About Leigh

I admit to having a spotted past. One of painting lots, then not painting at all. I have worked for an ad agency, a printing company as art director, and have done free-lance and faux finishing work in past years. I have also had my share of non-creative jobs for the sake of survival (and health insurance). Painting was always something I did when I had some spare time. Being a mother took up my most cherished years. Now with children grown, and grandchildren far away, I am taking up my paintbrush and pushing myself to get down to the studio on a regular basis. I'm loving this long awaited time, feeling a bit like I'm exploring who I am - at 60 it's about time. I find myself soaking in whatever subject I am painting at any moment, but I am a people person, so figurative painting is probably my favorite. Each part of life's journey has rewards and challenges. Today, my challenge is to put on canvas the life that I feel so strongly in my heart. Thank you for visiting my blog. Smiling, Leigh

Is This The Life…?

We wake early Friday morning (whether we want to or not…we have Presley aboard, and she demands it).  Clint walks the dogs, I make coffee, we rush around doing all the things one does before taking off on a trip.  I batten down the hatches and we’re ready to head out.

Barefootin’ slowly creeps out and around the docks and alongside the cabins where we make our turn into the river.  We hear yelling on shore and look over to see our friends, Jim and Sue, giving us a “send-off” from shore.

We are so blessed with the greatest friends!

The air, I’m sure you can all relate, is already HOT, we’re sweating.  As the boat picks up speed and planes, we are thrilled to have the breeze hitting us in the face.  As we cruise towards Chattanooga, we continue to be awed by the Tennessee River’s beauty, though we’ve traveled this part many times now.

Cormorants, one of my favorite birds

Tennessee green, as my mom always says : )

My travel companions

We only passed two pontoons and a few bass boats by the time we see Lookout Mountain  ahead of us.

Mackie, checking out the progress we've made this morning.

We slow as we pass through Chattanooga.

The Chattanooga Aquarium

Chattanooga is a town of many bridges, each unique.

We are about to enter waters unknown (to us).  The excitement begins!

The Hunt Art Museum, first time ever to pass it by water. Pretty impressive setting, huh?!

Cruising past town, we begin to see lots of homes on the water, a golf course or two, The Fish House.

Do you remember my favorite part of cruising from our blog on our trip last March?  …you don’t need to strain your brain to figure this one out…come on now…

You guessed it. Locking through! And, here we go again. Chickamauga Dam is less than a mile from us. We're about to throw our rope over the bollard and rise 48' more feet above sea level. Shall I say "fun?"

Well, the locking through actually went fine…it always does now, it’s just the memory of that one “not so fun” locking through that continues to haunt me.

As we head on about 7 miles, we can see the tops of homes at Eagle Bluff, where we’ve played golf.  (talk about a hilly course!)  We take a starboard turn into Harrison Bay.  Soon we are at our destination, Island Cove Marina. Barefootin‘ will be tied up here for two nights.

Time to walk the dogs.  Clint and I both concur no need to leash them.  We’re the lone boat on this dock, what harm could be done.  It’s a pretty lengthy dock so we get into a rather deep conversation as we’re walking towards land, the dogs leading the way.  We are so engrossed in our subject that we stop about midway down the dock, facing each other as we continue our discussion.  (I know what you’re thinking, no, we weren’t arguing.)   ; )

Seconds later, a big splash comes from behind us, where the water is thickly covered with milfoil (an invasive water plant).  We quickly turn towards the splash, but see nothing…except that when we count, we are minus one dog!!  We rush to where the water is still settling and up pops a little black nose, then big brown eyeballs, it’s Mackie wrapped in milfoil.  Clint grabs her and untangles her feet and plops her back on the dock.

After the scare subsided, we both agreed she must have REALLY needed to “go” and just thought the milfoil was solid ground.  Lesson learned.

