January 7-8, 2011

Friday was a lovely day, but a long trek of 8 1/2-9 hours before we made it through the last lock on our trek to the south.  There was no marina near us, thus we had no choice but to anchor out.  The alternative of navigating in the dark didn't appeal to either of us. 

The only highlight was John taking Winston in the dinghy to do his business.  The little dog came back with mud up to his knees.  (Do dogs have knees?)



John had a restless night, keeping an eye through most of the night on a focal point on a satellite tower to make sure the anchor held and we stayed safely in one place. It must have gone down to at least 20 and once again the propane heater was put to use.  We left the area about 7:45 in the a.m. and didn't stop until we docked at Demopolis, Al around 2 p.m.  This was much to Winston's relief.  I did finally rig up an area on the back deck where he peed, but the way he was dancing, I knew he was anxious to get on terra firma.

The weather report has been warning of snow and sleet on Sunday, so we'll stay in this marina until the weather clears.  It's no fun, nor is it safe to boat in nasty conditions. 

Looks like another Clint Eastwood movie for this evenings' entertainment.