Put the brakes on in Alabama

October 24

Our friends Milton and Julie left us on Tuesday and prior to that our other Looper buds Carey and Keri had only been able to visit a short time. Carey is a terribly interesting fellow. He worked for Trojan BOATS (not the other thing, filthy mind!) a boat manufacturing company for a time as well as Chrysler Motors. We were having a discussion about our diesel engines one evening and he came up with a great example of torque. You have all heard of this measurement of power but not all of us know what this measurement actually is. In Carey’s terms, it is the energy required to break the seal of a stuck jar of pickles. Horsepower is how you measure how fast you open it once the seal is broken.


Captain Obvious, ya gotta love him!

When we got to Demopolis we were anxious to get started again to get to Mobile Bay and beyond. Our plan was/is to get to Fort Walton, Florida where we will leave Whisky Business for a week or so to get home to vote and celebrate our daughter’s birthday. Rain and thunderestorms were forecast for yesterday and today.
This is the system that passed through last night. Fortunately we had moved WB into a covered slip earlier in the day. About 3 O’clock this morning…
It sounded like this. Have you ever slept in a home with a metal roof?

There is a tropical depression forming in the Gulf that is expected to form into a hurricane so here we sit, probably till the middle of next week.

This image if from the NOAA and it shows the broad path of the approaching weather. Hurricane season lasts till November 30th so proper planning is neccessary to insure the safety of the crew and WB. When we came through this area in 2018 Hurricane Michael had devastated the Florida panhandle a month before my brother Jim and I came through in late November. If you scroll back through those posts from 2018 there were numerous photo’s of buildings covered in blue tarps and LOTS of boats cast up on shore or on docks in marinas.

So here we sit. Saturday. There is not a car rental agency open on the weekend as far away as Tuscaloosa. We thought we would grab a car and come home for a few days while waiting but no chance.

“Like a big ‘ol drunk rock”

October 21

At 7:30 Julie emerged from the forward stateroom and when asked how she slept, the title of this post was her response. These 2 folks are full of these gems. Last night while pouring his last bourbon for the night, Milton was asked if he was having a good time. “I haven’t had this much fun since the pigs ate my baby brother”. It’s gonna be different without these guys on board for entertainment.

Listening to favorite songs last night and Julie came up with a winner.

Today (Wednesday) was spent on maintenance and chores. The Schaeffers left at 9 so by 10 I was in the engine room changing the oil and filters on the 2 main engines and the generator, a 3 hour task. Not terribly difficult as there is a pump that is connected to all 3 diesel engines which allows me to draw the spent oil out of each engine and then also fills each engine. Not very fast. It could/would go faster if the oil was warm. Problem is, that would mean the engines would be warm too. Warm engine rooms are a bit above 100 degrees. So there I sit, in the confines of my engine room waiting for the engines to drain 12 gallons of oil and then refill 12 gallons of oil. Should not have to deal with that task again for awhile. The “Cummins Whisperer” recommends 200 operating hours between oil changes on the main engines and 100 on the generator. We took on 250 gallons of fuel upon our arrival and I just added 100 gallons of fresh water to our water tanks.

Debbie spent the day stripping the beds and remaking them.

The bed in the forward cabin is wedged into the “V” of the bow. Making the bed in the front of a boat is a royal pain in the behind as you can’t walk all the way forward to the head of the bed.
Making the bed in the aft cabin (the back of the boat) is a breeze. One of the “must have” features we looked for when we were shopping for a boat was an aft cabin. If the master were in the front of the boat, it meant when sleeping while at anchor there was constant water slapping the front of the boat. A boat, like a home is a series of compromises.

After I finished with the 3 hour task in the engine room I was in dire need of a shower so I went to the laundry room which also had showers. Started 2 loads, took a shower and while waiting for the drying cycle read up on Jack Reacher as he kicked ass across the West.

When all the chores were finished we just relaxed the remainder of the day.

Great State of Mississippi

October 19

We picked up Milton and Julie on Thursday at Pickwick State Park, just a stones throw from where we were docked at Aqua Yacht Marina in Iuka, MS. A short drive to Shiloh National Park for a very informative tour by Milton. An early battle in the Civil War which left 24,000 dead in 2 days of fighting. An interesting footnote to the Civil War, more soldiers died from toothaches becoming septic than gunshot wounds.

