Morons with fast boats day 2 of 3

Can't wait for Tuesday when the testosterone poisoned young men and their noisy fast wake making machines go back home and let this river have some peace and quiet. Especially the jerk who fired up his 300 hp boat full throttle before leaving the no-wake confines of the lock structure and gave us our first close call by nearly swamping us. Jim took water over the bow, but little Miss Tuffy held strong. The percentage of inconsiderate jerks on the river is absolutely astonishing; we have never experienced a group of people with as high a number of plain assholes as power boaters.

Other than the boat traffic we had a very fine day. This is a splendid stretch of river with many islands and back channels and beautiful bluffs on both banks.

We're camped on Johnson Island at river mile 717.2

It's been years since I camped near very active freight trains and had forgotten what a rumble it is. This particular camp has stereophonic rumbles and horn-blowing - two lines on the east bank and one line on the West Bank. And I believe all three lines were a'rumble when a sunset squall let loose with dark clouds and a burst of heavy rain. The added train noise made it feel like Woton's wrath had been let loose.

I was thinking a lot about papa Ned today, and how much I appreciate all he did for me and what a great dad he's been. He would have loved taking a trip like this. If he was here he'd be fishing every day! Imagine how many baby catfish he could eat in one trip.

Many thanks to Tim Marshall, EnlightenedEquipment.com, for meeting us at the river with a couple packages he received on our behalf. That was very kind.

We're happy and healthy.
p.s. forgot to mention the bloody headwinds were back today with a vengeance.


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