It was bound to happen sooner or later, but after weeks of fast locking it seemed so trivial. We'd forgotten was real tow traffic was like. Today was a harsh awakening.
Bound for Paducah, Kentucky (one of my favorite boating stops) we knew we had to get through the Kentucky Lock. When we called the marina they even warned us, saying we'd better check with the lock to see if we'd even get through today. "They aren't all that friendly to PCs." We took his advice and called. Sure enough they were breaking down one tow while we spoke, then had another behind that. Didn't sound great to us.
|The tow, waiting to get into the lock.|
The disadvantage of going to Barkley was that we probably wouldn't get to Paducah. The big advantage was a handy and lovely anchorage right beside the lock. We decided to head that way, drop anchor, chill out, eat some second breakfast/early lunch, and maybe take a nap. Besides, it would take an extra hour just to get there. We did all that (sans the nap, which was just lucky wishing) all the while being buzzed by weekenders out enjoying their Sunday.
|It isn't very clear from this pic but the|
Cumberland River was full of dead fish.
Turns out migrating Asian Carp get
caught in the dam's turbines and, well, you know.
|The island on the left is where we're headed|
to anchor out. These cells have seen better days.
Alas, the AIS messed with me and the tow was still in the chamber. We stood station for the rest of the time before we were invited in, about another hour. All told, we spent 3 hours waiting for the lock.
Once we reached the Ohio river there were a couple of anchorages available. We picked the most protected (from river traffic, of which there will be quite a bit throughout the night) and tossed the chain.
Paducah is down river about 15 miles from us now. That was a longer journey than we wanted to take today and in the wrong direction tomorrow. From here to Pittsburgh, it's all uphill. About 900 miles.