October 21, 2018 Sunday Bashi Creek, AL Black Warrior-Tombigbee Waterway 145.0 to Bobby’s Fish Camp, Black Warrior-Tombigbee Waterway mile 118.9 24.4 nautical miles
Elevation: 36 feet
On to the Looper legendary Bobby’s Fish Camp!
Please feel sorry for us. It was 51 degrees this morning when we rolled out of bed at 8:00 am.
Waking up in this crisp weather reminds me of sleeping on the porch at our Lake Elmo home. At least there we could dash into a warm house.
Along the way
The day was bright and sunny but we needed to wear our jackets all day. Mary wore her gloves.
Bobby’s Fish Camp
Check this one off my bucket list. (Don’t worry about it not being on yours)
Out for a Walk
Tales from the Loop
This is why we do not have a dog on our boat. We have traveled with the below people and become friends. We had our first Looper docktails with them on ESTHER GIRL.
Subject: Alabama River Cutoff anchorage Mile 53—A cautionary tale
Posted by: Edith Mason on 10/19/2018 at 10:10 AM
After leaving Bobby’s Fish Camp, we anchored here overnight on October 18th. We are not fond of anchoring, which usually involves threats of murder, plane tickets home, divorce or all of the above. As you can see from the photo, it was a beautiful anchorage, with plenty of depth and good holding. Plenty of room. Lots of wildlife—including alligators. Ideal for Loopers without 4-legged crew who need to go ashore. And therein lies the story.
About 9pm our ship’s dog Bee needed her nightly trip to shore. We had read on Active Captain about having to go back out to the river to take a dog ashore, and about the alligators—verified by a local fisherman. So we head out in the dinghy with Bee, flashlight, leash and an honor guard of mosquitoes. Seeing a likely-looking patch of river shore, Pat bumps the dinghy ashore and Bee and I hop off.
The likely-looking ground was actually mud—quicksand mud—and I immediately sank to my thighs. Which then caused me to lose my balance and fall backwards into it, all the while holding onto Bee’s leash and the dinghy line and projecting some very salty language into the quiet evening. I couldn’t seem to extricate myself from this dire situation-every time I moved, I went down deeper. I knew that alligators had heard my distress calls and would be coming soon to eat both me and Bee. Pat could not get off the dinghy or we would both be in the same fix. Finally, I was able to pull myself up and through the mud with the dinghy line and get on board. Bee got on too, both if us covered in mud that looked like chocolate coolwhip and stuck to you like tar. (There was no opportunity or inclination for picture-taking, so you’ll have to create your own visual.)
Back at the boat Pat hosed us down on the swim platform with some very cold water, just to add insult to injury.
To top it all, Bee was so traumatized by all this that little or nothing was achieved ashore. And thus ends my tale of the Alabama Cutoff.
If you ever used the phrases, “kill with kindness”, “neither rhyme nor reason”, “into thin air”, “one fell swoop”, “sweets for the sweet”, or “tower of strength”, then you’ve quoted Shakespeare!
I have heard there are NO MORE SPIDERS once we hit salt water 😊 Can this be true?