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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 51, 56 Miles - Cape to 3 Miles below Ohio River Confluence

Ohio River Confluence

Well, the muddy landing I made to prevent having to fight with the anchor proved not to be such a good idea. This morning after some coffee and a quick trip to a near by port-a-potty I untied the boat to realized I was stuck. The river dropped almost a foot and the front of the pontoons where well out of the water. I jumped off the boat to give it a push and sank thigh deep into the mud. The harder I pushed against the boat the deeper into the mud I sank. Well this sucks I thought to myself. I was half glad that no one was around to see me wallowing in the muck, but on the other hand some help would have been nice. Again I resorted to the motor but it just revved in place and boiled water up into the floor of the cabin. I tried reversing in one way and then the other, nothing happened, I was stuck like a voodoo doll. It was time to think outside the box but I wasn’t having any breakthrough ideas so I got down in the mud again but this time I got myself stuck too. Good thing the river wasn’t rising or I might have drowned. To pull my legs out I had to lay completely flat on my stomach. Now I was really glad there was no one watching or else I’d be on Youtube for sure. Nearby were some largish flat rocks that I used to make a platform in the mud and was finally able to inch the boat just a little. I thought the tiny movement was enough to have broken the seal of mud on the bottom of the pontoons so I washed myself off and climbed back to the motor again. First I reversed to the left and then to the right, and little by little my arc was increasing. Half an hour later I was free but feeling more than a little defeated. I wasn’t looking forward to tonight.

I made it to the Ohio River confluence, which designates the end of the Upper Mississippi and the beginning of the lower portion. It was a momentous occasion that I had been looking forward to for months before the trip even started. It was pretty much what I expected only wider and therefore not flowing quite as quickly as I had hoped. I made the effort to row over to where the two bodies of water met and their different colors swirled together. The way the Mississippi’s sediment hung and danced in the Ohio’s water reminded me of oil and dirty vinegar. The Confluence was a significant mile marker in the journey but the actual mile markers were totally anticlimactic. For almost two months now I have been watching the miles get closer to zero. I started at 856 and today I reached single digits, and then finally, Mile Marker 0. The next marker downstream however, read 951. I guess I still have a ways to go.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Sorry to read about your battle with the mud although I do kind of wish I could watch it on you-tube. If you get into this situation again you might try using the canoe to set an anchor with a z-drag on it.

Pa

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