The dogs walked and safely back on the boat, we view a new friend from the Chattanooga Power Squadron heading towards us on the dock.  We are invited to join them and marina friends for cocktails and hors d’oeuvres at 6p.

Is this the life or what?

1 Friend, 2 Friend, 3 Friend…

After too many months of day trips, 2-3 day adventures and nights spent sleeping at our marina on Barefootin’, we are off again on a longer expedition. This time we’re heading UP the Tennessee River to see what’s there.

As hard as it would be to believe, this morning has been my first chance to start my postings of the events of this trip.  Trust me, there’s nothing boring about boating.

Our adventure began with us arriving at Hales Bar on Thursday afternoon.  Once the air conditioning was going, we turned some music on for the dogs and headed back to Jasper to reprovision for our trip.  We decided we’d run over to South Pittsburgh and enjoy one of Steverino’s salads for our dinner.

We arrived back at the marina, provisioning and walked the dogs.  (isn’t this interesting, HA!)  By then the sun was dropping over the hills across the river and it was time to walk over and join our friends on Fruition for a nighcap.   I stepped up on the ladder and reached, tapping on the window to let them know we’d arrived,  then we climbed the ladder to be greeted by the owners, Sue and Jim.

Now I’m going to tell you a little side story that I think is special.  We went on our last big trip back in March.  As most of you know, I did a post for each day of our journey.  Weeks after our trip had ended, we headed down to Barefootin’ for a few days.  As I was walking down to our slip, there were two people (whom I’d never seen to my knowledge) pulling debris out of the water with nets (I was immediately impressed, seriously).  I was walking by them and they turned and said, “Is your boat that one over there, Barefootin‘?”  “Yes,” I responded curiously.  Then they proceeded to tell me that they had followed our blog which had been posted on the AGLA (Loopers) site.  Amazing, because I didn’t even know it was showing up on the Loopers site and amazing, that strangers had enjoyed my postings.  : )   Since this time, we have become great friends with Jim and Sue.  Their boat, Fruition, is a 48 ft. CHP trawler that is now their home.  …1 Friend, 2 Friend

Okay, on to our first evening before takeoff.   Clint and I settled on the the couch and Jim told us that Betsy would be joining us.  Clint and I have met and talked to her husband, Ken, but we’ve never gotten to meet Betsy.  They are a whole ‘nother wonderful boat story.  (Every boater owner has so, so many interesting stories of their own specific adventures, it’s great fun to hear them, if you like boat stories)  Ken and Betsy’s trawler, created from a lobster boat scheme, was made from scratch by a man in Canada.   He did the basics, Ken and Betsy are completing it still.  (They have the pictures to prove it.)  Point being, cool boat, and another fun story.  (I could go on, but maybe you’ll meet them one day and they can share their own story with you.)


Betsy, Sue and Jim


So, we have cocktails and snacks (I can’t remember how to spell the “fancy” word, forgive me) and met Betsy.  Later, we all walked over for a tour of Betsy and Ken’s boat.  So cool!

…3 Friend.

Duck, Duck, Goose…Pond – Day 11

We head out early, the water is like a mirror in the cove as we pull up lines.  The fishermen are already out as we head into the river again.

he's got a small bass on the hook, about a lb. or so, good eatin'

off we go, into the wild blue yonder!

We’re headed back to Goose Pond, our last stop on our first extended trip on Barefootin’.  Once again, golf is on the agenda when we arrive.

the girls have become true river rats, they are sawing logs as we head down the Tennessee River at 27 knots

more cute cormorants - next camera purchases, a filter and zoom lens

We arrive at Goose Pond in plenty of time to tie up, get our breath and change for golf.  Jeff gives us the courtesy car keys and says keep ’em for the day.  Off for another round of golf.

Daytrippin’ – Day 10

This morning we awake at Wheeler State Park – good sign, as that’s where we were when we fell asleep last night!

