St. Louis, Paducah & Nashville

Looper friends snapped this classic pic as we passed The Arch. That’s me in pink on the bow. Woohoo!

DEEP INTO THE RIVER SYSTEM

This leg of the river system had many turns. We cruised down the Mississippi River, and turned East on the Ohio River. Then after Paducah, Kentucky, we left The Ohio for the Cumberland River. This marked our entrance to the beautiful Land Between the Lakes region. The Tennessee Valley Authority flooded the Tennessee River and the Cumberland River to create power-generating dams during the New Deal era. And to prevent flooding disasters. The channels we followed within the lakes were former rivers. We took the Cumberland River all the way to Nashville. Then, we did a 180 and came back West, up Barkley Lake, turned West, then South on the Tennessee River, which runs through Kentucky Lake. Sorry—this explanation was hard to make simple! Now you know why I used to say “I don’t know how we will be going through all the inland rivers. I just know we start in Chicago and end in Mobile Bay, Alabama.” 

ST. LOUIS, HERE WE COME

Once we hit the Mississippi River, we stopped for five full days in Alton, Illinois, and for good reason. Alton was a thirty-minute drive North of St. Louis.(1) We decided to spend a rare overnight away from Sacagawea and take a good look around St. Louis. 

Alton was also a great opportunity to shake off the mud from Sacagawea. Locks, anchoring, and creative overnight tie-ups are a dirty business. Alton was large and protected so it was populated with a lot of Loopers. There were many more personal stories to swap.

First, we drove a rental car to our one night of luxury: 21c Museum Hotel, in the downtown district. The interior was artsy-cool and creative. It helped us feel part of civilization again. 

Second, we drove straight to The Arch. It was my first time, Mike’s second, to see this gigantic symbol of “The Gateway to the West.” 

The Arch is tall - 630 feet. That’s Mike at the bottom there for a comparison.

There were many surprising fun facts about The Arch.(2) What stuck with me is that The Arch aligned with mid-century modern aesthetics. It was built in 1966. While it was designed as a monument to Thomas Jefferson for his role in the Louisiana Purchase, and for sending Lewis & Clark on their famous exploration of The West (hiring Sacagawea and others), it was symbolic of a gate to the Western United States. 

The Arch was also part of a larger effort to revitalize the waterfront and bring in tourists. When U.S. highways were being built, towns were looking for ways to attract car-driving tourists, bringing in revenue.(3)

Mike taking pics via the small windows at the top of The Arch. The funky, private elevators you take to the top were fun. This video shows the theory behind the innovative elevators at the 9:00 minute mark. The rest of the video gives a short background on The Arch too. 

Directly underground was a new museum built in 2018. It showed, among many other topics, the best and bluntest description of local, state, and U.S. government breaking of treaties with Native American tribes and the Trail of Tears I’ve ever seen from a government museum. I could have spent much more time strolling through engaging displays, but it was time to get ready for dinner.

We tried to do a one-evening trip right in St. Louis: we shared a nice Italian dinner in the historic Hill neighborhood and found our way to the Soulard district where we listened to live rock and jazz. Considering it was a Friday night, the bars were pretty quiet. Oh well.

In the morning we spent a little time at our hotel’s gallery. It featured local artists who made social commentary with their art. I found the art innovative and interesting. It was a fresh perspective, especially compared to more traditional art at the museums we saw on the Loop thus far.

My sister-in-law, Lesa, used to live in St. Louis, so we took her excellent advice and focused day two at the shady Missouri Botanical Garden. It was about 90 degrees. We appreciated its Climatron (rain forest), Japanese garden, and English garden. The colors and well-kept grounds made for a relaxing stroll. Who knows, maybe we’ll incorporate what we saw into our next home’s(4) garden? 

A bright and colorful day at the Missouri Botanical Garden.

 

Lunch in St. Louis was at Pappy’s BBQ. I took this pic when we were halfway through the enormous line in their vibrant hallway. Yes, it was worth the 45-minute wait for a table.

