Day 11

We started out our day at 9:30. We have decided to try and make it to Rockport Illinois by Friday. About 200 miles away. We are sick and tired of the rain and cold, and we need to get into some warmer weather.
It seems that most of the marinas are closing up for the winter or at the very least are only open on the weekends, which makes it hard for us to find gas. We have to call ahead and keep calling, because they don’t answer their phones very often. We finally find one in Burlington that has gas for us and pull in. A nice gentleman by the name of Chuck ends up talking to us for about ¾ of an hour, giving us tips and details of the trip. (He came up the river this past spring and summer) He even offered for us to use his vehicle. (Twice) Everyone we meet at the marinas are welcoming and extremely nice. People love to talk about their “stories” and give you endless amount of pointers. Which happen to be almost always the same pointers that the previous person told us. But we just politely listen and take what we don’t know out of it. It is helpful, for the most part.
We ended up docking at a restaurant called “Big Muddy’s”. We ate a delicious diner of ribs and catfish and stayed free on the dock. (No anemeties) It rained pretty steady all night. It is getting dark so early now. We always think that it is later than it really is. Then time just slips away and before we know it, it is 11pm. I guess that when you enjoy the company, time has little relevance.



Burlington Bridge