Hornets Nest

A Hornets Nest

Previously I have described Steve’s aerobic style of pursuing insects.  Now, I have to report it may have come back to haunt him.  Yesterday morning, he made several vigorous swats in the neighborhood of a hornet that was just seeking warmth in our pilot house.  The final swing must have stunned the critter because he fell away and disappeared from view – or so we thought. A few hours later (and perhaps many degrees warmer) the pesky fella stung Steve’s finger as he rearranged tools on his dash. It might be a stretch to suggest this little guy was just acting out his anger or even seeking revenge, but surely the stench of the multitude of smooshed insects lingers on the pilot house windows? Perhaps more accuracy and less vigor would help? The resulting swollen hand and liberal application of Benadryl like substances left Steve in pain and groggy – He safely piloted us under the Decatur railroad lift bridge and into the Riverwalk marina across the river from Decatur AL where we tied to the transient dock behind the Hard Dock Café. A nap helped but by then our window for a walk into the historic part of Decatur had closed – or closed in with a light sprinkle and darkness.  We opted for some football watching (Go ‘Noles) and crab cake entrees at the restaurant. Fortunately Steve’s hand is 300 times improved this morning – but sadly the hornet lost his life over the incident.

 

 

The Decatur area on the river was surprising industrial with big agri-businesses!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As we passed under the I65 bridges toward Chattanooga, the scenery along the river is more often rural and decked out in fall colors.  We share a few pictures for your seasonal enjoyment along the river and at our rustic stop in Joe Wheeler State Park Marina.

 

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

We only caught a glimpse of the massive buildings at the Marshall Space Flight Center and Redstone Arsenal along the river in Huntsville.

 

 

Couldn’t leave out the impressive Wilson Lock – which is the largest we will transit with a 97 foot lift. The Wheeler lock with only a 45 foot lift seemed tiny by comparison. The Wilson lock also features a unique upriver gate that sinks rather than swings open. This is one of the oldest dams on the Tennessee River and when it was built in the 1920s it was the highest in the world. Today it is only the third highest, yet amazingly it took only 20 minutes to fill the chamber and get us on our way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

P.S. The depth sounder is still not working and after days of trouble shooting gymnastics, Steve has narrowed it down to the “transducer” which was installed last year since the old (spare) seems to work just fine. Is the moral here “don’t upgrade what isn’t broken”? Speaking of upgrading – it seems repairing a microwave is more expensive than replacing one – now if only that includes upgrading to stainless steel I would be happy.  Sadly, no one seems to make the tiny, under counter mounted version I need in shiny stainless.  Although not perfect, life goes on even with vanilla white microwave ovens.

P.P.S.  Still no idea why the DVD player refuses to work on demand – she just starts and stops at her whim. Well, mostly stops.

P.P.P.S. And, my Kindle spontaneously lights up without the touch of human hands. Is it the season, or a conspiracy to drain the battery?

Spook Season

Electron Gremlins

Now we are not whining since on a boat it always seems the next “issue” is just around the corner. We live with the expectation that the next breakdown can happen at any time.  But, in this season of spooks, we have been having bizarre electrical visitations.  Some like the still not functioning recently replaced depth sounder on our lower helm defy even the techs at Raymarine, but a few seem other worldly.  For example, twice the DVD player just stopped. All the lights went off and it would not eject.  The VHS in the same machine, however, continued to work and have power? A few days later, it suddenly had power again so we started another DVD and it also stopped midway through…..  Now the microwave has power and lights, but none of its buttons work. They functioned just fine last time we used it! The little kitchen timer just refused to work even with new batteries. Replacing the old ones on the other hand restarted it. The spare TV wouldn’t start but ten minutes later she fires up.  The laptop died – this might have been the chilly temps – because after letting it rest in front of the heater vent she finally rebooted and did some interesting scans. So far the electric toilette is working as is the heater, so we are limping along. Maybe all the spooks will leave us by the end of the month or when we reenter the magic 70 degree weather zone. Stay warm.

P.S. although not exactly electrical, the thermostat on my oven has gone crazy or is it the thermometer in the over?
   

Freezing in Florence

Florence, AL and her sister cities

 

 

 

 

After catching up with Rick and Deb and enjoying their joint rowing efforts, we left early for our run up river to Florence.  This is really four cities – Florence on the north side of the river and Muscle Shoals, Sheffield and Tuscumbia on the south side. Beside catching up on chores and stocking our pantry, we sampled the major attractions of this beautiful area aglow with fall colors. Florence boasts a restored main street most of which dates from the 1880s to 1920s. There we found numerous restaurants and shops although the big box national stores are on the outer loop road. Taking advantage of the courtesy car for longer than usual since no one else was in the marina, we made pilgrimages to the birthplaces of WC Handy – the Father of the Blues and Helen Keller.  