On the way back to Alton we made a side stop to the National Great Rivers Museum. I’m not sure your average Joe would appreciate the museum, but we spent a couple hours devouring the placards and pictures about how people have tried to control these rivers on which we were traveling.(3) 

A whole graphic was devoted to Sacagawea! This one emphasizes that she was taken by another tribe when she was young. Lewis and Clark later hired Sacagawea with her French husband as translators. When they happened to come across her birth home, she recognized her brother, who was the chief. 

Here was a 1944 chart of the “Dog Tooth Bend” where the Mississippi and Ohio Rivers converge. The white ribbon was the current rivers. The color bands reflected the river routes over thousands of years. Isn’t it fascinating that scientists can figure this out—and that we can see cool graphics like this? 

“Remains of old steamboats are sometimes found in farm fields that were once river bottom. In 1856, the Steamboat Arabia, shown here, sank after striking a submerged tree trunk in the Missouri River just upstream from Kansas City.” - says the placard at the museum. Look how deep the ship was! And note to self about keeping a good lookout for tree trunks.

This showed how the rivers were an important corridor for migratory birds. (I would add probably Monarch butterflies too since we see them regularly heading South.) This gave me a new importance for the phrase “flyover states.”

As we passed by St. Louis, Mike snapped this shot of The Arch and moi. I loved seeing cities from the rivers. 

PADUCAH, KENTUCKY: BBQ FESTIVAL

Shortly after we left Alton, the Missouri River joins the Mississippi River. Then, at Cairo, we made a sharp left, North, onto the Ohio River, going against a 1 MPH current. The water became noticeable better smelling and more green. This leg was still industrial, but less so. Five days after leaving Alton, we pulled over for two nights in Western Kentucky in the large town of Paducah. 

We stumbled on to the BBQ festival. Just got lucky, I guessed. The local celebration was a little reminiscent of our Fourth of July in Wrangell, Alaska last year. I felt a long way from where I grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area. 

The event served as a homecoming for locals. We saw a large swath of families and older people milling around the booths, bumping into friends, sharing pork ribs, and listening to a parade of musical bands. There was country music, but also rock and rap. 

Choosing from the 25-foot, larger-than-life menu at the Paducah BBQ Festival on a sweltering evening. I was so happy to be in BBQ country again.

There were two famous Looper stops in Paducah. One was the National Quilt Museum. It featured contemporary quilts and a couple famous, award-winning artists. I wouldn’t call it a museum, but rather an impressive gallery.   

This is a quilt! The Quilt Museum featured quilts like this from Susan Carlson. She tended to depict larger-than-life animals in her quilts.

I’ve zoomed in on the paw for you. See the layers of lace? The detail in her work was incredible. 

The second popular Looper site was the murals along a 14-foot high, three-block flood wall, right along the waterfront. This mural was my favorite. See the motorcycles of the past looking at the motorcycles of the present, and vice versa? It was so hot, that I opted to view them after dark. Controlling floods are a serious business in Paducah. Paducah already sits on a very high bank, but they need walls for periodic floods. 

LAND BETWEEN THE LAKES

By the time we arrived at the Land Between the Lakes (see map inset above), we knew we were transiting faster than we needed. We didn’t want to get to the Gulf of Mexico until December, the official end of hurricane season. We slowed down by anchoring/gunkholing.

 

Pisgah Bay, Kentucky Lake, Kentucky. End of September. We saw few boats anchoring in this lovely area. We saw quite a few fishermen in bass boats. Calm, great weather.

And here’s the view at water level. The clouds. The green, fluffy forest. The blue sky reflecting in the water. Heaven. 

Mike snapped this during a dinghy field trip to an old, flooded quarry near our anchorage. College kids tagged the rock faces with colorful school logos or notes to girlfriends. It didn’t feel wrong to see the defacing—it was an abandoned manmade quarry. And it was limited to this site.

We interrupted our gunkholing with by a three-day pause at a marina. We knew the remnants from Hurricane Helene would hit our area. We were in Paris Landing Marina, in Western Tennessee, and experienced continuous, heavy rain for two days. There was no wind to speak of. We watched the news reports, as the rest of you, hearing about the unfortunate floods in Eastern Tennessee and North Carolina.

