Nautical miles: 64.8
Docked at: Beardstown Yacht Club, Illinois
-on a barge for the night at Logsdson Tug Service
Correction from yesterday - it was not an alternator that Garth replaced but a regulator - a regulator requires much more time, skill and luck.
|Someone else does not do Oh Dark Thirty well!|
For 99 % of the day we were all by ourselves on the river. I called the one and only lock and he said if you get down here we'll put you through - so off we went - right into the lock and right down all by ourselves. The last few locks have had lines to grab instead of the floating bollards. Today, the lock-keeper didn't even help you get the lines - no consistency ! Slowly getting back into the groove of being on the water but it is like a steep learning curve every day. Today, I really messed up tying to the barge - no harm done, it is just frustrating. At one point today I mentioned to Garth that the Illinois would be a perfect place to dump a body - he told me I would not be able to dock the boat by myself -- in reality I was thinking the other way around . Him sending me walking the plank - who would know, cause honestly we went for hours today and did not see anyone. Just birds - turkeys, eagles and gulls - even the Canada Geese don't hang out on this section of the river. The Asian carp were non-existent as well. So, if I do not make it to the next stop please inform the FBI of my whereabouts - the Illinois River between Beardstown Yacht Club aka Logsdon Tug Services and Grafton.
|These chunks of cement would keep a body down nes pas? Seriously, why are the buoys on the bank?|
|Moving the silt out of the channel for us.|
Just as we were approaching a RR bridge about a half kilometer from the Beardstown Yacht Club aka Logsdon Tug Barge I looked behind us and saw Barbara and Stan - we last saw them at a lock on Tuesday morning. We waited together for the lift to go up and then both pulled up to our makeshift marina/yacht club for the night. The bridge tender would not respond to Garth but when Barbara asked him to lift the bridge he replied to her - humm, as Barbara says reverse discrimination.
Garth and I took Zeke for a walk around town and checked out the dining options. Not much choice - either the Cafe or the Mile 88 Club!
We came back to the boat and found out that there was a grocery store at the other end of town, so back I went - his majesty has decided that he will no longer eat dog food. Two days ago it was ground beef - yesterday he wouldn't touch the beef and decided that hot dogs and cheese were on the menu. Hot dogs are good cause it is easy to hide pills in a hot dog. Did I mention that he no longer eats "pill pocket" either. OH BOY! Maybe Zeke will be the first one to walk -be pushed off the plank. Whatever it takes to get him to eat for now but the day is coming where it will be dog food or nothing.
|Sunset from the yacht club|
|Seriously, a life jacket on to get to the bathroom!!|
|Algonquin at the Beardstown Yacht Club|