to move to the back of the boat and tryed again. Nothing. Finally we got Jenny to the back of the boat, started it, and I pushed and rocked it back and fourth while Karla floored it in reverse. Finally and slowly it came loose. We're gonna have to be careful! Chicken of the Sea weighs almost a ton. Anything more than a little stuck is probobly too much. I backed us into the current, then installed the tiller, and attempted to go back to bed while Karla drove, and Jenny blogged, but was jolted awake when Karla hit a log. Oh well, it felt good to be lazy. Actually I was very lazy today. I even read a little. Karla had a 2 and a half hour shift, and Jenny had a 2 hour, and then we where at Cape Girardeau Missouri. So we only covered about 45 miles, but it was an important day. This was the first city we'd come too with the new increased current, and the first town surrounded by flood walls and lacking a marina or city dock. Word is that none of the citys from here on out have any reacreational boating facilitys at all due to regular destructive flood occurences. Jenny got us to town around 1, after a mostly uneventful trip. We passed a few barges and a dredging operation, all of which looked threatening, but all let us through without incident. When we arrived at the city, we observed the 21 foot mural covered flood walls surrounding the city, and absolutly no place to park a boat. We passed a crowd of people and a boat landing with no dock. Knowing how fast the current was, I didn't wanna travel past the city and find out that we had to travel right back up to the boat launch at two miles and hour, so we turned around, and then, fighting the current, we ferried over to the crowd of people on shore, and hovered there with the motor nearly at full throttle, and yelled questions about the town at a man. He yelled questions back, one of them was whether the keel could swing or not. Finally he declared that the boat landing was our best option. We thanked him and motored ahead to the boat landing. It's an spooky feeling approaching shore with the motor at 3/4 throttle till the last few seconds, but that's what it took. Just as we where about to land, group of people came down from the parking lot, and watched as we landed. One man in particular came all the way down the bank to help us land. I'm really inpressed with how easy it is to find a person to help out. We've never asked for help from anyone, but we've recieved plenty. This mans name was Tad Miller. Later he came to be known as Captain Tad Miller. It turns out we asked directions from what might have been the only sailing finatic in the city. He'd given us his advice, and then rushed down to the boat launch keeping tabs on how far our walks would be to each amenity he thought we'd find useful. As we tied up he asked the usual questions as his young son Drake (named after the pirate Frances Drake) looked on. He offered us a ride to the gas station which he then informed us was .33 miles away. We accepted, and piled in his old Lincoln. On the way into town he overshot the gas station, and descided to make of tour out of his mistake. He showed us a good restaurant, and the gas station, and much to the girls glee, a coffee shop! (it was closed though and they never got to it.) We went back to the gas station, and filled the tanks with antiquated pumps, and Jenny payed inside a convenience store with more booze than convenience items, and Tad brought us back to the boat to drop off the tanks. Along the way he told us some of his story. At one point he had owned four companys with liveaboard sailboats galore in the carribean. Tad was a big time sailor, and I would have liked to talked to him more, but he and Drake had to leave for Branson (Tads home town), so he drove us to the grocery store, and asked only for a postcard in return for his kindness. We descided to put off grocery shopping untill after we'd had some lunch. Well I did anyway. My plan was met with some resistance. The girls didn't wanna walk down the hill to the restaurant and then back up again afterwards for grocerys. It was about a five block hike. I just didn't want our ice to melt while we looked for a restaurant and ate. After some explanation they saw things my way, or atleast conceded, and we went restaurant hunting. Tad had recomended a cajun place, but it turned out to be a bar too, and it smells like they still allow smoking in Missouri bars. So we went down the street to the restaurant brewery (I know, it really doesn't sound like an improvment does it). The brewery was actually a pretty nice place with awsome food. I tryed their honey wheat beer, and wasn't thrilled with it but the food made up for it. Afterwards we hiked back up to the grocery store, and resupplied. The woman at the counter took one look at us and asked if we where related. Karla explained and the woman said she would have bet we where siblings. Apparently our eyes are the same? Must be the scandinavian influence. Next was a long uncomfortable hike back to the boat with bags (10 cents each I might add!) cutting into our fingers. It was 4 oclock by then, and we've vowed to stop motoring at five since our spotlights dead, so we descided to spend the night at the boat launch. The girls put everything away, and I retied some of our anchor ropes, and then pretty much just watched them work since there was no room for me to help, and then we walked back into town looking for coffee. Well they closed at 3, and it was after 6 by now so that plan fizzled. I still needed a spotlight bulb, but the nearest hardware store was 10 miles away acording to Garmin, so we got icecream and headed back to the boat. As we approached the boat, there was a van and a bunch of men pulled up as close to our boat as they could possibly get. I must admit I was concerned. They saw us coming, but didn't seem concerned, and when I got there I was relieved to find that they had lawn chairs set up and where fishing. We just walked right past them to the boat. I blogged for awhile and then it was time for a movie. (Die Hard 2 finally! But I fell asleep.)

