Leaks and Peanuts

I noticed I haven’t posted since the 2nd of June. It has been a pretty good month. No money left but I am going to spring myself from Goose Pond on the 7th of July to continue up the Tennessee River. This is a great marina and I will be back for a spell on my return.

I have been chasing a leak on my port side in the head. I have messed with this for one year and had pretty much given up until stupid me decided to check the obvious. Maybe it was something as simple as worn out window sealant and the water was wicking to another spot on the roof.  With my pre-dementia I had forgotten I had a similar problem on the port side. Well, my rational that this one was different , fell like a drunk at a two for one happy hour.

Port now resealed and dry as a bone.

We also remember the original reason for the Goose Pond stop was the charger. Well after selling a small child to band of gypsies I spent the dough and here it is:

Working like a charm and the batteries are good to go for a while longer.

Who doesn’t like a good boiled peanut. Not all boiled peanuts are the same. A judge in Mississippi told me how to make good peanuts. I am not talking the mushy overcooked salty nightmares from the gas station crock pot. I am talking Dr Brad’s Spanish peanuts lightly salted with a little snap and not over cooked.

Let me know if you want the recipe. This will force me to write it down.

 

I also took ten days to visit my sister in Ohio, we hit three movies and ate some good comfort food, all things hard to find on the river. I had a chance to visit my aunt all in all a great little trip. I also had the opportunity to continue my love hate relationship with Greyhound. The trip up took 25 hours a mere 10 hours over schedule. The trip back was great. Reminds me of my boat.

Well:

Standing by on scan- all emergency and recreational channels. Write me if you still have the strength

How I Spent the Holidays

Have not posted for awhile. I just checked and realized I have not been on for two months. Boy time flies when you’re hanging in for the winter Not much going on down here in winter but planning and preparation for the spring.

Big thing is no snow ,no snow, no snow. Other things I have noticed that living in the wetlands brings on a whole flurry of flora and fauna that is not new to many people but becomes new when you live in it for an extended period of time.

I traveled home in early December and visited friends and family. One unique thing was on the way back driving I drove on two of the most historic roads in the nation.

I drove partway on Federal Route 40 better known as the national road. The national road was built from Cumberland Maryland to Indiana in 1803. The road was updated in 1828 with pavement and new bridges. Much of the road was paved in brick as the years passed due to the high traffic of settlers moving west.

All trough the small towns that dot the length of the road are historic houses, way stations and crossroads informing the expansion into the west following the Louisiana purchase. This was the beginning of the “Ohio Century”

Here are some pictures of the road and bridges. I actually got to drive on part of the original road outside of Cambridge Ohio.

 

The above and below is an S bridge due to the fact it was easier to build.

I also had a chance to drive a couple hundred miles on the Natchez Trace Parkway. This road is 400 mile national park running from Natchez Mississippi to Nashville Tennessee. This road was used by River boaters who had taken their loads down the river and were returning to pick up another load. The road was also the most direct route from middle Tennessee towards the Gulf of Mexico and the port of New Orleans. Meriwether Lewis died and is buried on this Route. There are Indian mounds and beautiful stretches of rolling wooded hills and valleys. The road is two lanes wide with no shoulder and the speed limit is 45 to 50 mph. On of the prettiest drives I have taken. I f I could locate the pictures I would put them up, sorry. Here are some I did find.

Well that brings us back to Columbus Mississippi. I love to spell Mississippi out loud. Try it you will feel better.

Here are some winter pictures from My marina.

Water hyacinths still hanging on. They will keep breeding and eventually kill the lake. They are one of the worst invasive species in the country.

I can still here the sound of 2000 thousand birds.

Nutria snacking near the dock on cypress roots.

Lastly I would like to give a shout out to Barry and Denise Young and their boat

 

Standing by on 16