Our trip down the The considerable barge traffic was interesting, the largest was a huge tow pushing 49 barges all lashed together!
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The strong current and commercial traffic required close attention at all times. There are few places to anchor for the night and only one “marina” on the 218 mile section of the
and the Chain of Rocks Canal then cruised by St. Louis with its arch, the ” Gateway to the West” glistening in the sunlight.
It was an exciting day. Our destination was Hoppie’s Marine Service, actually a series of barges anchored into a high stone cliff.
Fern, the owner helped us with our lines, filled our fuel tanks and gave us a briefing of what we should expect on the rest of our journey along the rivers, the safe anchorages and the areas to be especially alert. It was valuable information. Hoppie’s is the last gasoline available for the next 249 miles. We bought additional gas cans to carry and had a “plan B” should that be necessary.
The rest of the
and in an area off of the river nearly under the 1-57 Bridge. The first two were pretty little spots, secluded and off of the river, the last was simply a safe place to stop.
Our last day on the
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One hour later, Dave departed taking the empty gas cans and our trash bags. A true friend!
Not only were we certain we could make it, we had the fuel to speed up as the weather was changing rapidly. We traveled 58 miles on the Ohio River, as we reached the confluence of the
the Herons and Egrets were plentiful and we even spotted a pair of Bald Eagles high in a tree overlooking the river. It was an enjoyable ride. As the sun set and the sky darkened we reached our last lock, the Barkley Lock. Once lifted the 57 feet into