The above photo is one of the reasons that Clint and I love cruising (even though we are beginners for sure…I know, ask us this question in a year, right?). For us, there is nothing like waking up to a view of one of God’s most beautiful gifts to mankind, water. The birds making a pristine landing into the glistening water, the fish making swirls as they find their morning meal, the sun slowly lifting it’s head from beneath the horizon, it doesn’t get much better. We add the human element of coffee and whalah, a perfect morning!
We head out in calm waters, 28 miles to the Guntersville Dam. I can hardly contain my excitement after yesterday’s locking through…
Skies are still cloudy, the sun peaks through on occasion, more a tease than anything else. The temp is rising, but moving through the water at 29 mph and the mid window cracked for a breeze, it was still chilly topside. I’m not wearing my coat for looks.
Winds are calm, lake is calm, I climb to the bow, drop the fenders and we head into the lock with no problems. Rope around the bollard, we’re set, the whistle blows and Barefootin’ begins its 37 ft. decent.
Locking through today was a breeze, I could’ve taken a nap up there it was so calm and uneventful. I was one grateful Rear Admiral!
We exit the lock and I put the fenders back in their holders, finish with the other “lock through” chores, walk back down the side of Barefootin’, step down and get back inside.
We move slowly away from the dam, and finally we are off again. Next stop Decatur. Another marina, River Walk, to explore.
We go under the U.S. 31 Bridge and take an immediate right into River Walk. Calling the marina, we speak to Steve, the owner, and he comes over to meet us. Nice guy and he also owns “The Hard Dock Cafe.” Reminds us of FloraBama on Perdido Key, FL. It opens at 3 p.m. so we will miss it this time through, but we know we will be back, by water and by land. Our plan is to stop back by on the way back home, for dinner. Maybe some friends will head down to Decatur and meet us there. : ) Hint, hint.
Now, I’ve got to remind you, you can’t judge a book by the cover. This was the dockage from hell…a story to be told over a drink, no, a few drinks. (maybe a good story for our first “ho-down” at The Hard Dock Cafe on our return trip, huh?) And, the odd part to the story is, guess what? The Captain and the Rear Admiral were totally innocent! Before we were so nicely docked and hooked up as you see above, we were docked four, yep, I said FOUR, other times around the marina…don’t even ask why…unless you have the time for the long version (there is NO short version) of the story.
We decided it was a martini evening after our “ordeal.” But, the rest of the afternoon and evening turned out to be a beautiful. Walked the dogs, ate dinner at the lodge, and relaxed until we both fell asleep.
AND, the dogs let us sleep until 7 a.m. the next morning. Oh, my!!!! (and people say miracles do not still happen!!!)
Today’s question: Have YOU ever ridden on the passenger train that went over the Tennessee River in Decatur? Tell us your story.