Today is a beautiful day and it’s going to be a busy one.  We wolf down some nourishment, then we’re off to try our hand, again, at our golf game.  Thank goodness we play better today than when we were at Pickwick.  (not perfect, mind you, but better)   It was a perfect golf kinda day and we really enjoyed ourselves despite any errors in our game.

At one point, as we were heading to another tee box, I looked over, and lo, and behold, I saw, at a distance, Miss Tiggy Winkle scurrying through the dry leaves! And, I am not sure, but I may have seen a small clothes line with a few dainty handkerchiefs dangling out to dry.

Okay, okay, it wasn’t Miss Tiggy Winkle.  Just a puggie little groundhog, but it did make me think of Miss Tiggy Winkle and her cute ways.

At Wheeler, near where I spotted "Miss Tiggy Winkle"

This friendly state employee gave Clint a ride to the clubhouse to get a golf cart.

I really cannot tell you what Clint is doing in this photo.

Enough said about golf, we turn in our golf cart and pack up the boat, walk the girls, and we’re off.

New cabins for rent at Wheeler State Park.

So long Wheeler, we’re headed up river to Decatur, hoping to try out The Hard Dock Cafe for a late lunch/early dinner.

Enjoying the ride and all the sites

I cannot put into words the beauty and expanse of the Tennessee River.  I am not sure any writer could do it justice.  There is a feel that you get being out on that body of flowing water, it’s calm, it’s spaciousness, the impact of so much nature surrounding you.  It’s more than words can say, it’s something that you must feel for yourself.  It is a feeling I want to carry with me when we have to head back to the farm.  I don’t want to forget this river, ever.

Every mile marker we pass has a bird's nest on it

The L&N Bridge as we enter Decatur

The prize for “Most Personality” on this March 2010 trip most assuredly goes to this railroad bridge keeper.  The man had the cutest southern drawl and the friendliness that I wish all us southerners had.  You cannot talk to this man and not be smiling when you’re done.  Even the second time through, it still felt strange seeing the bridge lift for little ole Barefootin’.

The Hard Dock Cafe at River Walk Marina

We pull in to the Riverwalk Marina and tie up.  Steve, the owner of the marina and Hard Dock Cafe comes down to welcome us.  He informs us that he has told his wife we were coming because she wants to see our dogs.  It’s not long before she shows up, we all talk, they pet the girls, and we talk a little more.  (and I take the girls for a potty walk)  They tell us some of their favorites on the cafe menu and then we say our goodbyes.

The Hard Dock Cafe reminds us of Flora-Bama, down on Perdido Key, run down with loads of personality.  My kinda place.  Since it’s a beautiful sunny day, we choose an outside table looking over the river.  We are quite impressed with the choices on the menu and, decide right then that we will be back to try more of the dinners.  This time we both go for an appetizer.  Clint orders the crab balls (yep, we agree, funny name) and a side salad.  I order the buffalo shrimp and side salad. Both appetizers were really good.  The best buffalo shrimp I’ve ever had, and Clint vouched for his too.   The only downside was paper plates and plastic utensils, but they did go right along with the rest of the decor.

The Hard Dock Cafe opens at 3pm, Wed.- Sat.  On Friday and Saturday’s they have live music.  If you are ever in Decatur and want a place where you can just relax and enjoy, this is your place.

Heading back down to the boat from Hard Dock Cafe, the dogs are in the boat watching for us

Once again, today, we untie the lines and push off.  This time, our destination is Ditto Landing, a marina owned by the city of Huntsville.  Ditto is where we will be bedding down for the night.

It is 4:30 when we leave the Riverwalk Marina and move into the river once again.

To find this marina, we just follow the road signs...

We shared almost half a box of expensive crackers with all the cute ducks where we docked for the night

Peace and quiet at Ditto Landing

The night is uneventful with one exception, no water at the docks.  They had told us that they did have water…the marina worker comes down to apologize the next morning before we leave and only charges us $20 for the slip.

