We got a routine: up early, make coffees, walk the dog, and weigh anchor. After we got settled last night another boat joined us at Sumter Creek. Almost insulting, having to share our space with any other boater. We've everything to ourselves all this time.
They were a fast boat and, we believe since it was 2 guys, a delivery. They beat us out by and hour or so.
We had 2 locks today. The first, Devill, was opening for us as we approached. The second, Stannis, we had to stand station for for about 10 minutes. There was extra radio chatter there which made us think they were doing some minor repair or painting.
|Preserved paddlewheel boat, one of the last|
steam powered dredgers on the Tenn-Tom
The trip was uneventful. Again, we had the rivers (and the locks) to ourselves. I think we passed 2 tows headed down river the entire day. We're beginning to think we're doing something wrong.
Side Rant: Mayflies. They don't sting, they don't bite. They just make a frickin' mess. Seems like there is a litany of bugs that do just that: lovebugs, Formosan termites, and fuzzybills (we ran into those in Belhaven). These things have just a few days to repopulate themselves, so they swarm like crazy. Mostly, they hatch, fly around, land on the boat, and die, leaving us to do the cleanup. Oh, and feed the fish.
|Mayflies. For some reason the really like the back patio|
on the top deck. They aren't anywhere else!
Total Lock count: 4