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Published: April 17th 2011
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Cypress Trees
and Spanish Moss Saturday morning we dawdled, then finally headed out of the marina after a quick pump-out. We hoped to beat the weekend crazies on the lake. There weren’t many boats out, but the number increased as the day went on, though they were mostly well-mannered.
It was a beautiful day on the river, hot and humid, but the scenery more than made up for that. We saw several alligators in a short distance, then were passed by a runabout pulling kids on a tube. Trolling for gators, I guess. We saw more alligators sunning themselves on logs. Just past Hontoon Island we saw a lot of splashing on the side of the river and a runabout stopped and watching. It appeared to be several manatees in the throes of something, maybe mating. The water was roiling and we saw lots of tail splashing and flashes of fat manatee bellies.
We anchored in an oxbow off the river at river mile 133, an unspoiled bit of paradise. We watched a good sized alligator swim slowly past. A great blue heron spent most of the afternoon fishing off a log nearby. It was pretty warm, but we had a nice breeze most
Another gator
sunbathing on a log of the evening. Around dark we were entertained by the jungle band, frogs and whatever, singing away. There was a certain rhythm to it and you could almost pick out words sung by Alvin and the Chipmunks accompanied by twanging guitars and washtub bass, with an occasional deep and gravelly “ruuupp” of approval. They were still singing when we went to bed and that was our lullaby.
Sunday morning was cool and less humid, quite lovely, with just a hint of fog early. We hated to leave our beautiful anchorage, but ventured on. More boats, more alligators, more ospreys in nests, you know. We again crossed Lake George, 10 miles long and 5 miles wide. But the channel markers were filled with osprey nests. I think that’s a long way to carry nest building materials. We saw an eagle perched on a marker in the middle of the lake.
When we were near Lake Dexter, a small yellow sea-plane flew by quite low, following the river upstream, then disappeared around a bend. A short time later, a Fish and Wildlife officer zoomed past with his blue lights flashing, then turned around came back past, then turned and passed
us again. I laughingly asked Kerry if he supposed the officer was after the yellow plane. The next time passing us, he stopped and asked if we had seen the plane, as it had buzzed the bridge at Astor, 4 miles to the north. When we said we had, he asked how high was it flying. Kerry told him maybe 150 feet. I told him they were low enough I could see their knees through the glass in their door. Apparently they are not allowed to fly lower than 500’ over the river, so the officer was contacting other law enforcement upriver. The next time we saw that officer, he waved and gave us the thumbs up. I guess they got that pilot’s number.
We are anchored behind Seven Sisters Islands near river mile 88. It’s another beautiful spot, but Kerry is worried about getting covered with faux-skeeters again. We’ll see.
We heard from Sara and Trevor by email last night. They are having a blast, loving the Bahamas. Sara posted two more blogs, check it out at http://namadriel.blogspot.com/
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Barbara
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As usual, great pictures and commentary........... We are going to Tunica tomorrow night. Meet us there??????????????????