Ditto Landing is being redone by the city of Huntsville.  They are putting in new transient docks and a new marina office and bath and laundry facilities.  It is in a beautiful little cove, so it will be great when the renovation is completed.

There are loads of people fishing here at Ditto Landing.  Little inlets and islands dot the area and it makes for a great spot to bring your bait bucket, lunch and a rod.  I love seeing everyone enjoying themselves so much.  Only problem, the junk they leave behind is disgusting.  I can’t imagine coming to this beautiful spot and leaving my coke bottle and napkin on the ground when I leave.  Why do humans do that!!!?? I truly do not understand people who leave trash or throw it out their car window.

Ditto Landing also has camping facilities and a playground or two.  There is probably much more offered than what I saw.  I was limited to what was between us and the showers.  Too pooped to do any real exploring.

Sweet dreams all!

Today’s Question: What well-known animal will attack and kill a rattlesnake, copperhead or water mocassin, be bitten and survive the snake’s bite without any effects?   It is an opossum, they are somehow immune.  Every animal has it’s unique qualities, just like each person.  : )

“On the Road Again” – Day 9

The day is going to be a gorgeous one.  We busy ourselves getting Barefootin’ ready for take off.  Grand Harbor will not be forgotten.


Leaving H-Dock



The harbor is invitingly calm this morning as we depart



We were surprised to find the "William Tell," a 47' Nordhavn which we spent an enjoyable evening on last year, docked here at Grand Harbor. The owners we knew sold it months ago. Funny running into the young "William" again.



We head over to the marina office to gas up for the day's ride.



We look back as we pull out, leaving Grand Harbor behind. We hope to see her again someday soon.



With the sun beaming across Yellow Creek, we head out towards the Tennessee River.


We enjoyed everything about this area and make note to return, both by land and by “sea” in the future.  If you are looking for a new place to explore, give  the Counce, TN, Pickwick Dam, and Luka, MS area a try.

Turning right into the Tennessee River doesn’t take long.   The sky is clear, the wind a pleasant 5 to 10 mph and the river is mildly choppy.  It feels good to be back on the water.


Notice my new turquoise ball cap : )


There are so many great things to see on the river.  For that matter, on any body of water where you can see land at least ocassionally.  There are coots, herons, cormorants, gulls, and geese abundant.  I have always had a love of the outdoors, I love looking for animals, plants, you name it.  As we pass a mile marker in the river, I look to see, what I am thinking is, two cormorants standing on some twigs atop the marker.  As we get closer, I realize it is two bald eagles.  Me, I’m grabbing my camera, hitting the start button, leaning over to get my angle right.  And, dagnabit, if this Sea Ray of ours hasn’t gone so fast that I have missed my photo of the day!!  Yep, you guessed it, the Captain gets to hear me complaining for the next five miles.


Yep, this is my photo of the bald eagles. Like it?


I finally pull myself together, and we move on through the water.  We go a few more miles upstream and I see what appears to be concrete forms/walls maybe, at both ends of what is now a very small elongated island.  Again, I grab my camera, hit the “on” button, go to the other side of the boat and reach to get my photo…oh yeah, it’s in the far distance by now.  Hmmmmmm…

Well, I bit my tongue.  I know my Captain loves the speed, the wind blowing his hair, and all that good stuff.  I know.


Can you see the interesting structure right behind those trees?


This time we pass another strange structure, apparently huge concrete or stone retangular blocks piled on each other.  Lots of them.  The above photo is all I could get of this structure.

Now mind you, I love our boat, it’s a great boat.  But, I find myself longing to go       S-L-O-W-E-R.  I really do want to smell the roses.  There is so much to see out here, so much to learn, so much that we are missing going full speed ahead.  I still find myself wanting that trawler.

…I hear all you men out there groaning!

Today the water looks like a child has thrown silver glitter across it.  The sun’s light is bouncing off every wave.  What a great day to be heading up the river.


