Today we passed the famous Shiloh National Military Park. Here, the 4,000-acre site overlooks the Tennessee River. In a couple of days, we hope to procure a car and drive from a nearby marina to visit this historic site.
The only lock today is the Pickwick Lock, adjacent to the pictured Pickwick Dam.
We had to wait 2 ½ hours to enter the lock, as this tug and barge array had to lock down before we could lock up. We tied to the wall of the auxiliary lock and made good use of the time, playing our daily game of cribbage.
This is a hydroelectric dam of massive proportions, which didn’t discourage this little bass boat from fishing right next to it.
The water level rises (for us who are upbound) by 55 feet in the lock.
Pickwick Lake is the result of the dam, a beautiful large lake with a few nice homes, but mostly state park and wildlife management areas. The hills rise steeply from the heavily wooded banks of the lake.
As we locked through the Pickwick lock, we admired the modern artwork outside the lock office. Shortly after, we checked off another state, as we crossed into Alabama in mid-lake, with Tennessee on the left descending bank. We could tell the exact spot, as we were abeam State Line Island, a ½ mile long island, half of it in Tennessee and half in Alabama. Then just one mile further, we left Tennessee behind, as the left bank now is Mississippi.
We anchored for the night in a nice tight cove of Whetstone Branch, where there was just enough room for Monarch to swing on her hook.
We had read of a waterfall nearby, and so launched the dinghy and went searching.
We found the tiny cove, 20 feet deep, with the waterfall feeding it.
From the dinghy, the pusher tug and barges look bigger than they do when we are on Monarch!
As mentioned before, bass boats are the primary vessels we see in these parts. They have outboards of 200 horses or more, and race at top speed from one fishing hole to another. We see lots of racing, a fair amount of casting, but not much catching!
The afternoon sun turned the banks golden behind Monarch, and we were set for the night.
Today we passed the famous Shiloh National Military Park. Here, the 4,000-acre site overlooks the Tennessee River. In a couple of days, we hope to procure a car and drive from a nearby marina to visit this historic site.
The only lock today is the Pickwick Lock, adjacent to the pictured Pickwick Dam.
We had to wait 2 ½ hours to enter the lock, as this tug and barge array had to lock down before we could lock up. We tied to the wall of the auxiliary lock and made good use of the time, playing our daily game of cribbage.
This is a hydroelectric dam of massive proportions, which didn’t discourage this little bass boat from fishing right next to it.
The water level rises (for us who are upbound) by 55 feet in the lock.
Pickwick Lake is the result of the dam, a beautiful large lake with a few nice homes, but mostly state park and wildlife management areas. The hills rise steeply from the heavily wooded banks of the lake.
As we locked through the Pickwick lock, we admired the modern artwork outside the lock office. Shortly after, we checked off another state, as we crossed into Alabama in mid-lake, with Tennessee on the left descending bank. We could tell the exact spot, as we were abeam State Line Island, a ½ mile long island, half of it in Tennessee and half in Alabama. Then just one mile further, we left Tennessee behind, as the left bank now is Mississippi.
We anchored for the night in a nice tight cove of Whetstone Branch, where there was just enough room for Monarch to swing on her hook.
We had read of a waterfall nearby, and so launched the dinghy and went searching.
We found the tiny cove, 20 feet deep, with the waterfall feeding it.
From the dinghy, the pusher tug and barges look bigger than they do when we are on Monarch!
As mentioned before, bass boats are the primary vessels we see in these parts. They have outboards of 200 horses or more, and race at top speed from one fishing hole to another. We see lots of racing, a fair amount of casting, but not much catching!
The afternoon sun turned the banks golden behind Monarch, and we were set for the night.
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