Looking downstream, the channel markers on the left are red conical buoys, officially called nuns. The markers on the right are green cylindrical buoys called cans.
Either the Coast Guard hasn't done a big retrieval trip in a while, or this flood has dislodged a large number of nuns and cans. Some are still drifting but most are on the river's edge, usually mixed in with driftwood.
Society of Untethered Nuns, aka SUN.
Brotherhood of Untethered Cans, aka BUC.
Many members of SUN and BUC were seen today.
Camped at the floodplain woods next to the boat ramp at Trail of Tears State Park. River mile 67. Nice campers at the adjacent campground (the old biddy campground host not being one of them) brought chairs and companionship and offered to take us to the grocery store.
The water dropped 6" last night, but has another ten feet to drop to get back to where it was a week ago. Today it was carrying a lot of logs. I'm very curious to see how long it takes the logs to come to rest.
About ten barge tows passed today, or roughly one per hour. That's much busier than it was above St. Louis.
The forecast promised calm, but we had mild headwind most if the day. Not enough to kick up chop, but a bother none-the-less. And, as to my second fear, we had no industrial docks or fleeted barges on our side of the river all day. We stayed on the Missouri side, there are almost no islands or back channels, so no motivation to go to the other side.
We are healthy and happy.
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