I'm assuming this isn't Indians. My guess, Boy Scouts.


We approach Wilson Dam, we will be ascending 88 feet when we get there.  Today, for the first time, I don’t feel anxious as we approach a dam.


Wilson Dam as we approach


Clint has called the lockmaster.  He informs us that another vessel is locking through.  As soon as they get through, he will drop the water and let us in on the downstream side.  Therefore, we have some time to relax.  I climb on up to the bow, get the fenders, lines and my hook ready.  I do sit ups on the bow.  I lean into the window and talk to Clint.  I lay on my back and think about friends, my old friends and my new.  I pray for one who I have just heard is hurting right now.  I thank God for all the wonderful friendships through the years.  I have been so blessed with friends.  Wow!  I lay there with my eyes closed, the sun feels so warm.  The radio crackles, the lockmaster says to come on up, the doors are about to open.


The Captain informs me that it's time to move into the lock.



That is a road way down there at the other end over the dam.



This is from down below where we have tied up, towards the far side of the dam.


The horn blows and the water begins to swirl.  The bollard creaks and clanks and we begin our ascent.  When we arrive at the top, rather than two doors opening, like at the other end, the front wall descends into nothingness below us.  A rather strange site to watch.  The horn sounds, we untie and move slowly out of the lock.

The sun feels so good out here on the bow, when I finish my chores on deck and lean down where the Captain can hear me, I say, “If we had a trawler, I could stay out here, enjoy the warm sun and take pictures as we go.”  I say this with a smile, of course.  He smirks back.

I climb back down and again, we’re off.  Putting the pedal to the metal.

We pass three tiny, tiny islands.  Each packed with about 3 trees each.  The trees are still leafless from the winter.  Yet, they seem to have black foilage as the cormorants fill their branches.  (I guess I shouldn’t tell you that I tried to get a photograph of this too…)

By the way, a few interesting facts about cormorants (not ahingas, Florida boys).  They have been recorded to dive as deep as 100 feet.  They can stay underwater at least 71 seconds.  This fact has also been recorded, but I am a faithful watcher of cormorants and I’m guessing they can stay under longer than that. (not that Leigh would ever question scientific “knowledge.”)  And, their wings are not waterproof and this is why they love to sit in the trees and hold out their wings…to air dry.

I hope in the future, to find other sites of interest for our viewers, other than all the dams.  But with that said, we are approaching Wheeler Dam (remember that it’s 6,342 feet wide…that’s over a mile for anyone who has forgotten their math lessons).

We call the lockmaster, who informs us that a tug and barges are going through now, with another to follow.  It will be at least an hour and a half wait before he can get us in.

Alrighty then…forget lunch at Wheeler State Park.  New plan (you have lots of those when you are boating), we will just float out here in the lake away from the channel and have lunch onboard.  So, I head downstairs and fix us some sandwiches.  We eat, we talk.  Then Clint busies himself in the helm.  I go below and get Old Faithful (my computer) and go back up to the cockpit and sit.  I “skype” my mom right there in the middle of Wilson Lake, too fun!!  Then I started today’s blog, checked my email and Facebook.  (hear I would like to say a huge thanks to Cindy and Mick for telling us about the Verizon MiFi, which without it none of this could have been done today)

It’s an hour and 45 minutes later when the lockmaster calls.  He says for us to move on into the lock.


