Tuesday, November 22, 2011


Currently we are docked at Dog River Marina. Folks here have been real kind to us. Now we, for the first time, are having the problem of where to go. Funds are a bit low, but we are looking for a sail boat to continue the journey back home. Our poor little raft can't really handle the ocean too well, but we plan to head east through the intercoastal.

Where to? who knows.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Down Stream - Downed Engine?

Last I heard, was that the string on the engine's rewind starter assembly broke.
Mike & Faith have taken the engine apart and are presently trying to put it together again. I am not sure how far south they are from this Spot on Sunday eve.

Posted by: TJ Gadget Man

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Moving Right Along!

November 3rd 2011
I have decided to add a few updates myself at the request of the crew. I'm
TJ Gadget Man - the technical advisor at the end of the phone, or (Mission Control). Since access to libraries is limited, you may see some postings by
me. This will be updated with much better reading once the crew hits town.
That is if the Alligators don't get them! Good Luck & Only kidding!
Here is my latest location.

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Posted by TJ Gadget Man for Faith & Mike

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Rained out at Abordine.

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Crazy Dave,

We found your friends from CQ marina, and so we had to yell "MIDWAY MARINA ROCKS!" and I think we heard you respond, "BRIGEWATER LANDINGS RULES!"

Sorry about the lack of updates...

We've been having trouble finding a computer. We have made it to nowhere and its very nice here.

I'm behind on typing the writen log but I'll keep updating where we are and leaving links to us.

There are many thank yous to be said and I'll get them all sooner or later. Any time it rains we'll try to type.

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Broken and fixed MASON DOCK RULES!

The next morning was a another beautiful day. Too bad we were stuck. We went to pull the string and it started but didn't go into gear.

We cleaned the house, ate a big breakfast, and packed up the canoe. The chickens found a nice place to sit under my chair.

"If we can't fix the engine, we could canoe the rest of the way." -f

"It'd be cheaper!" -v

Canoeing along, we yelled at the first boat we saw, named "Our Forth Quarter" . They had sold everything and live on their modest boat.

"Where are you headed?"

"The horizon!" They shouted.

They towed us a mile or so and went on their way.

"So you just go where ever you want?" -v

" except when we run into people like you!"

We kept canoing along,  untill a pontoon came over.


"We'll tow you."

They had met us yesterday at turkey creek, and heard we were broke down. Forth Quarter had called someone on the radio. The poor little chickens stayed in the canoe as we headed back to the boat, flapping and squawking as the water splashed in.

They towed our broken little boat all the way to the best place we could have landed, Mason's dock.  We were aprehensive, looking at all the expensive lake houses that surrrounded the cove. Then we saw a slips full of pontoons and knew we were safe.

"Pontoons, our friends on the river." had become one of Vorrasi's catch phrases.

We chatted with slyvia who ran the little resturant and ended up taking care of us the whole week. She'd save the dead minoes for the birds and we came to the resturant every morning for her hearty breakfasts.

The pontoon who saved us had also set up a time for a mechanic to come in the morning. "he's a good guy."  and he was.

He came down with his grandson in the morning and put our life line, the engine in his truck then drove off.

Faye let us show and do wash at her house, and fed us a lovely lunch.

We finished the roof of our house and all the walls. It leaks, but its nicer than the tent.

Tim and Jan took interest in us and became good friends. We don't laugh at ourselves untill we start talking and then all the hardships we have become worth the story. Thank you!

Mr. Grear helped me string my fishing pole, and showed me what kind of hook we needed. He caught us a nice bass for dinner. Oh it was good.

I learned to clean fish. Before I had only watched. It was horrifying at first, when I placed the flapping creature on the table. Its worth it. I love fish.

Glenn gave us his catch of bass and had lent us his tools for fixing our poor roof.

Mr. Reed, the owner of the boat dock, came over and warned us that our spot was a dangerous place to be in the wind.

Sylvia let us dock next to her place and it was a good test for our fixed motor.

We were starting to worry, but our man came back and the motor was beter than ever. He cleaned the carb, replaced the fuel line, fix our reverse, changed our oil, and changed the plugs.  He sat with us for a while and showed us how it all worked. This was such a help.

Whip and Karen invited us over for a bonfire and moonshine. it was a great party and lots of laugh.
"I was tickled by that chicken. It sat right next to me and I patted him."

He offered to pick up a load where ever we ended up and get my little birds home.
Mom says I can mail them so that might be easiest.

