I’m anchored here near the mouth of the Thames River. It’s worth a look at the map.
I’ve found very few people who share my enthusiasm for rivers. So I won’t go on about it. But I’m excited to be here.
Tomorrow I’m going to fuel up – I’m running on fumes – and head upstream. I’m pretty sure I can get to Chatham. There was a notice of a closed bridge with 13′ clearance, but I can get under that I think. We’ll see.
I didn’t make it all the way into Wallaceburg as I encountered a bridge that was open but unattended. I didn’t call them, just dropped anchor and dinghied in to downtown for lunch. Pretty quiet place these days.
It’s lovely here in a sterile sort of way. Very little in the way of critters, though I was driven in by bugs at dusk. But nice evening. Calm and clear.
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I like that idea. Kink of Huck Finn.
I’ll let Scott know that you could be in Chatham tomorrow