Kenney and I were having a debate (argument?) something about anchoring when we looked up at the chart plotter and we both said "this is it, our anchorage for the night", we had to pull in to the lower end of an offshoot of the river. The guide said it would be calm and anchor in 6 to 7 feet. With the river high we figured maybe 12 feet. What we found was 18' and deeper, so we stuffed ourselves right up against the island in about 15' and quite a bit of current. We had to throw out a stern anchor to starboard, so the boat wouldn't swing into the island. The current was a little strong for my liking but I felt we were sitting well for the night.
Daylight showed that the river fell at least two feet and the current changed so both anchors were very taught at about a 30 degree angle pinning us towards the shore. I way didn't like this. After failed attempts to retrieve the stern anchor (current forcing us towards shore) we buoyed the stern anchor and threw it over the side. That let us power up to the main anchor and retrieve it and then go back with a boat hook and pick up the other one.
Shortly after leaving the anchorage we were going up the Ohio against a 2 knot current. We were still making forward progress of about 5 MPH. I don't have a picture of our first anchorage on the Ohio, but it was peaceful in a power plant and cement factory way, lights and noise but safe and calm.
Another half day of upriver on the Ohio brought us to within 30 miles of the last dam up to the lakes. If we went for it we would be there after dark so Captain Kenney made the call to sit it out. This was one of those PERFECT anchorages, Pure silence and nothing but nature. This was the sunrise of our last day getting to the lakes.
Early morning on the lower Cumberland River. It was an awesome morning.
We acquired a vibration somewhere in the drive train coming up the Ohio, here Captain Kenney digs in the lazzerette to put his hand on the rudder post while I reproduce the vibration.
It didn't feel like it was rudder.
Plenty of birds, here are a couple of brave ones that stood their ground as we came by.
Approaching the last lock up to Barkley Lake. A 57' rise in the lock.
Waiting for the doors to finish opening so we could enter the big box.
Doors in front.....
Doors in back closing. Were all alone in the big box.
After we leveled out at lake height the doors opened and we went another 1/4 mile to the marina. Hot showers, awesome meal out.
This is where "Pahoo" and I parted. I wish my friend all the best for his travels to the Gulf of Mexico on his own. He may be calling me again for the overnight passage in Florida which will get him to Tampa. Deep down, I hope he finds that he can do it on his own as he learns how to handle his lovely little boat.
Melted glass center piece by Bicky, white roses left over from last weeks tenth wedding anniversary. Her kiln is a serious contender for attention. Not everything she puts in the pot comes out as she wants. Molten glass has quite a few peculiarities that she is just thrilled to be learning. The beep, beep and click, click of the kiln timer is never quiet for too long.
The person who comes closest wins a non paid all expence visit to work in my attic with
Kenney and I were having a debate (argument?) something about anchoring when we looked up at the chart plotter and we both said "this is it, our anchorage for the night", we had to pull in to the lower end of an offshoot of the river. The guide said it would be calm and anchor in 6 to 7 feet. With the river high we figured maybe 12 feet. What we found was 18' and deeper, so we stuffed ourselves right up against the island in about 15' and quite a bit of current. We had to throw out a stern anchor to starboard, so the boat wouldn't swing into the island. The current was a little strong for my liking but I felt we were sitting well for the night.
Daylight showed that the river fell at least two feet and the current changed so both anchors were very taught at about a 30 degree angle pinning us towards the shore. I way didn't like this. After failed attempts to retrieve the stern anchor (current forcing us towards shore) we buoyed the stern anchor and threw it over the side. That let us power up to the main anchor and retrieve it and then go back with a boat hook and pick up the other one.
Shortly after leaving the anchorage we were going up the Ohio against a 2 knot current. We were still making forward progress of about 5 MPH. I don't have a picture of our first anchorage on the Ohio, but it was peaceful in a power plant and cement factory way, lights and noise but safe and calm.
Another half day of upriver on the Ohio brought us to within 30 miles of the last dam up to the lakes. If we went for it we would be there after dark so Captain Kenney made the call to sit it out. This was one of those PERFECT anchorages, Pure silence and nothing but nature. This was the sunrise of our last day getting to the lakes.
Early morning on the lower Cumberland River. It was an awesome morning.
We acquired a vibration somewhere in the drive train coming up the Ohio, here Captain Kenney digs in the lazzerette to put his hand on the rudder post while I reproduce the vibration.
It didn't feel like it was rudder.
Plenty of birds, here are a couple of brave ones that stood their ground as we came by.
Approaching the last lock up to Barkley Lake. A 57' rise in the lock.
Waiting for the doors to finish opening so we could enter the big box.
Doors in front.....
Doors in back closing. Were all alone in the big box.
After we leveled out at lake height the doors opened and we went another 1/4 mile to the marina. Hot showers, awesome meal out.
This is where "Pahoo" and I parted. I wish my friend all the best for his travels to the Gulf of Mexico on his own. He may be calling me again for the overnight passage in Florida which will get him to Tampa. Deep down, I hope he finds that he can do it on his own as he learns how to handle his lovely little boat.