The log cabin where Handy spent his youth was preserved, moved into town and joined to a museum and library in his honor.  Handy was the first to use “the Blues” in a song title and he is credited with bringing attention to the blues sound.  Among his famous works are “Beale Street Blues”, “Memphis Blues”, and the highly acclaimed “St. Louis Blues”, which was based on his own near homeless experiences in St Louis. Amazingly he continued to compose after he went blind in his early seventies.  Examples of his compositions in braille were included among the many artifacts of his storied life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

From this blind musical prodigy we crossed the river to Tuscumbia to visit the birthplace and childhood home of Helen Keller.  She was born in the cottage on the property but moved to the larger house at Ivy Green after the illness that destroyed her hearing and eyesight.  It was here that she finally learned to associate the signed word water with the water coming from the pump. The home has been preserved with more than 85% original furnishings from her family’s time there and includes many photos and mementos of her life.  The main house was actually built in 1820 by her grandparents and occupied by her parents until their death. It is surprisingly spacious and gracious but gives a good idea of the life young Helen knew.  The cook’s room and kitchen building sit behind the main house and the two room cottage is nearby. This complex was part of a 650 acre plantation in Helen’s youth, but it is now only a large garden closely surrounded by the town.

 

 

The Frank Lloyd Wright’s Rosenbaum house was another surprise.  Just a few blocks from the marina on a quiet bluff overlooking the river is an example of Wright’s Usonian architecture. During the depression he sought to keep building homes by offering modest priced small houses. This gem remains today since Mrs. Rosenbaum and her sons gave it to the city on the condition that they make the needed restorations.  The original home cost about $14,000 but the city spent more than $750,000 to restore it in 1999. Today it stands much as Wright envisioned as a small scale home blending into its site with indoor outdoor views from each room.  Sadly the view of the river has been lost with new development and the growth of trees, but the gardens still provide decoration for the walls of windows. This house is also unique since Wright later designed an addition which was essential as the family grew to include four boys.  The original kitchen was about the size of my boat galley and in a dark corner.  The addition included much needed storage as well as a larger kitchen, a bunk room for the boys and a second dining area.  The living space, study and bedrooms have beautiful windows to the gardens, low ceilings around the edges with a clearstory around the raised center.  This low horizontal multi-roof style was a Wright hallmark. Although beautifully connected to the views, there are quirky aspects of the house that would make it hard to live in today.  In fact several of them, the multiple levels and steps plus the very, very narrow doorways and halls, are why Mrs. Rosenbaum had to move out when she broke her hip. Also, the kitchen is still very dark, the addition kind of wanders and wastes space, bathrooms are tiny, and storage is still limited. I can admire the beautiful spaces but would not want to live in or maintain them. Nevertheless, to see Wright’s ideas embodied in this small-scale, cozy home, tucked away in Florence AL, was a treat.

In spite of the chilly weather, we walked to the nearby Indian Mound and Museum on the Tennessee River.  This mound was probably for ceremonial use not a burial site.  The archeologists date it to the middle Woodland Period which pre-dates the Mississippians. Since the mound is now virtually surrounded by the port it is amazing that the area has been preserved, but it speaks to the long occupation of this strategic site on the Tennessee River.  The collection of arrowheads was impressive.

 

This area was important for several reasons.  The city of Muscle Shoals reportedly got its name from the mussels that lived in the shoals along this stretch of the river.  Evidence shows that ancient people harvested the mussels here as an important source of food. In addition, the river was navigable down to the Ohio and then to the Mississippi giving easy access to this area for the earliest people as well as European settlers.  Nowadays there are dams which cover the shoals and let us continue on up the river. The city of Muscle Shoals is now famous for the music created and recorded here in the 60s and 70s by the likes of the Osmonds, the Rolling Stones, Rod Stewart and many, many others. Although smaller in scale, the music recording business and performance scene is still alive and vibrant with many venues. Sadly, it is not Nashville since most of the action is only on the weekends and our visit was during the week. We also missed the Coon Dog Cemetery, Pope’s Tavern Museum and of course the antique stores, so we will have to stop here again on our way back down the river.

 

 

 

P.S. Our stop Florence Harbor Marina included some excitement for Frank.  He got locked out of the cabin for more than 4 hours while we were off running errands and touring.  It was "reported" that he did some exploring and slid off the upper helm in a dramatic fashion.  We surely got an earful from this very quiet non-vocal feline on our return, but thankfully he didn’t abandon ship. All of us have learned our lessons – Frank doesn’t venture outside unless he can see Steve, and we count noses a little better when we lock up.