Oct. 17 - Day 15 - Kimmswick, MO to Omete Creek, MO

Slept wonderfully - especially after going through the whole St. Louis disaster! (Karla left out a ton about last night - it was horrible!) Karla and I woke up around 8:15, Wade was already up and getting things ready for the day - what a trooper! We gased up, filled the water jugs, cleand the boat up a bit and then went to pay the lady who ran the marina. She warned us that from here on out we were on our own - we had 2 options:

Option #1 -we could go down the Mississppi like originally planned, there would be no more marina's or docks from this point on (the current gets so strong that the river just tears down the docks), there was no easy way to get into town, we'd have to climb up levys with our gas cans, hike into town, someone would possibly have to stay with the boat if there was no place to tie it to, we would travel faster tho with the current, almost guarenteed 10mph - probably more, and the Mississippi was another 1000 miles to the end.

Option #2 - we could take the OH and KY rivers down to Mobile, AL, it was said to be a prettier route, marina's the whole way down, and 300 miles shorter than the Mississippi, but going on those rivers would put us against the current and our top speed would probably 5mph.

So that gave us something to think about... and argue about. lol But the deciding factor was to remain with our original plans. This way we get home faster! I miss home. :(

Continuing on our way - Wade took the morning shift, there is a lot of junk in the water now, mainly logs all different sizes we have to be careful not to hit the bigs ones. The waves are increasingly larger too! But they are kinda fun to go over! Just not when they are So big! haha!

Karla took the afternoon shift and took us down this little channel - I'm not sure what she was thinking.... how she thought it was the right way? I have no idea. lol But we didn't get into it far before we saw a drop off ahead and Wade took over to get us outof there! He pulled an incredible stunt called "turning around" lol

I took the evening shift, so this is where I must add - we have a new champion for top speed! ME! haha! Got up to 11.9mph!! Go me!!

We were sure to have a spot picked out for camping early, we stopped on a muddy bank just outside of the main channel, we stopped about 5pm - no more driving in the dark crap! Plus, our spotlight died, so we'd be sitting ducks in the dark. :(

I made supper (chicken and rice with green beans!) We played a dice game which wade had never played before and ended up dominating us at. After several games of that, we put on a movie where again, I fell asleep in it.

By Skipper

October 16. Day 14 Lock & Dam 25 to Kimmswick, MO

I'm pleased to finally say that we got off to a relatively early start today! Our harrowing adventure the night before just trying to find someplace to sleep left us exhausted after being so nervous for so long and we all slept well. Jenny continued to sleep as Wade and I pulled anchor and went back to Lock and Dam 24. They STILL decided to not listen to their radio again today, but there was a barge in the process of coming out of the lock so we hung off to the side and waited to be noticed. When the barge was finally through, we were hailed on in at long last. No one bothered to throw us a rope, which we are accustomed to now and just clung to whatever ladder on the inside that we can find, and no one bothered to come talk to us. Just as well - they would have gotten a lecture in basic use of radio "communication" - you listen to the message and then you respond.







