We got up at 6:45 this morning and departed our anchorage at MM366.5. By 8:00 a.m. we were in the Aberdeen Lock. Once again the gates were open and light was green when we arrived. That is seven in a row.
At 11:15, we entered the Columbus Lock, and yes, once again the gates opened as we arrived. So make it eight in a row. During our eight hours of motoring today we only encountered one other boat -- an upstream 50-foot cruiser from Indianapolis. Not a singe barge was spotted. Maybe it's because it's Sunday. Or maybe the economy is that slow. It's just not what I expected.
The scenery was nice, but it never changes much. There are lots of white egrets, blue herons and ducks flying around. A few high clouds had blown in from the east accompanied by strong winds from the southeast. Roy and I both wore long pants and long sleeves until well into the day because there was a little nip in the air.
At 3:30 we motored past the Tom Bevill Visitor's Center with the hope of touring it. It is the museum of the TN-Tom, if you will. We quickly acertained that it was not open. In fact, the docks were in such disrepair that we wouldn't have stopped even if it had been open.
Then we turned up the slough toward Pirate's Cove Marina, our destination for the night. If you've been keeping track, this is our first overnight stay at a marina since we left Chattanooga. When we pulled into the marina, I thought seriously about staying another night on the anchor. I don't want to be uncharitable, but it was a dump. I'll let the pictures do the talking.
We borrowed the marina's courtesy van and drove to Aliceville to find a restaurant. We ended up with a MSG and sodium hyperload at a chinese restaurant with no name. Wow, this yachting lifestyle is rich.
Anyway, we covered 60 miles today and locked through two locks...down to 136 feet above sea level. It looks like we will make Mobile by the weekend, and maybe we can find some civilization there.
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