I felt rewarded by our endurance through the upper river system by the soft beauty of Kentucky Lake. We anticipated more of this as we headed South. The temperature was consistently below 90. Autumn arrived.

NASHVILLE, MUSIC CITY

When some Looper friends caught up with us, we cruised together for a three-day side trip on the Cumberland River to Nashville. The sights along the Cumberland were similar in beauty and remoteness to Barkley Lake, the Eastern side of the Land Between the Lakes. 

This was our second time in Nashville, so we did more of a good thing—listening to bands every night on neon-lighted Broadway. 

We also celebrated our 31st wedding anniversary in Nashville with Looper friends at a fantastic French-inspired, white table cloth kind of restaurant.

We noticed many new buildings and construction sites in Nashville. We appreciated the contrast of the old brick versus the new, modern buildings. Nashville was booming, especially post-Covid. One local we met admitted he didn’t like the changes and said he didn’t recognize his Nashville any longer.

We waved “goodbye y’all” to Nashville and followed our trail back to Barkley Lake, up and over the Land Between the Lakes to Kentucky Lake. Down we cruised on the Tennessee River. 

Our next leg covers a side trip to Chattanooga, Tennessee. 

Trips to a grocery store, via courtesy cars at marinas, felt like a cultural expedition. For example, in a freezer that featured shrimp and catfish there was also a large selection of alligator. We also saw enormous sections for BBQ sauces, rubs, hot sauces and something new to me: Chow-Chow.  

FOOTNOTES FOR FUN FACT FANS

1) St. Louis has no public marina, so there were no places for recreational boaters to tie up. We imagined that St. Louis couldn’t maintain an exposed, recreational boater marina. They have no natural protection from the powerful, rising, and dropping Mississippi River. 

2) I was surprised to learn:

- It’s made of steel with only a slim bit of hidden concrete in the center of the spires. The curved spires were three sides—triangular, like a prism if it was straight.

- It’s designed to be hit by lightening. And, it can sway 18 inches. 

- Innovative elevators take visitors to the top where there are small windows.

- It’s 63 stories tall. 

Here are more fun facts:

https://www.gatewayarch.com/plan-your-visit/#frequently-asked-questions 

3) It took about twenty years from an organized effort to revitalize the waterfront to when the Arch was built. 

4) No news on where we’re going to live after we finish The Loop. I’ll just say we are talking about somewhere on the West coast again. You may recall that we did The Great Reduction and sold our home. Still no regrets.

Eagle Alley: Illinois River

 

Here was a typical barge. The tugs pushed lego-like barges one to three “legos” wide and one to eight times long! They were firmly tied together with cables.

THE BIG PICTURE

I would guess that most people think we cruise down the Mississippi River to cross from Lake Michigan to the Gulf of Mexico. It turns out the Mississippi River has few marinas that provide services (slip, fuel, water, pump outs) for recreational boaters. We're told it's very industrial and therefore not scenic. 

Instead, there's a confluence of rivers that Loopers take East of the Mississippi River. This travelogue covers the first leg of the route. (In truth, we travel on the Mississippi for just three days.)

THE CALUMET RIVER

We entered these American waterways via the Calumet River, at 581 feet of elevation. By the time we finish our last lock in Alabama(1) we'll be once again at sea level. So we have many travel days with locks to look forward to.(2) 

Per usual, we were excited to start a new leg of the loop. Once again, almost all the places we'll stop in the river system will be first times for us.

In the top half of Calumet River, there were a lot of low, old-timey bridges that opened for us. It was quite dramatic--like curtains opening. On this waterway, we passed under the lowest stationary bridge on our Loop.(3) One of the challenges with the waterways we entered is that they are in constant fluctuation. Rain, runoff, and the needs of commerce or power generation use will change the depth--and the height between the water and stationary bridges. The Calumet did not increase or decrease as much as the rivers to the South. We knew we could make it under.

As we passed underneath each historical bridge, with some stationary and others opening for us, you can imagine the smell of rust and humid earth, and feel the cool shade on these hot September days.

