We ended up staying two nights in Green Turtle Bay. We hosted our friends for a waffle breakfast - Dan having mastered the waffle maker - and what with one thing and another, just decided to stay Sunday night and venture out in the morning. Monday (Nov 13) we said “goodbye for now” to our friends on Hygge and Katmat and cruised into the Tennessee River for points South. This is the beginning of a long stretch of waterway that makes its way through Tennessee, Mississippi and Alabama and we’ve heard a lot about the scenic beauty.
Monday was also the day COVID came to the Willie Dawes. I started feeling congested and a little feverish in the afternoon. Dan and I are - were - COVID virgins. We’ve accepted every vaccination that has been offered and were not afraid or embarrassed to wear masks or stay away from gatherings for several years. But this year we’ve let down our guard and have gone to grocery stores, antique malls, yarn shops, and museums of all sorts, and we have been out to eat with friends and attended other gatherings. So it really was only a matter of time before we were exposed. I tested positive on Tuesday morning and Dan started showing symptoms on Wednesday. Fortunately for us, we’re well stocked with food, have been traveling in an area filled with beautiful anchorages, and aren’t in a great hurry. Our symptoms - while aggravating as any head cold - could be worse. Thank goodness for vaccines! The friends we’ve left behind are now all a day’s travel or so ahead of us, but they check in every day by phone to ask how we’re getting along. We’re on the mend.
It’s Saturday, Nov 18, and we are in the state of Mississippi. We are on the Tenn-Tom waterway now, a connection of rivers, creeks, lakes and canals that eventually culminate in the Tombigbee River. On the Tennessee River, we passed by many camps and vacation homes. This area is very rural; the banks are lined with trees, sedimentary cliffs and narrow, sandy beaches. Lots of pelicans, bald eagles, and great blue herons. We passed by Shiloh National Park, the scene of one of the bloodiest battles of the Civil War, and we’ve come through four locks, including one this morning that dropped us 84 feet, the biggest drop we’ve had on this entire Great Loop journey. Instead of interspersing pictures in this blog, I’m just adding a few here at the end.
Sunset Monday night in Leatherwood Creek
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RV camps on the Tennessee River |
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James Whitten Lock - 84' drop |
Tommie enjoying some sun on the flying bridge.
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