We departed masons with a whole crowd of friends waving from the dock. It gets lonely on the river, we are so thankful to meet such good people.

Turkey creek marina

"We're low on water."  I said.

The temperature had gone up. We were in shorts and thinking about swiming. Such a nice break from the big rain. The sun felt great. The chickens lay on thier sides in the sun and stretch out their little wings.  It became a new game to make the hen chase the sinker across the deck. She runs and jumps. Silly little feather head.

We were heading down the right decending back (left side) and came across Turkey creek marina.

"Lets stop there and get water."

Really nice folks. we stopped and talked for a bit, filled our jugs, and really wanted to get a move on to take advantage of our break in the weather. A beautiful sail boat was docked there. "someday... "

We made it 3 or four miles when that same sailboat caught up to us, and started to circle. I was so excited I jumped off the tiller and left the engine at an idle, after that it never started the same.

So I pushed and we made it 2 more miles before the smoke got too bad and we pulled over.

"We could just leave it here."

"This might be it."

locking up to Lake Kentucky

The current increased closer to the dam. We pushed on at our slow slow pace.

"Lake Kentucky lock, this is an upbound pleasure craft. over"

"Kentucky lock back. we're sending the tug at the gates through and after a dynmite blast we'll flip it and send you up."

I was on the phone with Zoe;
"You're waiting for the lock?"
"Yeah but they've got to blow something up first."

Bright orange life jacketed men came out on a john boat to instruct us and the fishermen to back off for the blast at 2:05pm. We were listening but didn't hear anything.

The green lights flashed and we inched to the monstrous chamber. Its alot different locking up instead of dwon. The doors look like the gates of mordor-100 feet high. Once we secured, it was like a hot tub's bubbler or water at a boil. We bubbled up to the lake's elevation and waited for the horn.

I caught some minoes which the chickens ate. ( Not the big fish I had hoped to catch) These birds are so bad. When I send the pole back before I cast, the chicken jumps up and eats the bate and I end up flinging an empty hook out.

Who knew chickens ate fish.

The lake was beautiful. This was the biggest water we've been on. Not that much barge traffic at all, and BEAUTIFUL.  The water was a line on the horizon and just at sunset its the same color as the sky. 

Slower than ever

"I didn't know that was possible." says disgruntled Vorrasi. "If its not the rain, its the wind. If its not the wind, its the current."

This is a smaller river and a tough 20 miles to the dam.

We walked two miles down a highway to get gas. lucky for us a bass boat pulled up and dropped us at the bridge we were parked under. Down the cliff we went and 20 gallons of gas.

almost to kentucky lake.

Port paduca

The roughest 4 miles
The most tugs we've ever seen
and the fastest current to top it all off.

A stryrofoam cup was keeping pace with us as it was blown up stream.

We pulled off just at sun set in a break between all the fleeting harbors called Creigs creek, our little haven in the chaos.

We rafted to cuba!

It wasn't a lie.

Cuba towhead island the end of our Ohio, on to a brand new river.

No Charts No Problem good bye ohio

We putted towards the Tennesse river mouth mile 933- the end of the ohio for us. It was a bit sad leaving our home river but we made the turn skipping paduca (6miles out of our way). We had no charts for the next 215 river miles, and no clue what we were about to get into. No charts, just the GPS out of mom's car.

Then, right as we were about to make the turn, a tri-toon pulls us over and gives us just what we needed. Lake Kentucky Charts!

lucky us.

It was the whole river but the next stretch. 

Cotton wood bar

Blown out for the day, we pulled into a small inlet on our starbord, hoping to hide in the back channel of an island for another 2miles. We came to the back channel and found a dried up creek.

"sure, we can fit through there.."

We were two miles from the mouth of the Tennesse.

"vorrasi, I couldn't have done it without you."
"Faith, I couldn't have done it without you either."

"You mean you wouldn't have done if it weren't for me."

There was a mountain of drift where we had anchored. I found the same model of our purple canoe crushed beneath a tree. We spent the day working on the house. I was able to find the rest of the wood that we had needed for the walls at our drift wood home depot!

When the wind settled down, I went to gather the lady birds. They were being extra tempermental on the acoount of this cricket infested bank. (About 20 of which hich-hiked with us). I ended up chasing the dear hens right into an anchor which we happily placed on the back corner of our boat.

Bad gas golconda

"five blocks hike to nearest gas."  said vorrasi.

He march off and up the hill. Weather was still holding so he was in a bit of a better mood, making me think we can make it.