Looking left and right we saw a lot of busy, industrial action. Raw materials such as coal, gravel, and grains were dug, scoped, dumped, loaded into barges, and floated--and ultimately unloaded. Many people were working hard in this area. It was our job to stay out of their way! 

We looked at the left and right banks, guessing at the enormous piles. We saw this unusual and vibrant chartreuse pile—just once. Then, we smelled the characteristic smell of rotten eggs. We guessed it was sulfur. 

We passed by a huge Ford car or truck plant. It became clear that this was a corridor in the heart of America's industrial might. Here was a sophisticated chemical plant we saw. So many pipes! 

 

Before long, we reached a unique waterway feature: an electric fish barrier in Romeoville, IL. It was erected in 2010 to prevent carp from entering the Great Lakes. Large signs warned boaters against going into the water (like we would, anyway!?) or anchoring.(4) When you used the river as we did, it was apparent that managing these rivers' resources was an ongoing challenge. There's been pollution for more than a couple of centuries, there's invasive fauna and flora (like the Kudzu ivy), and a primary need to control the water flow. 

BALD EAGLES APLENTY

Another unexpected sight grew in numbers: bald eagles. Most of the eagles were juveniles. It's easy to recognize their broad wing spans, chit-chit-chittering cries, and characteristic glides. It felt surreal--while also adding to the Americana-ness--that the industrial Illinois River would have so many bald eagles sailing around, eyeing and diving into the water. They seemed happy to eat the carp. 

We also saw small groups of migratory white American Pelicans like those resting here in this photo. Each day we saw lone, orange, beautiful, and fragile migratory monarch butterflies as well, always flying South.

We saw some modest waterfront homes. There were no water slides or toys on the Illinois like there were in the Trent-Severin Waterway. Locals we spoke with admitted their dismay regarding the polluted water and how carp are real pests. We definitely mangled a few carps as we pushed through a school here and there. There is a short history of these fish and how they were brought in to the waterway—on purpose!(5) 

BARGES AND LOCKS OF THE ILLINOIS RIVER

There was one thing all the tugs had in common: a smoker/bbq right outside the port side exterior door! See the red bbq?

Near the end of day one, the Calumet River meets the Illinois River. We stopped at a city dock in Joliet, IL. The second day was at a nice marina (with a pool!) near Ottawa, IL. Much like the captain's briefing we attended way back in Delaware City, the harbor host/owner held a captain's briefing, here in Ottawa, as well. He was a former tug boat captain and Army Core of Engineers employee. We hung on to every word he spoke in reverence for his valuable knowledge.

He laid out specific anchorages and tie-ups we Loopers would use for the next week. There would be no marinas with services for six days. 

Part of his tutorial focused on tug captain lingo. We needed to communicate with the tugboat captains as we squeezed by them in dredged channels.(6) As it turned out, most of the contact we had was business-like and friendly.. 

The size and power of the locks on the Illinois River were impressive. However, this also made them mind-numbingly slow. We were in the final dozen or so of locks for the entire Loop, so I concentrated on that happy thought. Here’s a few seconds of my view of the floating bollards we tied to in those locks. We went down inches every ten seconds, or so:

INNOVATIVE ANCHORAGES AND TIE-UPS

Our next stop was a simple anchorage, snuggled behind a mid-river island. We buddied up and traveled with two other Loopers those day and went through locks together. It was safer to travel in a pack, since there were almost no resources for recreational boaters. It was also the preference for lockkeepers and tug captains.

We stopped at multiple behind-the-island anchorages at the end of a cruising day. Even though I found the water a tad stinky and muddy, I enjoyed the consistent bald eagle shows. This is Mike’s drone shot. He wrote on the photo to share with some Loopers who were a few days behind us. We, in turn, received helpful information from Loopers ahead of us. It was important to know if the anchorage was deep enough in the current week.

AMAZING SITES ON SHORE

At Peoria, there was a derelict dock owned by the city. We choose to anchor for an afternoon across the river, outside the shipping channel. We dinghied over and found that gulls and Canadian geese were making the most of the dock. 