Some photo’s:

The 2 photo’s above were inscribed on 2 sides of the above statue with notes written by Privates in the Confederate Army. Moving words.

We got underway around noon on Friday after our brief driving tour of Shiloh Park. The first 30 miles were in a straight, rock lined ditch. Not terribly scenic.

Our first Lock was the Whitten Lock and Dam with a 84 foot drop.

Our view just after entering the lock and tying up to the side.
Our view as the lockmaster opens the doors from the same location in the chamber albeit 84 feet lower.
Tennessee boasts a large timber industry from furniture production to wood pulp for paper manufacture. These great piles of ground up pine will be loaded onto barges bound for paper mills.

There is so much furniture and wood scraps from these operations that the Jack Daniel’s distillery uses wood scraps to generate the heat needed to run their stills in lieu of burning fossil fuels. A few years ago we took a tour of Jack Daniel’s with our friends, Bev and Glenn Glaser and at one point we thought they had taken us to a sawmill. There were huge piles of scrap wood and wood pulp, all being moved on to a conveyor by front end loaders. We were surprised to learn it was the power plant for the distillery.
As I stated earlier, the first 30 miles on the Tombigbee is pretty much a straight line along a rock lined ditch. Julie spent the time spanking Milton in Cribbage.
This is a spreadsheet I had prepared on our first/last Loop showing mile marker info on the left of the page and marina’s, anchorages and locks along with their phone numbers. On a river where there is a lot of barge traffic it is wise to phone the lock for instructions instead of using the VHF radio. Often the lockmaster will give info not intended for the ears of the tow arrays. Also noted on the apreadsheet on the far right is whether or not the listed marina has a courtesy car. A great feature for those traveling by boat, courtesy cars are available to the transient boater to make runs for groceries or going out to lunch or dinner. Some ar in better shape than others. At Clifton Marina their courtesy car is a 90’s vintage Buick. The filler tube for the gas tank is intact but the support for the tube behind the filler door is long since rusted away. Just like it was 2 years ago when we stopped here. The marina is under new ownership we were told. We were also told they have the same courtesy car. I asked if it had the same shock absorbers as 2 years ago they were long since dead.
Bob Shircliff, you will be glad to know Glen Lineberry is alive and well albeit retired and only visits the marina a few times a week.

We always keep a weather eye out for fishermen as the wake from Whisky Business could/would overwelm a fishing boat. Especially when the guy doing the fishing is standing up in his boat. If you do wake one of these guys a couple of things can happen. They will shoot at ya or they will be waiting for you at the next lock with the Po Po charging you with damaging their boat. Boaters are responsible for damage caused by their wakes.
We traversed 3 locks on Friday and 4 on Saturday. A shot of the dam at the top of one othe locks.
Sunset from our anchorage Friday night. No moon and the stars were blazing. Could see the Milky Way.
Fog was beginning to form on the water and with a slight breeze blowing there would be wisps of fog that would blow over the flybridge of WB. Quite eerie.
Just in front of the fuel dock is the entry channel to the marina. You can see the small green channel markers. The water is pretty skinny here. We found the bottom. Killed an engine. Thank God it’s silty, soft mud. Not looking forward to our departure.
This beautiful custom built yacht ($3M+) has been tied up to this dock for 8 years. Probably sitled in place by now. Owner pays the dock fees annually so here she stays. Pretty sad. Not sure if it’s health issues but this gal needs a new captain.
Allow me to introduce you to David Lee Sanders, a college buddy of Milton’s who practices law in Columbus, Mississippi. David spent his whole Sunday giving us a guided tour of the antebellum town of Columbus. There are some beautiful antebellum (pre-Civil War) homes in this lovely little town.
President Andrew Jackson once gave a speech from the balcony of this home.
Just can’t imagine what it would cost to maintain one of these beautiful homes.
David took us down the Three Legged Road where there was quite a stand of Cypress trees. The pointed growth are called “knees”. They grow up from the roots of the big cypress tree in the center of the photo. Ever heard of a cypress knee before? Neither have I.
Went to a pretty cool restaurant for lunch and abouot 200 yards behind the restaurant was a tree with an active eagle nest. That nest had been there for over 20 years. I was told that eagles will use a single nest their entire lives.

