We planned a long day today. We’d blast out of this lovely little creek as soon as the sun rose (6:15 ish) and get lots of miles behind us by sundown. The fog had other plans for us. It blocked our vision like a cement wall. So we not-so-patiently waited. Around 9:00 the fog decided to lift and dissolved within minutes. By
9:10 I was flipping the mud off the anchor with a spatula (The wash-down hose had no pressure. The intake must have been blocked.), and Bob was turning the boat back into the Tombigbee River.Today was a bit warmer than yesterday, and the sun was shining.
With our late start, we could only make one of the two anchorages we’d selected, so we turned into the cut-off at Mile 100. We were warned that sometimes there’s no water here. Or it can drop overnight and trap a boat until the water level rises again. We made our way into the cut. The banks stretched away and we anchored in a
small lake in 14 feet of water. Thanks to Ida, we’re still experiencing flood waters. It was a beautiful setting. There's an abandoned lock here that we toured buy dinghy and a park where we took Riley to run.
We grilled sausages and cooked zucchini and potatoes in foil packages like my mom used to do in our family camping days. Boat food always tastes good!
It was another cold night, but this 
time the generator cooperated and we could heat the boat and watch half of King Kong before going to bed.
Friday -
Another fog this morning. We could not see the shore or Rhumba Line, the sailboat that was anchored about 100 feet behind us. We were able to leave by 7:30, but the fog threw blinders on us again after about 10 miles, and we idled until it cleared. But the fog wasn’t finished with us yet! A third time we circled in a cloud, as 3 other boats joined us. One of the captains warned that there was a power plant ahead with the potential for barge traffic. We also got word that the train bridge ahead had been down for repairs the day before. Laura Lee called and it was reported back in service. By the time the fog lifted, of course, a train came and the bridge was lowered. But only for a few minutes. Then we were back on our way.
Big Bayou Canot was our destination, but it was 4:20 and it would be dark shortly, so we slid into Little lizard Creek. The current made anchoring a challenge, but Captain Bob rose to it, and after several tries and muffled blasts of 4-letter words, we were secure with bow and stern anchor. It was an eerie place with no banks. The water just went on into the dark spaces under the trees whose hanging branches loomed over us. Bumps in the night - logs hitting the hull? - awoke us several times.
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