The key reason for stopping is to see the Caterpillar Museum. No, I'm not referring to caterpillar-to-butterfly caterpillars. It's the Caterpillar brand of tractors and mining equipment. It was more fun than I imagined. We enjoyed the cavernous series of historical displays and modern cockpit simulators. 

Here was a quarter of the two-story Caterpillar Museum behind us.

One of the old-time photos in the Caterpillar Museum. Important advertising history: they were demonstrating that these buckets of beans were the same low cost of one day of diesel for the tractor. 

Mike enjoyed the novelty of sitting on an old yellow tractor.

Honestly, it was scary how Caterpillar proudly illustrated their machines moved mountains and destroyed nature. But I know that I benefit from that too, so... We saw many large, active quarries by the rivers.

During one day's cruise, we approached a crazy-looking industrial plant. It reminded me of the descriptions from some steampunk novels and movies. We smelled it before we spotted it. At first, it smelled like Coca-Cola, maybe? Or sourdough bread? No! It was an old brewery. The exclamation point, as we floated by, was seeing an immense amount of effluent spewing into the Illinois River from the brewery.

South of Peoria we tied up overnight at a restaurant's derelict dock with just two spots that Loopers could use. Because we stayed at the dock, we met the charming owner. She admitted that it was too expensive to keep up a dock along the Illinois River. She said partying people abused it. And there was also the abuse from the river, itself. She said she'd have to redo it each year in order to keep it in decent shape. 

Check out this crazy wonderful drink-appetizer combo Mike had at the Peoria’s restaurant’s marina we stayed at. Take note: that’s a Bloody Mary with a slider, meatballs and traditional accompaniments of celery and green olives. 

We were starting to see more houses now, on stilts. The people here were accustomed to dramatically changing river heights. The River often freezes in winter, lowering the volume. The melt-off in the Spring raises the level. Also, heavy rain raises the level for a few days as well. This time of year, in September, when Loopers travel on the River, the level is fairly low. 

HOW TO THREAD THE NEEDLE

After another pretty anchorage behind an island, we headed out. Shortly, the U.S. Coast Guard informed us via VHF radio that a barge ahead of us ran aground and was blocking traffic. 

As we approached, we saw one tug off to the side, perhaps in mud. Two other tugs were pushing around barge lego-like pieces.

Mike hailed them and asked if we could go around them. We received a nebulous response, laden with a Southern accent. It went something like, "You'll see as you come in whether you can pass us." We took this as an invitation to try. 

We passed the grounded barge to our port safely enough. The other tugs were moving from our left to right (to starboard) and moving with the current. As we started passing, the captain emphatically stated via VHF, "You gotta get up! Get up!" We took that to mean, "Put your pedal to the metal!" So Mike pushed the throttles forward. As we passed them, throwing our big wake, we covertly listened to the two tug boat captains' jargon, complicated for us by their Southern accents. The only thing we heard for certain was, "Yeah, the Devil's Elbow is tough...".(6) 

Loopers' next overnight stay is a tug company's barge at the quaint old town of Beardstown, Illinois. 

Beardstown. I direct you to the upper left hand boats. A smaller, blue-topped boat was rafted to us We were the white boat. We were rafted to a large tug. The tug was tied to their company’s barge. This tie up was the only overnight spot for this day of the journey. Loopers were fortunate that this tug company allows Loopers here, for a small fee. 

Via rusty metal steps, we climbed up and over a sea wall to civilization. This town, like other small towns we had seen recently, had lost its gleam. The downtown square was devoid of people and had closed-up businesses. We came in for a quick grocery run and Mexican meal and were surprised that most residents were not speaking English. This was the heart of the Midwest, in a middle-class town, after all. After some Googling, we read that immigrants were filling the lowest-paying, undesirable work positions in the area: at a Cargill meat processing plant. (7)

After seven days on the Calumet and Illinois Rivers, we unceremoniously spilled out into the Mississippi River on September 10. The river widened for us, although the shipping channel we carefully followed was still the same width. It was a bit emotional, in a good way, as we started down the Mississippi River. It was hard to explain, but we felt we were really in the heart of America now.