What David calls a “dive bar”. He and his friends meet daily at 4:30 for adult beverages.
Wonder why this sign says “at Louisville in Kentucky”?
Local vodka distiller.
Great group of fellows. Fella in the PING hat was funny as hell. This group is comprised of a former CFO, CPA’s, an attorney, all very successful guys.

Columbus, MS is the home of our current Memorial Day. In 1866 four local women decided to lay flowers on the graves of unknown Confederate AND Union soldiers buried in the local cemetary. The Atlantic Monthly magazine picked up on this story and the first Decoration Day was founded which went on to be known as Memorial Day.
Way too many of these Unknown soldier graves.

In the early 1800’s there was a beloved Baptist Preacher from Columbus by the name of Teasdale. Upon his passing the community erected the above monument “the grieving angel” in his honor.

After our tour of historic Columbus, MS., we stopped at David’s house for dinner. Did I say “House”? The house was built by David’s father in 1915 and the home and yard make up the entire block. First outdoor swimming pool in Mississippi. David and his bride Mona were such gracious hosts.
Check out this back yard-
Due to the name of our vessel and my past, David told us about a former Mississippi legislator, who in 1952 gave a memorable speech on the floor of the Mississippi legislature regarding the 1952 decision to keep Mississippi dry. Noah S. “Soggy” Sweat Jr. was one of David’s law proffessors at Mississippi State. I have reprinted it here without permission.

“My friends, I had not intended to discuss this controversial subject at this particular time. However, I want you to know that I do not shun controversy. On the contrary, I will take a stand on any issue at any time, regardless of how fraught with controversy it might be. You have asked me how I feel about whiskey. All right, this is how I feel about whiskey:
If when you say whiskey you mean the devil’s brew, the poison scourge, the bloody monster, that defiles innocence, dethrones reason, destroys the home, creates misery and poverty, yea, literally takes the bread from the mouths of little children; if you mean the evil drink that topples the Christian man and woman from the pinnacle of righteous, gracious living into the bottomless pit of degradation, and despair, and shame and helplessness, and hopelessness, then certainly I am against it.
But, if when you say whiskey you mean the oil of conversation, the philosophic wine, the ale that is consumed when good fellows get together, that puts a song in their hearts and laughter on their lips, and the warm glow of contentment in their eyes; if you mean Christmas cheer; if you mean the stimulating drink that puts the spring in the old gentleman’s step on a frosty, crispy morning; if you mean the drink which enables a man to magnify his joy, and his happiness, and to forget, if only for a little while, life’s great tragedies, and heartaches, and sorrows; if you mean that drink, the sale of which pours into our treasuries untold millions of dollars, which are used to provide tender care for our little crippled children, our blind, our deaf, our dumb, our pitiful aged and infirm; to build highways and hospitals and schools, then certainly I am for it.
This is my stand. I will not retreat from it. I will not compromise.”

I am not smart enough to make this stuff up.
Underway Monday morning and we see this old steam ship moored in front of a “new” antebellum home. This old ship was used to remove trees from the waterway.

Great shot of Julie (or Jewelry as Milton refers to her) wearing her famous “Mama’s drinkin’ liquor agin” top enjoying the beautiful weather on the bow of WB.

Our anchorage Monday eventing.

While underway Tuesday Milton told us about the incredible Colonial pipeline that runs from Houston, Texas to New York. Comprised of a 36” and a 40” pipe, this pipeline carries 1.5million barrels (55 gallons) per day of gasoline, diesel fuel and jet fuel.
This is the innocous siet of the Colonial pipeline where it crosses the Tombigbee.