A friend in a bass boat on a trailor pulled up:

"What are you doing?"

"Going south, wanna bring me to gas?"

WE arrived at the same time as Vorrasi who also found a ride. lucky lucky us. He filled gas and I got groceries. Who knew  300 miles later this gas would cost us our carborator.

Note: Stewards island has no tiki bar that we could find, and is really two islands. we slept there the night and lock through first thing the next morning.

Cave in rock

"The most beautiful pool on the ohio."

Vorrasi decided.

Our close run at teh last lock, being pinched between an electric plant, barge, and dam, along with all the indrustry of Mount Vernon, the Cave in Rock wilderness was just wonderful. The Weather was perfect and the rainy raft dried out.

The trees had just started to change and the river here is lined with rock bluffs framed by tree roots. In one of these rocks was a cave, well a Cave in a Rock.  We anchored right out side the entrance and waited for morning to explore.

Pirates had lived in the cave before us and robbed flatboats as they were forced by the island and outside of the bend to go near shore and thier cave. This cave had natural shelves, cool storage area in the back, and a sink hole in the bluff above that could act as both a chimney and communication port to the look outs on the 500ft cliff  thats now a campground.

This is a fine cave.

Wabash River

"We cought a fish!" I yell back to Vorrasi on the motor.


Its been a running joke that neither of us can catch a stupid scaly fish. He's from the city and I'm from inland so we are just fish dumb. We sit back there and cast the rod colin left and nothing.

I had heard flapping in the canoe, so thinking it was a chicken, I go over and find a two foot fish!

A Jap. Carp.

The canoe caught a fish before either of us.

Mud of Uniontown

Little did we know, the public odck was in two feet of water. We uncleated and couldn't get the engine down. The pool must have fluxuated overnight and left us to be blown deeper into the mud pit. Chickens were yelling and vorrasi was knee deep in mud trying to inch us out. We put everything heavy in the canoe and pushed.

A man on shore yelled,

"We're filling this barge with coal, do you want some on your boat?"

" We really need a push."

It took 6 huge guys to pull us out.

locked through with no problem.

River of Indrustry

We locked through and passed Mount vernon in the night. Towers of lights were off our port, it looked like some futuristic sci-fi space ship had landed and became a powerplant. 

Full speed through there. Vorrasi had first shift and I was on second while he tried to sleep. The fog set in and the land fell away leaving us in the middle of the foggy dark river. A tug's spot light shone threw the fog.

We yelled to each other over the motor full speed to shore;

"What are you doing? You have us in the middle" v
"I thought we were in the back channel" -f
"we are in the back channel!"

That was a good scare. We docked at Uniontown public dock, right before the dam.

500 feet

is what we made the next day... too windy.

I had a long walk through the woods finding lots of long boards for the new house. We finished one of the walls and hoped it didn't rain because the tarp didn't quite fit.  The chickens had a good hop on shore and vorasi spent HOURS making a can pork pinto stew.  I was so hungry by the time he was finished I ate some. "See I help cook. Its delicious" he said.

auzzi Bottoms

We got blown out by the mile 824, long landing bar a boat came over "you picked the best stop. West side of the river out of the wind. I sunk three of my boats on the other side of the river."
"You have to meet our friend indian Joe. He's been waving at you all morning., He doesn't get excited about things and he's excited."

My new shelf was almost done. I had been hammering and sawing all morning. It was the shabbiest thing, and I was tired.

We hop in their boat and rode cross the river to Indian Joe's camp.
" I had a chicken once. They love those hostest treats- the kind with the cream in the middle.. .A buddy dropped off a bunch of guinies (to eat the ticks) and a little black hen must have jumped off along with 'em. Two weeks later I couldn't figure out who was egging my car in its garage. I had the best sunday omeletts."

A big white dog greeted us and Indian Joe. We told stories and had a laugh at this land that floods every year and all the junk that washes up along with it.

"Joe, did you ever get that boat outta the weeds?'

"Naw, I forgot all about it. It might be there in the spring.  On the court house steps, I asked the man what I had just bought. 'The very worst' he said. 'All I need it for is fishing without being bothered'"

On the road again...

We left henderson with high spirits and a bag full of goodies from a little old lady scared of the water. She ran down the dock to shake our hand and give us her gift to the voyage. " If those little kids could make it down, I knew I could too. I'll just head right back to shore." We we docked next to a school so all the little kids had fun harassing the hens.

We passed dimond island on the way out. "largest island on the river" said our friend brain in a kayak. "for sale for 7million."