The plan: We were docked on a t-head. The next t-head over, just 150 feet away, was the fuel pump and pump out. We don't really need either at the moment, but "a bird in the hand" type of thing. Remember I was singing the praises of our low draft boat?
The story: Right away I could feel things weren't quite right. Trying just to edge off the t-head I felt resistance. I couldn't move forward with ease, nor out. We pushed off hard, hoping there'd be more depth in the channel. My gauges were blinking, giving me bad readings, and we churned up mud everywhere. So we bagged. Just not gonna happen.
|This is what our AIS looks like|
We are the green boat.
All the yellow boats are tow boats.
No, it's not normally packed like this!
All day the skies were threatening with rain and storms. Personally, I'm thrilled to see them. Once this front moves through we should be getting cooler temps, by a 20 degree drop.
As we sidled up to the Huntington free wall the rain started. Almost perfect timing.
Total Lock Count: 21
|Lots of walled towns along the river.|
Has a European feel to them. This is Ironton.