Underway on Tuesday we saw these really cool chalk cliffs, kinda like the white cliffs of Dover in England. In case you were wondering, the white cliffs of Dover are comprised of Kimmeridgean clay that runs under the English Channel, surfacing in the village of Chablis in Burgundy and also the Champagne region. This clay is responsible for the unique character of Chablis and Champagne. Just in case you had an interest.
We made it to Demopolis, Alabama today. The marina there is comprised of 2 parts. This area is from the fuel dock but is completely silted in, hence unusable. We saw less than 2 feet of water under WB heading to the fuel dock.
OK, it’s time for dinner, see ya!

Good Morning Tombigbee

October 16

Good morning all!
Yesterday we left the lovely Tennesse River by turning to starboard on Yellow Creek. This waterway is part of the Corps of Engineers project, the Tombigbee Waterway. The largest C of E project in our country’s history linking the midwest to the Gulf jof Mexico at Mobile, Alabama, allowing commerce (and us) to bypass the Mississippi River.
The first part of our journey yesterday was on glass like water. As beautiful as this river is, at flood stage it can be devastating. The following images highlight what a body of water can do to a shoreline when it rises.
The debris on this hillside? Yep, that was a home once upon a time not so long ago. A similar fate awaits the house in the top left of the photo.
A closer look. Surely this home has already been condemned.
This kind of erosion went on for miles. In many cases homeowners used rip rap to stabilize the shoreline. A temporary fix to be sure because wherever the rip rap ends the water will simply undermine the shore at either end.
Ya think this guy sleeps at night?
Another one bites the dust (or soon will)
We saw lots of examples of these time bombs.

If anybody reading this blog has ties to the insurance business, Debbie and I would like to know how/even IF insurance can bought for a home in a location like this. Please message through this blog. I wonder if these homes are insured.
These homes appear (operative term being “appear”) to be protected, but a river is very patient.
Due to the shape of the hull of Whisky Business she throws quite a wake. If we passed these fellows at our cruising speed of 9 mph, they might shoot at us. ALWAYS slow to idle speed when we approach fishermen. Just good Karma.
Since we got on the Tennessee River we have been traveling upstream, against the current. We are burning fuel as if we were going 9+mph. As we got close to the Pickwick Lock and Dam the current increased to close to 3mph. Doesn’t sound like a lot, but a lot of trawler type boats only have a TOP speed of only 10 mph which means they cruise around 6 or 7mph. If WB had to travel upstream at only 4mph Debbie would kill me!
This bouy is barely hanging on!
Our approach to Pickwick L & D.
A 30 second time lapse video of our ride up the lock and our our trip to the Pickwick state park fuel dock. While there we picked our Looper buddies we met last year. They boarded WB for the short ride to Aqua Yacht Marina.
Haven’t seen this before. In lieu of stairs going down to your dock, the more affluent install a trolley system!
The gang is all here! Milton and Julie Schaefer will join us for a few days while the Garbers (Carey & Keri, hysterical, right!) headed back to Michigan this morning.

Cuba Landing to Clifton

October 14

Overlook of the Tennessee from Clifton.
Absolutely beautiful travel day albeit a little slow. the closer we get to the Pickwick dam the current picks up. We are making turns for 9.5 mph but sometimes we are moving as slow as 7.5 mph.
Check these out. Saw these things at Paris Landing. Found out they are a sort of jellyfish egg sack.
Great day on the river, check out these photo’s:
Dredge. The barge on the left has a device on board that sucks up sand or mud from the bottom and transports it to the barge on the right. It’s done for a couple of reasons, either to deepen a waterway or to harvest the material from the bottom.
Since we are dink-less I took this photo from the aft deck hardtop where we would keep the dinghy. Odd little sucker on the right is our windfinder. When docking this baby tells me where the wind is coming from and how hard it’s blowing.
From the hardtop looking aft (back).
Look how flat the water was when we left Cuba Landing.
Saw some really cool hacienda’s along the way. OK, there wasn’t a double wide to be seen…

Such a beautiful river. After we finish cruising with Whisky Business I would love to get a go-fast boat with a small sleeping compartment that we could truck to different rivers…and go a LOT faster than 9 mph!
Downtown Clifton. The only place in this town to get a beer or drink is at the marina. Downtown consisted of 1 block. This is what a Wal Mart does to a small town. Not even a restaurant.
Tennessee River from overlook in Clifton.
I’ll close with this video.

