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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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Final Fairwell

After many years of dreaming, months of planning and a summer of blissful living, the Mississippi odyssey has come to an end. It is bitter sweet. Satisfied? Yes I am. From the beginning I knew this trip would be awesome but it surpassed my expectations with ease and magnitude. The scenery was exquisite. Long drawn out bends of river were bound only by the sky's border and her waters swept across the world creating a sense of wilderness that I had not expected. Tornados gave way to tug boats, and dams transformed into dikes, but one thing remained constant through the entire trip, generosity, which I encountered relentlessly from all the people who I met along the way. I am grateful for their friendship and couldn’t have done without. Big Getter’s design, functionality and reliability allowed solid comfort and evoked confidence as I snaked 1800 miles through the flood of ’08 ever approaching the Gulf of Mexico. I am now bonded to part of our country that I had previously not known. The Mississippi River is in my memories and in my soul.

Day 84 - Still loading up

Stripped screws made taking the decking off a bit of a problem

 Big Getter's Gear

Well, it was a big job and I couldn't have done it without Aaron and Kathy's help. Aaron drove over from Houston to help me break down the boat and load it up. He got in about dark last night and although Kathy and I had gotten a big portion of the work done there was still a few hour left to do. The sun set on us faster than we had expected last night so we left the decking, frame and pontoons still attached and sitting in the water. The task of removing the deck was a bit of a puzzle and took some additional tools that we picked up this morning. We set to work and after sweating it out for four hours, Big Getter was unrecognizably jammed into the back of 16 foot Penske truck. We hugged each other and then climbed into the air-conditioned car and headed off to the hotel for a proper shower. 

Day 83, 12 Miles - Algiers lock to take out

A sad sight

Algiers Canal and boat ramp

I woke up and sprang into action all in one solid motion. I knew what a big task it was going to be to disassemble the boat, rent a truck and pack it up. Not to mention finding a place to take the boat out of the water. Kathy was already up and making coffee when I called the lock master, "Big Getter to Algiers Lock." "Algiers back," said the lock master. "I'd like to lock through west bound." "Where you at Skipper?" "Im tied up to the dolphin (a little lingo I learned along the way)" "Which dock?" He asked. "No, Im tied up to the dolphin, and am heading west." "I don't know which dock that is." Well shit, I just waited a second to see if he would put it together and then the radio waves were interrupted by a third voice. It was the tug boat pilot who had just locked through and had seen us. He said in twisted slurry speak, "tha tied up short 'all dolphin riverside." "oh" said the lock master "getcha through in ten Big Getter." I guess the lingo just ain't enough. We enjoyed locking through and were traversing the, as I expected, very skinny canal. It wasn't for a couple of hours before we passed the first boat ramp. It was a sliver of a ramp and in between a barge repair company and some other kind of refinishing place. "This is it," I declared and we started the process of disassembling our home and refuge with heavy hearts. 

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