Warsaw Cut-off Anchorage to Demopolis Yacht Basin
October 17, 2016
Start: 6:50 AM
End: 3:28 PM
Statute Miles: 61.70
Average Speed: 7.15
Howell Heflin -25'
The river had turned misty and cool while we slept with the dew touching everything outside. We pushed off from the raft and meandered as the rest of the group untied from each other.
Once on the river, the moon was fading in the west.
We turned the next bend in the river and the sun lit up the mist. We slowed a bit to be on the safe side.
We passed a barge at anchor off to the side of the river.
Another barge was heading upriver and it was business as usual as one of the crew was washing the roof of the tug.
A few hours into the day things began to clear up.
We got to the next lock at around 8:30a. Random bollard photo I have no clue why I took other than it doesn’t have a sticker or writing on it.
Off we go again.
The mist burned off quickly and another great day was well on its way.
With the mist clearing and a quiet river, I went below to troubleshoot why our generator had died just after start-up when I went to top off the batteries the evening before. It had run flawlessly for the last five years and several hours on this trip. After checking the oil pressure and water temperature sensors, I found the water temperature sensor would fail in the over-temp position. I checked on the impeller for the raw water pump and found it to be pretty much disintegrated. I had to take off all the downstream hosing up to the heat exchanger and pull the bits of rubber out of the heat exchange tubing.
The impeller housing.
The pieces I found.
And the heat exchanger. It looks like it had been weeping a bit before.
With the generator problem identified, I went back topside to enjoy the scenery and found us traveling through a riverbed of light colored rock. Here’s a cypress tree reaching over the rock to get a drink.
Someone has placed a porch swing overlooking the river.
A few more trees “reaching”.
We were nearing the White Cliffs of Epes, a chalk formation that permeates the area. Bajan Speed cruises around the bend of the cliffs.
Then Vela Narcosis…
Vela Narcosis heads under the first of two bridges.
In the tree line approaching the water is the old railway bridge tender’s “house”.
From the backside.
We continued on downstream and ran into a tow that had a really special name
We made it to the marina with lots of daylight to spare and did loops in the river as we could only fit one boat in at a time to refuel. Small boats are not really their main business as tows will stop to refuel here to take on tens of thousands of gallons, not the 20.9 we got.
Once we fueled up Moyia went to start the boat. Nothing. I went below to see if it was a quick fix and just went ahead and jump the starting solenoid to get us going. Once we got to the slip for the night in the marina, the boat would not turn off. Again, I manually actuated the shut-off solenoid. Once things were settled, I found a broken wire that had been soldered onto the starting solenoid and I re-soldered it back hoping that my little electronic soldering iron could get hot enough.
Piece of cake to get to.
Where the wire is supposed to be…..
I’ll fix the stopping the diesel problem later as it’s simple to do manually. In my planning I never got the first spare for the generator—lots for the engine and other systems though, just never thought about the generator. I’ll have to wait to get the spare parts in Mobile. As bad as my day had gone repair-wise, one of the boats in our flotilla had gotten into reverse polarity on the power plug-in at the marina and fried the battery charging portion of his inverter. I think I’m sitting pretty good all things considered.