With nighttime temperatures falling to 41 and the wind dead calm, we expected to see fog on the warm water, and were not disappointed. As we didn’t need to leave early, we just enjoyed the morning and our coffee until the fog lifted.
As we exited Double Island anchorage, we hailed this down bound tug to pass “on the two whistles,” or starboard to starboard. The wind was calm and the reflection of the tug was crisp.
The limestone cliffs are a beautiful sight over the calm water. The water isn’t completely quiet, as there is about 1.8 knot current against us as we go upriver, playing havoc with our mileage!
This house is prepared for high water. They store their pontoon boat in the flow-through “basement.”
The Tennessee River is usually about ½ mile wide. We are surprised to see many spider webs, drifting over the width of the river, in search of the other side, or in search of Monarch! These spiders are like mad teenage bungee jumpers, flying on the breeze. Our ten-foot high radio antennas look like the beginnings of wands of cotton candy at some giant state fair. Here, Jerry is on the hunt for them, throwing them overboard with his official spider wand.
We approach Savannah, Tennessee, an area noted for its historical antebellum homes.
This one looks authentic, with a huge live oak tree almost obscuring the front, and an old “root cellar” nearby.
We anchored behind Wolf Island. As the sun set, the trees were displaying their fall colors. We see mostly bronzes, golds and browns, and don’t think they have had a hard, sharp frost.
Tonight is a full moon, which Jerry captured just after it appeared. The anchorage is quiet and brightly lit by the moon.
With nighttime temperatures falling to 41 and the wind dead calm, we expected to see fog on the warm water, and were not disappointed. As we didn’t need to leave early, we just enjoyed the morning and our coffee until the fog lifted.
As we exited Double Island anchorage, we hailed this down bound tug to pass “on the two whistles,” or starboard to starboard. The wind was calm and the reflection of the tug was crisp.
The limestone cliffs are a beautiful sight over the calm water. The water isn’t completely quiet, as there is about 1.8 knot current against us as we go upriver, playing havoc with our mileage!
This house is prepared for high water. They store their pontoon boat in the flow-through “basement.”
The Tennessee River is usually about ½ mile wide. We are surprised to see many spider webs, drifting over the width of the river, in search of the other side, or in search of Monarch! These spiders are like mad teenage bungee jumpers, flying on the breeze. Our ten-foot high radio antennas look like the beginnings of wands of cotton candy at some giant state fair. Here, Jerry is on the hunt for them, throwing them overboard with his official spider wand.
We approach Savannah, Tennessee, an area noted for its historical antebellum homes.
This one looks authentic, with a huge live oak tree almost obscuring the front, and an old “root cellar” nearby.
We anchored behind Wolf Island. As the sun set, the trees were displaying their fall colors. We see mostly bronzes, golds and browns, and don’t think they have had a hard, sharp frost.
Tonight is a full moon, which Jerry captured just after it appeared. The anchorage is quiet and brightly lit by the moon. 
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