There's the picture of Nial at the hel m in Mobile Bay (accidentally ommitted in previous entry).
The marina view is Demopolis Marina, at sunrise. In the background is the Tombigbee River, with Demopolis Lock just about a mile downstream.
On the way to Coffeeville Lock, a couple of days ago, it got a little warm, as this photo of my indoor/outdoor thermometer shows the bad news. Jo would have loved it. Nial almost melted butwas pretty good about toughing it out and not complaining.
Wed. we got caught in a summer squall on the river, with heavy rain, lightning and ferocious wind gusts. Fortunately, we were following behind the tug Bobbie Jo James and were able to follow his lights when there was nothing else to see. I was in radio contact with the tug captain and he was very helpful about staying in touch with us and guiding us through the storm. It lasted about 1 1/2 hours. One gust (about 50 mph) spun the HUCK around and I briefly lost sight of the tug. Nial pushed open the windshield, letting in buckets of rain, but allowing me to relocate the tug and get back in her wake. Right about sunset, at our chosen anchorage, the tug captain blinked his deck lights several times, signalling that we had arrived at the anchorage.
The weather cleared just in time to see a beautiful red post-sunset sky while we dropped our anchor. All's well that ends well.
The marina view is Demopolis Marina, at sunrise. In the background is the Tombigbee River, with Demopolis Lock just about a mile downstream.
On the way to Coffeeville Lock, a couple of days ago, it got a little warm, as this photo of my indoor/outdoor thermometer shows the bad news. Jo would have loved it. Nial almost melted butwas pretty good about toughing it out and not complaining.
Wed. we got caught in a summer squall on the river, with heavy rain, lightning and ferocious wind gusts. Fortunately, we were following behind the tug Bobbie Jo James and were able to follow his lights when there was nothing else to see. I was in radio contact with the tug captain and he was very helpful about staying in touch with us and guiding us through the storm. It lasted about 1 1/2 hours. One gust (about 50 mph) spun the HUCK around and I briefly lost sight of the tug. Nial pushed open the windshield, letting in buckets of rain, but allowing me to relocate the tug and get back in her wake. Right about sunset, at our chosen anchorage, the tug captain blinked his deck lights several times, signalling that we had arrived at the anchorage.
The weather cleared just in time to see a beautiful red post-sunset sky while we dropped our anchor. All's well that ends well.
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