As is common with me in the mornings (and throughout the day, as a matter of fact) it wasn't long before I was starving. Wade took over for me while I made french toast, did the dishes from the previous night and then took over for Wade. The current is a lot stronger now, and the one thing all of us have really noticed when we take the tiller is that the eddies push us around. Eddies happen when the current slackens suddenly or even reverses direction due to obstuctions or flow patterns. It's really kinda eerie being thrown about, but so far they haven't been a problem. My picture is where the river was crazy with the underwater currents/eddies. It's hard to capture in a picture, but hopefully you can see the changes across the water surface and just trust me on the rest. I went for a couple hours or so, and went through Lock 25 and 26 without incident besides accidentally dousing myself with fuel as I tried to fill the tank. One of the attractions I hope we get to stop at, when and if we make up for our lost time, is the riverboat casino. We've seen a ton but this multicolored one took the cake for attention grabbing! I was freezing a short time later so Jenny took over for me.








She wasn't driving long before she called on us for assisstance. She saw the beat up "Canal - All Boats Enter Here" that you see before you. She wanted to know if that's where we wanted to go.




Well, at first glance both Wade and I assumed it to be a marina of some sort, a short time later though, we learned otherwise. Jenny continued on her way another two miles and we heard her squealing in excitement when she beat my record of 10 mph by reaching 10.5 mph, before she called out for us again, this time for a bridge. I came out and looked it over and decided we would have no trouble clearing it, when we both noticed a sign posted in large letters on the front of it. "DANGER! DAM BLOCKS RIVER!" A quick panic as jenny rushed to throw the motor in reverse and I searched for maps to tell us what in the world we were facing. Turns out it was a low water navigation dam not recommended for any boat use. Quite frankly, it looked like it dropped off like a waterfall so we hightailed out of there back toward the poorly posted, almost fallen over canal sign. Getting back was an ordeal (for Jenny, anyway, hence the picture) as going back upstream, toward the current our top speed was 3 mph, the eddies were tossing us all over, and it started to rain again... Got there eventually, though, and we were back on the right track! The cannal lasted only about 5 miles as it bypassed the dam, and it was a little narrow in proximity to the barges when we had to pass them but we made it through.







Finally finished dealing with the Lock and Dams at the end of the cannal! 27 was the last one - glad they're over! Once we left the cannal, it was Wade's turn to squeal in excitement as he broke the newly set speed record at 11.3 mph. Along with faster - there's a lot more waves too. I haven't felt ill due to the motion since the third or fourth day, but I felt it coming back as we bounced our way towards St. Louis. One of the first sites we saw was the St. Louis arc - all lit up. What we really wanted to see was a marina, but no such luk. We went on and on for hours! But still nothing. We had to pull out the spotlight again, even though we vowed the night before that we would not be travelling in the dark again. There was debris everywhere and even more barges! The current was at the fastest we have yet seen it and the buoys are spread at such far distances that it's hard to see them and we frequently barely missed logs and who-knows-what-else that was sticking out of the water. At one point, we did hit a log and it got caught on the rudder. Very scary feeling - having that drag and the noises were just awful! Wade threw it into neutral and we took over keeping straight as he leaned out over the back to dislodge the log.
It took us more than an hour and a half in the pitch black to finally find a marina (and we decided we needed to stay at a marina because the current was so high, and the banks so log-ridden that it would be unsafe to try what we did last night. At long last we arrived safely at Hoppies Marina in Kimmswick, MO.

The owners were already asleep so we will try to talk to them in the morning about pay. We met a fellow on a big 'ol cruiser that passed us earlier at the docks and he went down the whole Mississippi previous to us! He wasn't full of good news. He said it was, "the wild west from here on in" and "you don't get any help after this". He actually suggested taking the Ohio River to the Kentucky River and coming out on the coast at Mobile, Alabama. Some of the crew is considering this course of action, but we'll see what tomorrow brings. . .