Fish Are Jumpin'…

October 3, 2004

 

          We have just had a wonderful weekend with our friends, Joy and Dave Ludwig.  We became friends in Canton about 20 years ago, and about 10 years ago, they moved to Chattanooga, Tennessee.  We met them in Rogersville, Alabama, which is a couple hours away from their home, and we spent our first evening at a quiet anchorage on the Tennessee River. As we rowed around the little inlet where we were anchored, we were amazed at the number of fish that were jumping out of the water all around us.  Between the jumping fish, the warm sunshine, a good dinner, and the company of great friends, it was an evening to remember.

          An added benefit of the Ludwig’s company was the opportunity to take advantage of their “wheels,” which we used to ride to the nearest Wal Mart, otherwise known as Boater’s Mecca. While we were happy to re-provision the boat, the real thrill was seeing the wonderful fields of cotton we passed along the way.  A few fields had already been picked, but most of the fields were white with the soft, fuzzy tufts. It was a beautiful sight.  I jumped out of the car to scoop up balls of cotton from the side of the road, a souvenir for the scrapbook.

          So, it’s summertime (well, it still FEELS like summertime in Alabama!), and the living on Grace is easy.  Fish are jumpin’, and the cotton is high!  

          Life is good!

 

Learnin’ Southern

 

October 3, 2004

         

          Now that I’ve seen cotton fields, I’m doing my best to learn the whole Southern thing. I’ve eaten catfish, hush puppies, and grits, and the grits are OK.   Having Joy and Dave with us this weekend was a big help, and I’m making good progress at understanding the language. I’ve learned that oil and foil rhyme with pole.  I’ve learned that it’s “just plain ugly” to gossip about other people, but it’s OK to do so if you follow your “ugly” remark with, “bless her heart.”

          However, even Joy and Dave were out Southerned at breakfast today, when the waitress presented us with our two checks, saying, “Here are ya’allses checks.”  I guess I’ve got me some more learnin’ to do. 

 

 

Rendezvous in Rogersville

October 8, 2004

         

          The last few days have been a wonderful highlight of our trip so far.  Over 50 boats and 170 people gathered at Joe Wheeler State Park in Rogersville, Alabama for three days of fun, friendship, and learning.  Many of the attendees were cruisers currently doing the Loop, and there were, in addition, veteran Loopers and “dreamers,” hoping to do it some day.  We met up with many wonderful friends whom we had already met along the way and also made some new friends, whom we hope to see again. Ron and Eva Stob, who wrote the book, Honey Let’s Get a Boat, were the organizers of the event and did a fabulous job creating a wonderful experience for everyone. Their book, published in 1999, is the account of their travels on the Loop, and it has been the inspiration for many Loopers since then.

The Rendezvous included many informative sessions about the journey ahead, including how to find our way through the hurricane devastated Panhandle of Florida, what to expect on the TennTom River, and how to safely cross the Gulf of Mexico.  As a result of these sessions, we’ve learned that it’s safer and wiser to cross the Gulf (a 17 to 20 hour overnight passage for Grace), as opposed to cruising the “elbow” between Carrabelle and Tarpon Springs, where the water is very shallow at this time of year. I’m both nervous and excited at the prospect of an overnight journey; it will be a first for me! I try to focus my imagination on dolphins frolicking in the moonlight as opposed to visions of “A Perfect Storm.” 

          Bob and I took part in a dinghy scavenger hunt/poker run, where we zipped around the river, seeking the answers to a list of clues. We were awarded one playing card for each correct answer, and we got them all right and drew a strait. Bob also raced in the kayak race, where he was only 10 seconds behind the first place finisher, and he got all the aerobic exercise he needed for that day!

          We all had dinner together every night, and the final night was a banquet with all kinds of crazy awards given in such categories as the oldest boat (1977), the longest marriage (52 years), the woman who did the most driving, the man who did the most cooking, the people who have done the Loop the most times (2 ˝ ), the people closest to finishing the Loop, and the people closest to the beginning of the Loop.  We got a prize for the Scavenger hunt/poker run, a gift certificate to a marina north of here.  Since we’re heading south, we gave it to some friends who were glad to have it.

          The best part of the Rendezvous, by far, was the people. So many great people were here, and each had a different story about how they got to this point in their lives.  Many folks have been boaters forever and have had some amazing adventures, and there were lots who either live on their boats or spend the majority of their time on them. However, there also were some total novices who read a book, bought a boat, and are learning as they go.  The common denominator amongst almost everyone was that they love the water, love boats, and are VERY NICE PEOPLE.  For most, this trip is a dream come true, and so practically everyone is happy. The bond we have in sharing this adventure is wonderful, and we hope to meet up with many of these new friends later in our journey.

