Almost There

Well, we've had a busy few days.

We arrived in Demopolis thinking we'd stay one night.  It hadn't been that long since we last repovisioned so there was really no need to stay. That was until we saw the place.  Kingfisher Marina at the Demopolis Yacht Basin was like a mini resort!  It was a beautiful facility with a wonderful pool. The weather was hot and humid so we stayed and took advantage of it all.  Besides, we wanted to be somewhere where we knew we had a good signal to watch the presidential debate.  Now that was one and a half hours of our life that we'll never get back.  Just saying.

Harley also took advantage of this extra day to install an electric winch for our dinghy.   What a difference that has made!  We can now raise and lower the dinghy with a push of a button.  I feel so lawdy da! 

It was an early morning start when we decided to move on down the, one and only, Black Warrior River.  (Yes, we can now safely say we are on the home stretch!)  Seven boats left the marina at the same time all wanting to catch the Demopolis lock for 7:00 am.  It was a bit chaotic with everyone putting in their requests for port or starboard tie but, in the end, it went well.

The Warrior River is really scenic and probably my most favorite so far.  Again, it is very remote but much more serpentine than what we've become used to.  We can travel 4 miles but, with all the switchbacks, only gain 1/4 mile as the crow flies.   It takes longer to make headway but we are in no hurry as we've received word that our mast will not be delivered to Mobile until the 28th of October.   There's no point getting there any sooner than we have to.

Truly we have not seen any evidence of civilization for two days.  That was until yesterday when we came across Bobbie's Fish Camp.  This is a place on the side of the river and all that's there is a 150 foot dock and a rustic restaurant.  Five boats were already there when we arrived and by the end of the day 12 boats were rafted 4 deep.  One of the boats was a 125 foot mega yacht called Mimi.  That was very cool to say the least!  The restaurant was hopping that night as we all had to experience their specialty... catfish dinner.  All I can say is, I hope those catfish did not come from this river!

Even though it's remote, the Black Warrior River is used for commercial traffic and is not clean at all. 

This morning we went through the last lock.  We are now at sea level and in tidal water.  With no good anchorages or marinas on this stretch, we are presently anchored by a railroad bridge on the side of the river.  Warm and fuzzy is not what we're feeling but we are safe and out of the way...I hope. 

At mile marker 89, we are almost there!  Only 89 more miles to Mobile, Alabama!   I'm almost giddy!  Only two more days!  But more about that......next time.