Adios Nashville
Departed Nashville ~ 1930. It was gloriously overcast and relatively cool. At least 20 degrees cooler than it has been, which is so welcome. The part of the Cumberland upriver from the Cheatham Dam is so damn stunning. I just love the homes scattered along the coastline.
This one had its own motorized lift for a pontoon boat:
Stunning scenery:
We’ve had so little commercial traffic. Today, we passed by a couple tugs (called tows here) pushing some ginormous barges. You hail them on Channel 13, identify where you are and ask if they wish to “pass on the one.” One is the audible whistle which means one passes port to port. Two would be two whistles meaning to pass starboard to starboard. Totally different lingo here.
Went back through the Cheatham Lock. Was much smoother the second time around. I think going down versus up gives a little less turbulence too. This time around we also deployed our two ginormous Taylor “Super Duty” fenders…these things are 18″ in diameter and 42″ tall…kept FF well away from the wall.
The gates were open when we got there, so we had zero wait time. The lock operators have been super nice. When we were two miles upriver, I called the lock operator (different from the one last week), he told me the lock was closed for 2 months! I said, “Oh shit” and he started cracking up. Gotta love these guys’ sense of humor. I totally marvel at the engineering on the locks.
Pulled into Clarksville, TN around 3:00 after 48 miles. Super easy day on the water. Walked a couple miles into the historic town and went to the Strawberry Alley Brewery. Sampled some of the local beer and spirits and had a great dinner. We passed the Clarksville Courthouse on the way which I thought was so pretty.
Back on FF. Tomorrow, plan to head to Lick Creek in Lake Barkley and anchor out with Kent and Heather on Heartbeat, another AT34.
Happy Monday! M&M
4 thoughts on “Adios Nashville”
Having great fun reading YOUR stuff– feels like a holiday for this hack writer.
Locks are amazing… but require you to obey their physics. One time, in band camp, I mean France… our barge crew forgot to unleash (my landlubber word) one of the cleats as we descended until BOOM. Cleat came flying through our ‘stateroom’ window. We were drinking lunch in the parlor and were spared injury. The broken window was covered with a black garbage bag for the rest of our journey. Tres fancy.
I don’t recall the lock operators had a sense of humor like yours. They were French.
That’s hilarious! Thankfully, we are not in France, and the tow operators and lock operators alike have been truly wonderful to us. This is very fortuitous as we are fairly novice boaters in this these here parts! The terminology is different, and waterways absolutely so. Mike and I thought of you as we ate “lunch” at the Union Station Hotel in Nashville. We were not planning to eat there, but the menu was fun so did. Mike asked me if you would approve. I will be so bold as to say you would have. Great flavors, each of which complimented the others, and neither of which outdid the others. Fun shit for sure. A cocktail at The Hermitage Hotel was the capper. I erroneously thought their restaurant was part of the Capital Grill; but was corrected in that it is the Capitol Grill. And, one of the oldest restaurants in Nashville. Very cool joint. Miss you girl! xo
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Muah!
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