Lonely Rivers Flow to the Sea

We have finally finished our trek down the river.  Over the last 200 miles we got more and more eager to get to the Gulf and get our mast back. Those last 200 miles had no marinas and no places to get off the boat so we were on board for 5 days.  We couldn't even swim to clean or cool off since there are alligators in the anchorages here.

Reg enjoying lunch while locking through. The bollard makes a great table.

We spent some time with the delivery crew of the Pickwick Belle. 
We rafted to them one night at anchorage and had a movie night.

Just because we can't get off the boat doesn't mean we can't get a workout in!

Many mornings were misty, some were downright foggy. 

They'll be bluebirds over...

... the white cliffs of Alabama?

In some sections there weren't even any anchorages
so we had to use two anchors and
top just to the side of the shipping lane.

Watching the barges approach at night was nerve wracking. 
We called each tow on the VHF and asked them to let other
tows know where we were anchored.

Reflections on a perfectly still river

An anchorage down a creek at the location of one of the original locks on the Tenn-Tom

Last lock!!!