Waiting for the Fog

October 14

Spent the night at Cuba Landing Marina last night with Looper buddy Wes Litsey and his significant other Amy in a covered slip. No dew to wipe off the boat this morning. Fog will lift by 9 and we can make our 50 mile run to Clifton, Tennessee.
Wes is a real hoot, skin as thick as mine and the bantering never stopped. Great smile that Amy!

Down the dock from Wes’s boat Toscana is his pal Adam and his girlfriend Charmin, yeah like the TP. Think she got teased much growing up?
She has a pretty impressive collection of Jack Daniel’s bottles of which I had never seen, except the Frank Sinatra bottle, which got me to thinking. On board Whisky Business I had a commerative bottle of Jack that I had received about 10 years ago. The honoree was Angelo Lucheissi who went to work for Lem Motlow, who owned the Jack Daniels Distillery before Brown-Forman in 1953. As the story goes, Frank Sinatra and the Rat Pack drank Jack Daniels but it was a wee bit hard to find on the west coast. Angelo became the source of Lem’s whisky for Sinatra and his possee. Sinatra would refer to Angelo as “The Kid”.
On the auspicious occasion of Angelo’s 90th birthday Jack Daniels produced the bottle Charmin is holding. I had received the bottle as a gift from a friend at B-F and brought it on board WB should any of our guests prefer Tennessee whiskey over the bourbon’s we carrey on board. Since it was such a special bottle it seemed only right that it be included in such a fine collection. So now Angelo’s special bottle has a new home.
With the remnants of Hurricane Delta coming in last weekend we decided to kill 2 birds with one stone. On Thursday I made a Dr appointment in Louisville as my back had been acting up for the first time since surgery last August. Debbie and I rented a car and headed home on Friday and I had my visit with Dr Palmer-Ball. He reminded me I am in my 11th year being a senior citizen. Take Tylonol and Advil throughout the day and quit pestering me! Well maybe not in so many words but you get the picture. To relieve the sting we met the Shircliff’s at Stony River for Manhattans and slabs of beef.
These 2 fabulous boats are the power catamarans Gypsies Palace and One Eye Dog. Yep, Larry and April have a dog on board with only one eye. Does not slow that little dog down one bit. Every long distance cruiser carries a “boatload” of spare parts just in case. A lot of the Loop is in out of the way places. You will cruise for miles without seeing any sign of humanity. We planned to travel with these boats on Monday to Paris Landing Marina. After a few hours underway, One Eye Dog has a spike in the engine temperature in one of her engines. Captain Larry goes into the engine room to investigate and is relieved to just find a broken belt on the engine. He, like the rest of us has spare belts. Upon removing the shroud that covers said belt an engine pulley falls apart spilling it’s ball bearings. Ain’t got one of those in his spares. One Eye Dog is a 2 year old Aquilla Power Cat in the $800K-$1M price range with Volvo diesel engines. A busted pulley? Nobody prepares for that. And, on a 2 year old boat one would certainly not expect that. There is not much around Paris Landing Marina for many miles, but they got the new pulley delivered next day (we hope).
After returning to Green Turtle Bay on Sunday we departed Monday morning with 5 other Looper boats. Just south of GTB is a canal that connects the top of Lake Barkley with Kentucky Lake. The image above is where we crossed our wake when returning from the Loop on October 28th of last year. If you scroll down the blog posts to that date in 2019 you will see the same photo only with WB heading in the opposite direction.

Carey and Keri Garber, a wonderful couple we met in Delaware City last year are driving down to Winchester, Tn to hook up with our other Looper friends Milton and Julie Shafer. They are driving over to Pickwick Lake where we will meet for a few days of laughter. A “drunk front” will probably go through the area at that time. Dammit, I had a great photo of Milton and Julie that I cannot find. Julie is wearing a top that sez, “Momma’s drinkin’ liquor again”. Bloody hysterical!

A few photo’s from our cruise down Kentucky Lake and the Tennessee River
this nest is HUGE! Eagle maybe?
Just before 7 this morning I got this text from Wes. Swell fellow.

