We got underway around 8:30. About 3 miles from the next lock, Hannibal, we hailed them. He replied, "Are you past the regatta?" We of course had no idea what he was talking about. Turns out the Coast Guard had the river closed for two miles between us and the lock. Once we cruised around the corner we could see big red buoys between us and the dam. The Coast Guard then hailed us and explained there was a regatta scheduled between 9 am and noon, at which point there would be a break and we could traverse the river at that time.
|Take the dog to the little island,|
snap an awesome pic of the boats.
We head for it, Russ gets a line on one of the timber heads, and I start sidling inQuest next to the wall, all of which was absolutely perfect -- no wind, great depth...
Then the Coast Guard hail us again. They want to know how fast we can traverse the area. I told them 15 minutes. They said, "Go."
|We spied a groundhog in Wheeling.|
It's such a shame. The regatta happened in the town of New Martinsville, which also has a town wall/dock. It would have made a lovely stop, then we would have gotten to see the regatta. But not only was the old lock wall not on any of our documents, the town dock wasn't either. We didn't know they were even options. Largely that's because few do what we're doing, even fewer bother to note what's here. So we really are pioneers.
While cruising we were hailed by people who live in Moundsville, traveling the other way. They recommended we stop there, telling us which of the town docks we could use. They even offered to led us their car when they got back later that day. Sadly, when we got there we couldn't really make out the spot they recommended, so we went on our way.
We docked in Wheeling, on their town wall. As soon as the lines were secured, it started to rain. Serendipity!
Total Lock Count: 24