Here was the confluence of the Illinois and Mississippi River. This enormous American flag flew on the East side of the river in the little community of Grafton. This flag was large! Really large. It was 80 feet by 40 feet.  

Next, we stopped in St. Louis, skirting Missouri, then entered the Ohio River. I’ll cover this and our initial adventures in Western Kentucky in my next travelogue.

FOOTNOTES FOR FUN FACT FANS

(1) The last lock we go through is Coffeeville Lock on the Tombigbee River in central Alabama. We are likely to exit past Mobile, Alabama and into the Gulf of Mexico at the beginning of December.

(2) When we are moving with the flow, the water empties/drops in the locks. When we move against the flow, the water fills/rises in the locks. 

(3) They say, "If you can't make it under the bridge here, your Great Loop becomes the Great U-Turn!" We had perhaps a foot to spare. 

(4) The electric barrier we passed was built in 2010. It was considered not successful enough. There were plans to build more barriers in the river system. Invasive fish are a serious threat to the Great Lakes and many millions of dollars are going into continued efforts.

(5) We heard stories from other Loopers about how jumping carp landed on their decks. They died as they did this and we're told they stink. What a mess! One Looper wrote the dead fish looked like this, “Have half a gallon of Bloody Mary mix, one cup of vegetable oil, three tablespoons of glitter (fish scales). Mix well. Shake and spray all over your boat.”  

(6) As we left the controlled melee behind us, we entered an area of increased current and turns. We noticed popped up and moving tree branches and possible dead heads--although they were outside the channels--for the most part. Branches in the river system were among the most dangerous aspects of The Loop.    

We heard of a Looper that was too close to the back of a tug. They got sucked in towards the tug, spinning them. They were safe and the boat didn't receive any damage, but it was a good lesson to learn. 

(7) In Beardstown I did a grocery run and it reminded me of some of the towns and grocery stores in the rural parts of Alaska. Few vegetables. Basic canned goods. A lot of cookies and frozen pizzas. It surprises me to see a “food desert” in the middle of America. 

Lake Michigan Sparkle

In our dinghy along the Chicago waterfront. 

There's much that sparkled along Lake Michigan.(1) There was clear, Caribbean-like water. The towns were sparkling clean. And, the incredible thunderstorms sparkled with lightning.

We listened to sage advice from locals and experienced Loopers. They described their plans and strategies for traversing down the Wisconsin side and the Michigan side of the lake. We had to pick one or the other, because Lake Michigan was too wide (65-ish miles) to cross back and forth. Ultimately, we made a game-day decision by looking at the wave projections. The waves were smaller on the Michigan side. Decision made.

The West Coast of Michigan had a unique, dependable pattern of harbor-lakes. In each of its harbors, boaters navigated past breakwaters, and into canals that open up into lakes.(2) This made for snug harbors to wait out windy days.

As you can see, we went to Petoskey (four nights to wait out the wind), South Manitou Island (for an afternoon), Leland, Frankfort, Ludington (five nights to wait out the wind), Muskegon, and finally, South Haven.

On our way from an extended stop at Petoskey (due to weather) to Frankfort, we made a welcome side trip here to South Manitou Island for an afternoon. It really was this beautiful. Mike captured this from his drone. We’re the second boat up from the bottom.

There was nothing to dislike about any of these small towns. If you visit, you can expect ice cream shops and breweries. There were nice shops with maritime kitsch and jaunty sweaters. And nice Midwestern people. They are clean and entirely pleasant. (I'm referring to the towns, not the people. Although the people were clean too.)

This sunset in downtown Petoskey was lovely enough for this pose. I found the charming turn-of-the-century architecture and quiet streets typical of the Western Michigan coastal towns.

What I'll remember most are the Looper friends we got to know better. There were dinners, poolside lounging, docktails, and game-playing.(3) 

Here was an evening of working madly together on a COVID-era puzzle with my fellow Looper ladies/deckhands. We found it a relief to share similar, funny stories about the communication challenges we have onboard with our skipper-husbands.