Green Turtle Bay

October 8

Our first layover as we head to Florida, Green Turtle Bay Marina in Grand Rivers, Ky. There is an attraction in Grand Rivers called Patti’s Settlement that has a restaurant rather famous for it’s 2” thick pork chops. When we crossed our wake here last year we were traveling with 6 other Loop boats and we had them all jonesin’ for a Patti’s pork chop. Alas, they were still closed due to a fire a yar before. Deb called for reservations last night and was told. Our only option was 2:45 this afternoon. We’ll see.
Not a very good photo, but pretty cool nonetheless. We saw this formation a number of times yesterday. A large C130 (C is for cargo) transport plane being escorted by 3 helicopters. Made a LOT of noise.
The above 2 photo’s show our departure from the Mighty Ohio on to the much narrower Cumberland for a 30 mile ride to Green Turtle Bay.

At this point we have traveled 357 miles. We refueled upon our arrival yesterday with 216 gallons. Before bedtime we would run the generator for a couple of hours to recharge the batteries and run it again for a bit in the morning to make coffee and heat the boat as mornings have been a bit cool. Even with running the genset twice daily we are averaging 1.65 miles per gallon. Frankly, that’s pretty darn good for a boat that weighs 40,000 pounds or 20 tons. I attribute this to the rebuilt fuel injectors and having the valves and throttles adjusted. Our engine advisor is a fella by the name of Chris Harden, The “Cummins Whisperer”

Nothing drives Debbie more bat shit crazy than stink bugs (‘cept spiders). Damn things find us anywhere!
Getting 10’000 steps in while traveling on a boat requires a little imagination.
In most lock chambers the bollard (floating device recessed in a lock wall that you tie up to) tends to be deck height for Whisky Business. In the John Muir Lock it was lower than the deck and Debbie was not comfortable with the setup as she feared our loop would slip off. She tied off the lower loop and placed a line on the upper bollard to secure the boat.

The lock chamber walls are covered with little mollusks. If you watch them closely you can see them opening and closing. Yeah, we get starved for entertainment.

Following are some photo’s we took along the way.

Ya learn sumthin’ new everyday. See the verical pole mounted on the front of the barge? The leading barge in all tow arrays have one of these. It is a hard wired depth sounder. Captain needs to know how deep the water is way out in front of him.
There are a lot of rock quarries along the rivers. Here is a huge dumptruck loading a barge with rock.

Loop II, Day 3

October 5

Like Day 1 leaving Louisville we had to wait for the fog to lift this morning Got underway by 8:30.
Turned into a stunning day for cruising. No wind and smooth seas.
Twenty miles from our anchorage we had to lock thru the Newburgh Lock just NE of Evansville, In. Shared the lock wiwth this tug pushing a barge with a crane.
The lockmaster and the captain of this tug were kind enough to wait for WB to arrive. Also let us out of the chamber first.

Life always finds a way…This little guy is growning half way up/down the lock wall.
Came across this dredge. Saw a lot of these things on our previous Loop but never saw one with a barge to catch the dredged up material.
Downtown Evansville. The homme of LST 325, a tank landing ship from WWII.
I suspect it took a while of offload a tank so these things bristled with large caliber guns.
This little guy right here is a remote control for the multifunction display screen. We use it for the autopilot feature. Not so clear in this photo are 2 buttons near the top of the unit. Press the button on the left and the boat will turn 1 degree to the left. Press and hold for a second and it will turn 10 degrees to the left. Same thing with the button on the right. Had to replace the 2 year old batteries today and all was fine. For about an hour. Pressed the right button briefly to get a 1 degree turn to the right and the AP just kept going. Did a crazy Ivan. Had to disable the AP very quickly. Works just fine as long as I leave this little critter alone. May have to reboot with my 3 pound hammer.
Check out how smooth the river is.
75 miles downriver from our anchorage of last night is the town of Mount Vernon, Indiana. Named in honor of George Washington. Got off the boat after 3 days of cruising. Check out this lil’ missy in front of this pretty cool mural.
Beautiful courthouse. Below are photo’s of the monument in the forefront of the courthouse
The landscaping around the courthouse was well cared for.
We were looking for an anchorage for the evening and noticed the town of Mount Vernon had a new, free dock. Called the city to inquire and was told first come, first served. Good thing we were first cuz we pretty much took the whole darn thing.
You may have noticed that there is no longer a dinghy on WB. Ours was 11 years old and leaking air so time for a new one. We are upgrading to a Zodiac dinghy that we will pick up in South Carolina in January. We will have to rent a truck in Florida to pick it up.

