Well, Graham was able to come home to Nashville for a few days last week since he got to Myrtle Beach about a week earlier than planned. He drove his truck back Sunday morning to meet up with his family for a golf vacation. He said that the sailing went really well and thankfully they missed all the crazy weather! I will let him fill in the details of the trip later on in his own words.
Plus, now it's my turn to sail! I will fly to Wilmington, NC tomorrow (27th) where Graham will pick me up and we will spend a few more days with his family in Myrtle Beach. Then we plan to sail up the coast and stop at various locations along the way. I took a crash course in plotting our course on charts & refreshing my (very tiny) knowledge of sailing skills with Graham last week and will do more once I get to the boat. I'm getting excited to have my very own adventure as "first mate" w/ Captain Stuart ;)
Now back to some time on the TennTom Waterway -
Wednesday - July 23, 2008
A rare treat tonight - COLD BEER! God, I love cold beer. I remember I told Sam (w/ Stomp) that I wasn't buying anymore after I found I had no job....but somethings you can't do without along the River.
9:20pm - Rain coming down, I seem safe in my stupor with a bowl of veggie/beef soup & Radiohead playing. Tied up securely out of the channel is worth every penny but anchoring within 50 ft of great barges passing in the wee hours, holds more spice doesn't it?! Curry can sure cure some Campbell's soup, as can Tabasco. I'm so enjoying my Tabasco bottle opener now that it's opening and not being set off by my radio at TPAC. (it makes music/noise) Reading the book my father gave me ( McIlhenny's Gold: How a Louisiana Family Built the Tabasco Empire), seems perfect for this corridor, loneliness, privation and riches. I think about John, George and Mr. Cox back in Smithville, only 41.5 miles away but seems like eons. Such strong characters in this river mystery. People live everywhere and anywhere. I met two dudes going North at 24 knots average speed-- much faster than my average of 5 knots.
Sights/Sounds along the way --- I now see those kelpish plants which make you feel like you are running through swamp thickets. Figured out the cicadas call was matching the rpm's of my engine and making me think something was wrong with it. Also saw a kid fishing from a pier by a boat launch and thought of Fitz Carraldo for some reason, now that dude had a river trip!
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