Day 16: Sunday, August 28, 2016
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We both slept well.
I think we may be adjusting to this heat in a way that I never imagined
we could. When we crawled into bed last
night, it was still 88 degrees in the cabin.
But, with the hatches open and our little fan in the v-berth blowing, we
fell right off to sleep. As I type this,
it is now 78 degrees with a promise of another
sweltering day.
The Shower Trailer at Shawnee Boat Club |
We had our last bacon and egg and toast because we
ran out of bread and have only enough eggs to prepare several other meals that
we are carrying. We still have plenty of
sausage gravy so we will be alright.
We both took a shower in the marina trailer and were
surprised to find that, yes it was a shower, it was a really nice one, albeit
that it small and well used. It felt
good to be stand up shower clean.
The Flood Wall in Portsmouth OH |
We got underway at about 9:00 again on smooth glassy
waters. Shortly downstream from the
Shawnee Boat Club, we passed the Portsmouth flood wall which, like others we
had seen, had been painted with a mural. This one was quite different,
however. On the river side of the wall
one panel was a huge welcoming sign inviting you to their town and then across
the top, l would estimate 200yds of the wall, they had painted large stars with
the names and signatures of prominent citizens who had at one time called
Portsmouth their home. On the other side
of the wall are beautiful murals depicting the history of the area. We had visited that side on our earlier trip
and had to pass it up this time. There
was no dock at the wall so we couldn’t get off the boat there.
The next 30 miles of the river was through very
sparsely populated forest covered hills and bluffs. At approximately 100 miles downstream from
Point Pleasant and 100 miles upstream from Cincinnati, we passed the historic
100 Mile House. This beautiful well-maintained
22 room mansion was built around 1927 by a wealthy shoe manufacturer from
Portsmouth. The exciting thing for us is
that in about 1993, Janine and I stumbled upon the house that was at that time
being offered as a bed and breakfast. We
spent a cool summer evening relaxing and sleeping in a well-appointed room with
a balcony overlooking the river. I
remember awakening to the sound of a barge churning her way up the river. We awoke in the morning to a fog shrouded
river and after a super breakfast, we sat in the fog on a patio built out over
the edge of the river. It was truly a
magical experience.
The 100 Mile House |
It was hot.
But, I think we are becoming acclimated to the heat. Our clothes are all soaked with perspiration
and beginning to develop an aura of their own. We wear our clothes for several days
until they are so bad that we put them into our dirty cloths bag and break out
another set. We do that until all of our
clothes are thus soiled. Then we return
to the dirty clothes bag and dig out the least offensive garments for the
second round. We keep back one change of clothes that we wear out into public
and are careful to take them off as
Quaint little town of Vanceburg KY |
We found a nice little island with sand beaches
where we decided to drop anchor for the night.
Brush Creek Island is one of the few remaining islands in the
river. The building of dams backed up
water over what earlier voyages talked about as numerous islands. We found what appeared to be a perfect spot
near the head of the island, but it turned out to be at the end of a long
stretch of open water on the river and a storm was brewing, causing waves to
come running down on our site.
So, we pulled the anchor and headed for the tail of
the island where there were a number of boats pulled up onto the shore and
folks swimming. The water was
A Traveling companion |
The boat continued to swing up close to the shore so
I took our second anchor and walked down beach behind the boat and set the hook
in some deeper water. It held the boat
quite well until just after we finished eating our evening meal when a storm
that had been brewing downstream produced a wind from the back of the
boat. The anchor drug until it finally
caught firmly, holding the boat, along with the front anchor, directly across
the path of the wind. I released the
anchor rode and walked it to the front of the boat which allowed the boat to
swing on around
and face into the wind and this arrangement worked for the
remainder of the night.
Little Brush Creek Island with her sandy beach |
After our evening meal of spaghetti and meat sauce,
I took our remaining dirty clothes and did a bucket laundry job. Once completed, Janine took some of her wet
clothing and hung them on a hanger from the Bimini. While we were cleaning up the dishes, a gust
of wind came along and blew her clothes out into the river. But along came SUPER STEVE. I ran out onto the cockpit, (like Clark Kent)
I ripped off my clothes, (except I didn't have a red suit and cape), climbed up
onto the side of the boat and made my perfect Michael Phelps shallow dive,
(Janine gave me the perfect score), broke to the surface in an effective breast
stroke, captured the offending garments, and returned to the no longer distressed Lois Lane, I mean Janine. Luckily the boaters and swimmers had all left
the area. I hadn’t been skinny dippin
since I was a kid and found it to be quite enjoyable. I highly recommend it to all.
The rest of the evening was quite uneventful.
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