I saved the Best for Last
On day 2 we saw 2 eagles on the bank. One flew off by the time I got the camera.
Truly magnificent!

Loop II, Day 2

October 4

Long day, 91 miles to Owensboro, Ky. Ya know, if they ever straighten out the Ohio River…

Got an email from a fellow by the name of Greg Gordon. He took this photo of Whisky Business as we passed Magnet, Indiana.
Thanks Greg!

Most of the day was rather gloomy, overcast, no sun and a lot of wind. White caps even. Fortunately very uneventful. Approaching the Cannelton Lock and Dam we noticed there were 3 tow arrays (barges) in front of us but the lock master informed us there were only 3 fishing boats in the auxiliary chamber and they were gonna wait for us.

These guys just float around willy nilly while we tie up to the wall. The moment the doors start to open these guys are OFF!

There is a movie that Debbie really likes, Talledaga Nights with Will Ferrel. Seen it?
She kept yellin’ at me, “Put the bumper to ‘im!”

We are in a beautiful anchorage behind an island across the river from Owensboro, Ky. Anchored in 12 feet of water and the island protects us from the wakes of tows. Gonna be a very good night for sleeping.
Shot from the bow. Images of the sunset were from the stern. Scroll down.
With the proper medication of course!

The sun began to set while we grilled pork chops and imbibed in a bottle of bubbles.
Check out this wonderful series as the sun set:

Loop II, Day 1

October 3

All systems GO! After almost a year of blood, sweat & tears (AND DOLLARS!) we cast off lines this morning on our next adventure. 2020 will find us getitng Whisky Business to our Florida home, Burnt Store Marina in Punta Gorda. We just love those direct $50 Allegiant flights.
Left Captain’s Quarters Marina just after 8 on what appeared to be a great day to cruise.

Pulled into Harrod’s Creek with just a smattering of light fog on the surface.
Got a phone call from a fellow name of Justin Kidd, Captain of Knot Kiddin’ who did the Loop back in ‘18. He finished when we started our first Loop. He saw our Gold Looper burgee (little flag on the bow of the boat), looked us up on the AGLCA website and gave us a call. Took this great shot as we passed Knights of Columbus on River Road. Looking forward to shaking his hand when we drive home in November to vote.
Pulled into the river and saw this wall of fog. Well, for shit’s sake, the plan was to run 60 miles to our anchorage at Blue River near Leavenworth, Indiana. We noticed upriver at the east end bridge the fog was lifting rather quickly so we turned on the radar, sounded our VERY LOUD horn every 2 minutes and idled downriver for not very long until the fog began to lift.
Looking forward to fist bumping when we return in November to vote.

By the time we got downtown we were greeted with this view.
Fog? What fog??

We then had to wait a spell for a tow array to get through the McAlpine lock in front of us. After that, smooth sailin’
The Ohio is a working river.
Saw these fishermen and slowed to idle speed. The wake from WB woulda capsized these guys.
At first glance ya might think, gee, Debbie is a swell First Mate (Admiral, actually as there would be no Whisky Business without her blessing), she fixed her captain lunch. Take a closer look, she made one sandwich with TWO TOPS and the other with TWO BOTTOMS! It’s not me, right? It’s her, right???
Our anchorage for the night.
Ya gotta love boaters! We had been at anchor for maybe 20 minutes when these 3 groups show up on their way to a bourbon tasting. When they saw Whisky Business from Bourbontown, USA they came a calling. Great folks, they tried to get Debbie and I to go to a bourbon tasting with them. Getting back to WB after dark following a bourbon tasting? On a boat?? We decided to stay put for the night. Great folks!
Great chicken wings for dinner with secret Donnie Kennedy seasoning.
Corn on the cob and one of Debbie’s great salads made for a great meal on the river.