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In the summer of 2008 I will be taking a pontoon houseboat down the Mississippi River from Minneapolis St. Paul to the Gulf of Mexico. It will be my home and vessel as I descend the mighty Mississip. This will be a healthy and relaxing trip, an adventure worth experiencing, and a good-livin-hell-of-a-time. For six years this trip has been living as a fantastical goal within me. I know the beginning is around the bend, and that makes me smile like I just lost my training wheels.

The boat is not traditional in many ways except for that it floats. It is a unique HPB (human powered boat) that in basic appearance looks like a hybrid between a cataraft on steroids and a traditional houseboat. There are four different systems of propulsion that can be operated individually or in conjunction with one another. Its primary form of power comes from two pedal-driven-propeller stations located at the stern on both sides of the boat. They resemble recumbent bicycles with a propeller instead of wheels. In addition, there is a set of oars for rowing on the front deck. The boat also has, for those occasions when the current is strong, sweeps that can be operated from the top of the cabin. Sweeps are long oars that resemble gigantic hockey sticks. They protrude fore and aft of the boat and are used for steering and lateral movement but not necessarily to gain downstream momentum. Lastly there is an outboard motor that can be used in emergencies, for safety and to make up lost time.

The 3-foot diameter inflatable pontoons are 22 feet long and are attached to a frame constructed from 2” Aluminum pipe. The frame also doubles as the skeletal structure, which supports a hanging floor, two side decks, a front deck and a cabin. Plywood that is cut to the right dimensions and fastened to the aluminum pipe forms the floor and decks. As for the cabin, it is waterproof nylon, canvas and mesh all sewn together and fitted around the aluminum pipe. Inside the cabin there are four berths, a living area, a kitchen and storage. Oh yeah there is a bathroom too, outfitted with all the amenities a camping king would expect.

From June through August I’ll weave approximately 1800 miles through 10 states to the ever-nearing Gulf Coast. Geographically speaking the Mississippi River is separated into two sections, the upper and lower, with the dividing point lying at the confluence with the Ohio River. Both section are as unique as they are long and will offer a river front glimpse at Middle America. One major difference of the Upper Mississippi is that it is a series of pools created by channel dams, while the lower half is free flowing. Due to this, the average current will be much faster downstream of the Ohio River. Along the way I will ‘lock through’ 27 locks, visit the homes of Mark Twain and Elvis, dodge barge traffic, and do some fishing and sunbathing. I intend to explore as much as possible, learn what I can and enjoy life to brim.

If you’d like to come, believe me, I want you to. In fact, I want as much company as possible. The cabin will sleep four, so I hope to have three others with me at all times. The invitation is open to everyone and anyone, family, friends, friends of friends, and especially to characters I meet along the way. There is an itinerary in the blog archive that will help you choose when, where and for how long you would like to join the adventure. Don't worry; I expect the trip will take me 100 days, so you'll have all summer to fit in a Mississippi get-a-way.

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Day 25, 17 Miles - Clinton to Princeton

The flood water reached the bottom of the windows of this house on stilts

A little drizzle doesn't keep us from working

An ariel photo of Big Getter, Go Fish and their flood damaged docks.
The photo was taken by Captain Steve Nemo.


We started the day off in a little drizzle and it added to my anxiety about getting under a railroad trestle just downstream. The river is closed to barge traffic right now due to the flooding, so all of the swing bridges are closed to allow trains to pass. We scoped it out yesterday with DeeAnn and Rich, so I knew it was going to be a close fit. The fact that Big Getter has inflatable pontoons could come in very handy in this situation I thought. We could always take some air out and lower our height by about 6 inches. Aaron and Johnny helped me prepare by stowing the flagpole, light and anything else that is normally on the roof. The Big Getter’s roof sits about 7 feet off the water and the bridge I estimated to have about a 7-foot clearance. My heart was definitely pumping at an abnormal rate. I motored up to the bridge where I saw the least current and turned to face upstream. Gunning the motor I realized I could get back up stream if we weren’t going to sneak under and started to relax a little. Johnny was up front and Aaron poised in the stern ready to twist the sweeps to prevent their blades from catching. Ten feet upstream of the bridge Johnny said “No problem” and Aaron agreed. “We got this” he said. I kept the motor running and we cleared the under side by about 8 inches as we drifted under it backwards. I breathed easy and the sun cam out about the same time.

We drifted the rest of the day unencumbered and enjoy the sights. We passed a riverfront community that had been flooded by what looked to be a good 6-8 feet. There were water lines above the windows and the remnants of sandbag walls just barely visible at the now receding water line. Our aim was to get down to Princeton to eat at a burger joint called Go Fish. Some sixty miles upstream we started hearing rumors of the restaurant so we didn’t want to miss it. Not in a hurry by any means we drifted at a slow pace and read on the upper deck. About dinnertime, when Princeton rounded the bend, we were passing by a monolith-sized plant of some sort. The thing that got our attention were the rows of chain link fence, concertina wire and a number of raised guardhouses. The facility looked like a maximum-security prison. After brainstorming for a while we realized that it must be a nuclear plant. Soon, at Go Fish we would learn that indeed it was a nuclear plant that supplied Chicago with power. The local power here in Princeton comes from a coal plant just down river. The burgers were scrumptious and we were enjoying the river view we the Twilight passed us by. I sorry we didn’t get that whistle blast I was hoping for, but seeing the same vessel day after day makes me feel part of the river community.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

How did Captain Nemo get that aerial photo?!

I'll bet you get a whistle from Twilight on another passing.

I skipped around in Twain's Life on the Mississippi and found a few stories that I can recommend if you want to give it another try: Chapter XXXI A Thumb-Print..., and continued in Chap XXXII. Then there is a very short story that starts 2/3 of the way through Chap.XI, The River Rises. It starts with "I thought I had finished this chapter, ..."

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