Weeeeee're baaack! (one of my favorite lines from Independence Day)



The bridge is close to where we will tie up to ascend



I wouldn't want these guys' job...we wave to them and they wave back as we pull out of the lock


Since we had such a long wait to enter Wheeler Dam, we have decided to change our cruise plan for the day.  We will stay at Wheeler State Park today, have dinner in the restaurant and play golf there in the morning (oh NO!  more golf…hopes it’s prettier than the last time we played!!)  We only have a 5 mile cruise to the park from the dam.


leaving the dam and heading towards the park



The Captain at port



the two old ladies onboard "Barefootin'"



the girls about to bed down while we go have dinner


We have discovered a mystery electrical problem this evening which will put a bit of a damper on comfort for awhile.  The DC side of our panel is acting strangely.  No inside lights, no potty (ugh!!), no DVD player (no biggy, we have the computer).  So the night is spent as if we are camping as we dig out our flashlights.  Am I complaining, no.  There is a beautiful full moon rising in a clear sky.  It’s glow lights the cabin with an ambiance that we could never have pulled off on our own.

We crawl into bed with the knowledge of how blessed we are.  Our plan this time last year was to buy a boat when the farm sold and to do some cruising and exploring.  Then, one day, it hit us, “Why wait?”  But, we knew until the farm sold we could not afford the boat of our dreams.  So, we found Barefootin’, a smaller boat, but she’s a start.  Cruising and exploring do not take a large boat.  And, one never knows what the future will bring, so we are enjoying life NOW.

So, if you want to boat, and can’t afford much, buy small.  Who cares how small?  Get something and get out on the water…a john boat has the potential of loads of fun!  My girls can acclaim to that.  If you want to see the world on land, get started, a small trip and a cheap trip is better than no trip at all.  Camping is cheap and loads of fun and packed with the ability to create endless memories.  Hike, bike, whatever.  But, get out there and live and live NOW!  There is a beautiful world out there waiting for you to explore it!

Sweet dreams!

Today’s Question: I’m blank…

Today’s Travel Log: 62 miles traveled, gallons used 46, time on water 5 1/2 hours, mpg 1.34, locks 2, elevation risen 135 ft.

Wash Day – Day 8

Today we are in no rush about anything.  Storms moved through all night, but being undercover, we were not really affected by the rains or the wind.  The remnants of the night’s storms are still present.  We are prepared for a dreary day, the menu; doing the wash, catching up on our blog, buying my turquoise ball cap, cleaning the bilge, and cleaning up the cabin.

First things first, the girls anxiously await their breakfast

After taking care of the daily chores, we start on our list for the day.  I do take a break when the youngest grandbabies ring in on Skype.  We have an entertaining conversation of sorts: they dance, they jump, they spell words, they show Grandmommy their feet, they show me their cars, their helicopter, the works.  Alexis is wearing a Duke T-shirt for church (it’s March Madness Sunday and she and Ken work with the Kids’ Praise Service).  They head off to church and I get back to chores at hand.

A few things that didn’t get quite dry (this photo should win some national contest, don’t you think?

Clint hard at work

We had lunch today on the boat, sandwiches and chicken/sausage gumbo.  Walked the girls again with sweaters on this time.  The wind is really whipping down the creek (I correct my earlier posts, this is the Yellow Creek – it’s the widest creek I have personally ever seen).  The creek is very choppy and there is a strong chill in the moist air as it bounces off the water.

We continue our chores at a very relaxed pace.  The day draws to a close, we eat snacks in the place of dinner, accompanied by a glass of wine.  Clint talks to a son-in-law, Steve, by phone.  He has a layover in Boston, and has flown his lovely wife, Stephanie (yes, we are prejudice, as we should be) there for the weekend.  They are watching March Madness in a sports bar there.

After again walking the girls, we go shower and head back to Barefootin‘. We crawl into bed early and watch (sorry folks) “Sex in the City” reruns.  Crude at times I know, but it can be so funny and we needed a good laugh or two to end the rather boring day.  (we are having “Mick-withdrawal” pains I think)

Oh, I had promised to tell you the latest “dog feat” aboard.  Presley has actually learned how to potty on command.  You have no idea what a wonderful thing that is to us…this dog has ADD and trying to get her to focus has just been useless.  (I have a hard time focusing also, so I understand her problem, but still…)  Now, after a week of constant leashing (she runs loose on the farm), she has “gotten it!”  She literally walks right off the sidewalk, squats and wah lah!!  Hooray for Presley!!