Movie night(4) on our boat. The fisheye lens doesn’t capture how we somehow shoe-horned eight people into this modest space.

We also spent time cleaning and waxing Sacagawea. There were a lot of mayflies of all colors and sizes in the lakes! They make a mess every morning.

Here in Ludington, we stretched our legs with a walk to the pier during one of the windy days. Only the heartiest large fishing boats went out on the lake this day:

Did you know there are huge dunes on the Western Michigan coast? I did not. For miles in various spots, there are tall dunes. The tallest are hundreds of feet. The best known are at Sleeping Bear National Lakeshore. We didn't find a convenient time or method for visiting the dunes, but they were pretty cool to see from our unique vantage in the lake.

In some of the towns, we were surprised to see so many recreational fishermen congregating at specific hot spots in the lakes and the entrances to the lakes. We saw them cleaning the bright orange-pink meat of salmon at every fish station, each day. We found recreational fishermen fiercely rooted in their fishing spots and they made it challenging for us, occasionally, to transit by them safely. The modern history of the salmon that were introduced into Lake Michigan is really interesting. 

On a more pleasant note, we found ourselves with front row seats while at anchor in Muskegon Bay. We were surprised to see we were near a turn point at an early morning regatta. Who doesn’t love seeing sailors raising their spinnakers?:

CROSSING LAKE MICHIGAN

The day of our big seventy-five-mile crossing from South Haven to Chicago, Mike was recovering from COVID. He slept, snugly in the stateroom, while I piloted Sacagawea. I enjoyed my day: I listened to whatever books, podcasts, and music that my heart desired.

For two hours in the middle, I couldn't see land on any side. I anticipated feeling wary about this. However, I kept to my books and such, and I was attentive to the instrument readings. Time just went by. I was hyper-focused on anything out of the ordinary because all I could see were gentle waves and hazy horizon.

There were so few birds—pretty much just gulls. I saw no fish jump. Once I saw a butterfly caught in my draft. "Oh no," I thought, "I hope I don't kill it--or cause a hurricane somewhere."(5) Its flight was so jittery and precarious, I can't imagine that it made it to land. Another time I saw one sparrow and had the same thought.

After six hours, and 20 miles away, the broken toothy Chicago skyline resolved behind the hazy horizon…

…and here at 15 miles out…

…and here 10 miles out…

…and here at about one mile out after eight hours. It was time to stir Mike and get ready to enter our next home base! 

We stayed in a comfortable, centrally-located marina: DuSable Marina. It's directly South of the Chicago River. We stayed for nine hot, humid days and filled every day with something fun.

CHCAGO: MOST ANTICIPATED MOMENTS

When we were apart, Mike did lots of boat maintenance-related work. I visited the Art Institute of Chicago (maybe my fourth time there) and did some mall shopping.

Here at the Art Institute of Chicago I noticed the couple in the giant “Paris Street, Rainy Day” by Gustave Caillebotte looking out at 2024 as we were looking in at them in 1877. Don’t you love how art is a time machine?! 

I also got a few precious hours with my dear friend, Natalie, who was visiting Chicago from California! (I don’t have a pic of this—it’s in only in my heart.) Gosh, I really miss you all! We’re half way through The Loop, y'all! I’m still glad to be on the quest.

ROCKIN’ IT UP AT WRIGLEY FIELD

Originally, we wanted to see a Cubs game at Wrigley Field. However, there were only away games during our stay. Instead, we saw the sensational band, Pearl Jam, at Wrigley Field. They still rock. Like better than ever.

That bespectacled couple is us, at Wrigley Field. We wanted to share with you the beautiful graphics at the Pearl Jam concert. In my estimation, the concert-goers were mostly contemporaries of our grunge era. Some of you know we lived in grunge central, Seattle, in the 1990s. 

Below is a clip worth listening to. For a bunch of old guys (our age actually) Pearl Jam can still rock. I mean REALLY ROCK AND ROLL. Wait for the split jump:

HUMID MEALS AND OTHER EVENING DRAMA

We had one great dinner out after another. We hit many countries with those meals: Japan, Peru, Greece, Mexico, and Midwest American steaks.