 

Bass Fishing Tournament

 

October 11, 2004

 

          For the past two weekends, our marinas have hosted bass fishing tournaments, and we’ve been amazed at the turnout and at the enthusiasm for bass fishing around here.  The first one was a professional tournament, and the first and second prizes were two $40,000 bass boats. The second was an amateur tournament, and even that offered a fully equipped $38,000 bass boat for first prize and an $18,000 boat for second place.

          Jen and Todd joined us on Sunday, after flying in from Birmingham.  We met them at the Greyhound station in Florence and took them straight to an EXCELLENT church, where we enjoyed wonderful worship music, including drums and saxophone. From there, we went to the boat to briefly settle in.  The guy who worked at the marina told us about the tournament and insisted that we hurry up and get over there before we missed anything.   The fishermen had gone out at 7 am and were due back at 2:00.  In that 7 hours, they were to attempt to catch up to 5 bass, each at least 12 inches long.  The person with the greatest combined weight would win, and an additional prize of $2000 was given for the largest single fish.

          On the advice of our friend at the marina, we gobbled down some lunch and rushed over to the judging area. The harbor was a mass of fishing boats, as 233 boats came in for the weigh-in. We stood around, along with lots of other spectators, as, one by one, the fishermen had their fish weighed and the totals were announced.  Jen and I wondered why it was so important that we rush over to see this, as the weigh- in went on for several hours.  Obviously, some of the drama of the event was lost on us, especially since all the fish were thrown back. (I kept thinking about the delicious fish dinners that were swimming away!)

          I spotted a man whose bag of fish looked pretty big and asked him if I could take a picture. He proudly pulled out his largest fish and held it up for me to photograph (see photo gallery).  It weighed 4.75 lbs! 

          Although I am not a fisherman, the fun of this event for me was to see another example of the many things in life that bring people happiness.  We’re all so different and yet so much the same. We want to have something unique at which we can excel, and we love sharing our enthusiasm for our “thing” with others. Our “thing” is doing the Great Loop; theirs is catching big bass. Whatever turns you on!!!

 

Southern Hospitality

October 14, 2004

 

          Today, we were in Aberdeen, Mississippi with Jen and Todd, and we were told that this town was noted for its many lovely Antebellum homes.  There was one called the Magnolias, which we borrowed the marina’s courtesy car to visit.  Miss Sara, a warm and lovely 77 year old lady with a beautiful Southern drawl, gave us a fascinating tour of this gracious old home.  It had been donated to the city by a wealthy family and is now used frequently for weddings and community events.  The gardens were exquisite, and the magnolia trees were as big as our old sugar maples in New England.  When you enter the front door, which is surrounded by panels of colored glass, you see a huge front hall with a crystal chandelier and an ornate double staircase, decorated with hand carved mahogany. The furnishings were just amazing, and the stories Miss Sara told us made it all come to life.

          The Magnolias was the only house in town that offered official tours.  However, before we left, Miss Sara asked us if we would like to see another home, and we said we would.  She called her friend Mr. Crosby, who was the donor of many of the furnishings at the Magnolias, and who also has a lovely home in town.  She couldn’t reach him, and so we decided to do a driving tour of the old homes in town and agreed to look at his house from the outside.

          We drove around town, oohing and aahing about the pretty houses, and then we decided to do some shopping in town.  As we were walking down Main Street, a gentleman stopped us and asked if we were the people from Connecticut. Shocked, we told him we were and asked how he knew.  He explained that he was Mr. Crosby, and that he had heard from Miss Sara after we left. He’d been driving around town looking for us and finally tracked us down when he spotted the marina courtesy car.  He invited us to his house, the Victorian, for a tour.  How’s that for hospitality?  Needless to say, we accepted!

          Mr. Crosby loved to talk, and he had some fantastic stories to tell.  He told us how he came to buy the house, which had been owned by a family who left it to their daughters, on the condition that it couldn’t be sold until they had all passed away.  The last surviving daughter was blind and lived to a ripe old age. Apparently she had no money and was the recipient of the charity of her neighbors for the basics of life, but she had no means to maintain the house.  On her death, her heirs found the house in utter shambles, with the town anxious to condemn it and tear it down.  Her estate was in debt for $5000, after her funeral expenses were paid. Mr. Crosby, who lived in town, hated the idea of this once lovely place being destroyed, and he agreed to buy it from the heirs for the $5000 debt. 

Mr. Crosby’s father was a wealthy doctor during the Depression era, and many of his patients paid him in furniture, clocks, and other lovely objects, since they had no money. These items were displayed throughout the house. In addition, there were many wonderful items that had been handed down in his family for generations.  Mr. Crosby’s bed was a huge mahogany cannon ball style bed that had been used by Thomas Jefferson.  There was a really nice hutch type cabinet in the kitchen which was found floating down the Mississippi River after a flood.

We spent well over an hour with this very interesting and hospitable 78 year old gentleman, who taught us a lot about not only the history of his home and the South, but also about Southern hospitality! Thank you, Mr. Crosby!