Here the Admiral gets her first cup, one of our favorites.
This is just a small example of the up close views of the Whopping Cranes, a mom and her juvenile enjoying the crabs together.
Here we are approaching the West flood gate.
We are now in the Colorado River, the Tows in the East Lock are trying to get close together so they can close the gate and lock them through.
This little Juvenile Raptor was watching it all with the rest of us.
Looking South down the Colorado, these guys decided to keep on fishin while they wait.
The Tow in the back had to get sideways so they could close the gate.
Good, the Gate is Closed...we are next.
Here the little fishing boats are all over the place but we are coming down the middle!
That's right boys, get in a single file and move over!
There were 4 boats in the parade, I think this one got 1st Place.
This picture does not do the fireworks justice..they were amazing great...with really loud BOOMS!
We motored sailed across CC bay with 100% Genoa and made 7+ kts. As we got into the Ship channel near Port A the winds were on the nose so Go Yanmar rest of the way to Fulton. The Admiral was not much impressed yet as she wondered how she would endure hours on the boat every day for two weeks or more. We did have a pleasant time in Fulton but nothing new. Planned to get up at 5:30 am to get a early start to Port O'Conner as we would be crossing San Antonio Bay and this is not Lynn's favorite as the last time we were there was in a fog so bad we could barely see our bow.
Well I think I used up all the points I banked from the previous day so I made sure the rest of the trip just had positive moments. When you pass a barge in narrow areas of the ICW you can see the water rushing away from the banks as the barge moves toward you. So that must mean the water is also rushing away from the bottom of our little sailboat to which makes you get pretty friggen close to the barge to make sure not to run aground. Just as you get past the nose of the barge your speed increases by about 7-9 tenths of a knot. Then you get in their prop wash and your depth meter freaks from all the stirred up mud. You just have to be alert and pay attention to the details in front of you and pray that there is not another mound of mud waiting for your keel.