Our journey today will be short. One lock and dam (John C. Stennis)
immediately outside the marina, and then 35 miles ‘til Pirate’s Cove. We
readied the boats, and our boat buddy, Jeff called the lock to see when we
could lock through and we found there would be no delays, so we hustled our way
out of the Columbus marina and headed toward the lock.
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| Goodbye Columbus |
The lock was filled with water hyacinths, and Sea Fever
looked very ethereal floating on the bed of flowers. Pretty though it was, we were concerned that
the vegetation would get sucked up into our water cooling system. We were lucky, though. The patch of flowers separated and we made a
clean get away.
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| Leaving Stennis lock |
The trip to Pirate’s cove was uneventful, which is
good. We did see some pretty fun
stuff.
Back home, and in the world of cell phones, it is almost
impossible to find an old fashioned telephone booth. The last one I remember was on Selby and
Farrington in St. Paul before that area of town became gentrified. The story about the phone booth was that
whenever the authorities would cut the line from the phone to the receiver, it
would magically get fixed so that street business could go on as usual!
Well, here we are, tooling down the river, and there, in
what must have been a campground, was a phone booth! Seemed strangely out of place!
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| Calling all boats |
We saw turtles sunning themselves, and a flock of Coots.
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| Coots |
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| Coppertone, anyone? |
We arrived with motors intact, to a pretty little cove, and
headed into the marina. Brisa went first, and when Elizabeth stepped off the boat
onto the finger dock to tie up, the dock wobbled precariously and made a loud
screeching sound. In one of the guide books, the marina was touted as having
new docks. They probably have them, but
they were not in the water!
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| The docks (all of them) at Pirate's Cove |
We paid our slip fee, and hunkered down for
the night.
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| Sea Fever and Brisa |
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