It was hot and humid during most of our stay. You can practically see the humidity in this pic. We paused one evening at a brewery along the Chicago Riverwalk. We learned that the Riverwalk was only completed in 2016. It seemed like a natural and essential part of Chicago, from my tourist perspective. We walked through it virtually every day.

Near the end of our Chicago stay, we took an hour dinghying over to the swimming spot North of the Chicago River entrance. It was so very hot. There were dozens of lake boats all around us. 

Our friend snapped this pic of us. Shortly after, we noticed a huge, round cloud surrounding a hazy-looking thundercloud to the Northwest of our spot. It was time to split! We raced back to Sacagawea and got ready to meet some Looper friends for dinner.  

While we called a Lyft, we could see on our weather apps that rain and wind were about to hit us. But you really don’t need a weather app when you see this outside the back of your boat:

We walked quickly up to the Lyft pick up when the weather hit us with a vengeance. We were immediately drenched and had to take shelter behind a small building to avoid the sideways wind, rain, and blowing branches and leaves.

After dinner and drinks—all of us drenched—we made our way back to our boat to watch the lightening all around us. Watch this one, which was many miles away, from inside our boat: 

I don't think I've ever experienced a storm like this. Midwest summer weather was no joke!

EVENING ARCHITECTURAL TOUR

We opted for an evening architectural tour on the Chicago River. It was sensational. We craned our necks like owls and non-stop smiled in appreciation for the architectural artistry. The energy, pride, and creative spirit of downtown Chicago was palpable when you floated through it at night.

LA PORTE, INDIANA - HOME SWEET HOME FOR MIKE’S EXTENDED FAMILY 

Like many of our August evenings along Lake Michigan, we saw a soothing, colorful sunset from the back of our boat. This pic was on our last evening at DuSable Marina. You were gorgeous, sparkly Chicago!

We waved goodbye to bustling Chicago and headed East on Lake Michigan to Hammond, Indiana. 

I had never met most of Mike’s extended family and we had been anticipating seeing as many as possible when we first started The Loop.

In Hammond, we met up with Mike's cousin Diane Searle, and her husband Brett. We spent Labor Day weekend meeting Mike's local extended family and doing drive-bys through the town of La Porte, Indiana, where Mike's mom, Marcia, (as well as her parents, siblings, and cousins) grew up. We were able to match places with the youthful stories we had heard about.

Hello First Cousins, Once Removed, Donna and Claudia (Mike’s Godmother). “Nice to meetcha!” As we arrived for the get together at Mike’s cousin Diane and husband Brett’s home. 

Here’s Mike with Great Aunt Susie. She’s 104. (No typo!) We especially enjoyed and were touched that she made her signature dish for us: golumki. I learned what a lovely person she is while we talked about our Great Loop experience.

Brett and Diane took us to some of the best Southern Michigan wineries on day two of Labor Day weekend. Where else can you see vineyards on the left and corn fields on the right? We hope to reciprocate Cousin Diane's hospitality when we have a home in the U.S. again.   

NEXT: THE RIVER SYSTEM

The weather cooperated and we were able to push off as planned into the river system. Summer ended and it was time to leave the sparkling days, weather, and water of Lake Michigan.(6)

FOOTNOTES FOR FUN FACT FANS

(1) Lake Michigan is a Great Lake, but not a superior lake. There already is a Great Lake called Lake Superior. Ba dum tss.
(2) It makes sense to have this lollipop configuration. You can't have a harbor on the side of Lake Michigan. The lake has been known to have 5 - 10 foot wave heights regularly. On rare occasions, it has wave heights of 20 feet or more during storms. These would decimate exposed boat harbors.

(3) It was Captain Ron, of course!
(4) Rummikub! Anyone want to play?!
(5) The Butterfly Effect

(6) Even if we lowered Sacagawea's antennas and anchor light, we may have hit a stationary bridge or two in the Chicago River. We decided instead to enter the river system via the Calumet River. Its stationary bridges have taller spans.