Quick reminder, tomorrow we get underway, heading back up the Tennessee River.  Weather permitting we will be attempting 3 locks and spending the evening at River Walk in Decatur.  Do you remember the name of the restaurant at that dockage?  I’ll report on the food their in Day 9’s blog.

Smiling. Hope you are doing the same.

Today’s Question: Did you find the answer to yesterday’s question?  I did…let me know your answers and we’ll compare notes.

Barefootin‘ Travel Log: No miles, no gas used, no nothing.

An H-Dock Kinda Day, Day 7

Well, sure enough, Presley, the younger river rat, has accomplished sleeping until 7 a.m. now on a regular basis.   So, you guessed it, we awoke at 7 this morning…regular ole routine; climb out of bed, hit the coffee “on” button, Clint dresses and takes the girls for their relief walk.  I prepare our coffee so Clint’s cup is ready when he comes back below.  I also have the NOAA weather report up and running on the computer, so we can discuss our options.  One thing you quickly learn when cruising is “It’s not about you, it’s about the weather.”

The sun rose without a cloud in the sky.  The weather forecast was all good. Therefore, we have a decision to make, sit on the boat or go play golf.  It’s a hard decision, but we choose golf.


Winfield Dunn Golf Course at Pickwick State Park

Do you see any golfers on this course (with the exception of the guy having fun on the golf cart)??  No, right?  Well, Clint and I went to the golf course, spent the time it takes to play 18 holes of golf.  But, NO GOLFERS showed up in our golf shoes.  It was a sad, sad day.  I am worried that the two Barefootin’ boaters have stolen the two golfers that we thought had come along for the golfing.  We can only hope the golfers are back at the farmhouse.

Since we both seemed incapable of playing golf today, we decided to do something we were both capable of doing…kiss, under the mistletoe right above our golf cart. My motto, never miss an opportunity when it presents itself!


The mistletoe above us

After leaving the golf course we take a ride over the Pickwick Dam.  I need to study up on my dams.  They are an engineering marvel for sure.


These are some homes we could see from the dam. Please take note that the owners of these homes will be some of those lucky U.S. citizens that will be paying for our healthcare soon.

We have again borrowed the courtesy car at Grand Harbor.  We stop to put some gas in the tank.

I took this photo thinking that we could all conjure up the picture of someone that this sign reminds us of…hey, I’m desperate for material today…what can I say.

Come on now, work with me here


Now tell me, who wouldn't want to go inside this door??

Before we head back to the marina and Barefootin’, we take a ride around the area.


Aqua Marina, a short boat ride or drive from Grand Harbor Marina

We have decided on Jon’s Pier for dinner tonight so I snap a pic as we pass it heading back to the marina to clean up.


Jon's Pier


Grand Harbor Marina and Condos

Rough place to stay, but hey, somebody’s gotta do it…


H Dock, our home at Grand Harbor

You all know the routine by now, we get back to the boat, walk the dogs and then, off to the showers.  (Which reminds me, we will tell you another amazing dog feat in tomorrow’s blog…don’t wanta overwhelm you with too much in one blog.)

Cleaned up, off we go, again in the courtesy car, to Jon’s Pier.


Goodness gracious, look at the size of these martinis!!

Okay, I’m gonna close, looking way, way too desperate for material now, huh?

Sweet dreams and kiss your mate!!  (don’t wait for mistletoe)

Today’s Question: How much money did Andrew Jackson have to pay to ferry his troops accross the Tennessee river (at the Natchez trace) on their way back from New Orleans?  – this question was provided by Bill and Lynne Baggett, who, at the moment, are trying to stay warm in Maine.

Barefootin’ Travel Log to Date: We have gone through 4 dams, totaling 221 feet of decent, traveled 216 miles, used 157 gal. gasoline, mileage per gallon 1.375