Monday, September 22, 2014
We arose to a beautiful day, but knowing that we would be
marina bound. Tim made some eggs
for breakfast, and we settled to wait until 10 AM so that he could talk to the
mechanic at the shop about the batteries, and Kathy could take the courtesy van
from the marina to the grocery and drug stores across the river.
Kathy set out on her journey by crossing the river on a narrow 2 lane
bridge. She was told that if she tried to
walk across the bridge, the local police would issue a ticket. This wouldn't be an issue for Ms. Acrophobia. There was no way she would be walking. Even driving across the bridge was terrifying for Kathy.
But errands needed to be done. So she pressed on with her shopping mission. On the way back, she headed over the bridge tailgating a semi, her eyes fixed on the back of the truck. It helped her some.
A fellow mariner whose boat was also busted came by to chat. He imparted a few words of wisdom: “On a boat, everything is broke, ya just don’t know it yet.” Ain't that the truth.
We finished up our chores, and tried to find a marina for
Wednesday night. We decided on Grafton,
IL. It is a long way off, and we
estimate that it could take us 10 hours.
There are two locks between Two Rivers and Grafton. Passage through each of them could be an
hour, could be two. It just depends.
We had Jiffy Pop for supper, and went to bed. Off to Grafton in the morning.
BackstoryWe had Jiffy Pop for supper, and went to bed. Off to Grafton in the morning.
There is a bit of history to the “Tim is in the well”
saying. We have friends that we met at
our home marina, in Lake City. Mom and
Dad (the Fossums), daughter Liv (a proud age 10), and Trixie the wonder dog.
Trixie is an Australian Shepherd, and herds other dogs and
her people (including us) whenever she can. At our home marina, when Tim is
grinding away to get things done on Sea
Fever, and the Fossums, Kathy, and others are assembled on Stuart and Nancy’s
boat, Grand Cru II, having an end of sailing
day happy hour, we would say to Trixie “Trixie, Tim is in the well. Go get Tim”.
Trixie bounds off Grand Cru II, rushes three slips down to Sea Fever, heads down the finger dock, and
barks until Tim gets out of the well and joins us.
We had the good fortune to take care of Trixie in our St.
Paul home several times over the last couple years. Sometimes it was for a couple of days. Once it was for a week. We weren’t certain that we were going to give
Trixie back after the week of dog parks, walking, and having Trixie nap with
Tim. But as soon as she heard the family Subaru pull up in front of the house,
she was down in the foyer barking in excitement to see her “peeps”, and there
was no choice but to give her back.
We were rewarded for our efforts with Trixie 2, heretofore
called T2.
Trixie waiting to leave on the Great Adventure |
Trixie reading a page in the upper Mississippi chart book |
Listens to the marine radio...
Trixie hailing Lock and Dam #19 |
Trixie helping Tim keep Sea Fever in the channel |
You will see more of T2 as we continue our adventure.
Woo Hoo - we made the blog! The real Trixie is curled up on the couch patiently waiting for someone to give her love. That is the extent of her energy output. T2, however, appears to be a real working dog. What a good girl. Be safe; be well!
ReplyDeleteAll looks and sounds wonderful. The river life is treating both of you, and T2, quite well. All the best in all things...
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