Ahoy matie

Our Mississippi Covington Inn B&B was a "towboat", a misnomer of course since these tugs push barges, not tow them. At night, when it is very quiet, the engine sounds of passing tugs are barely perceptable. The engines are buried below the water line, making a muffled, low pitched humming sound. Inspite of their great cargo, their square shape, a 6 or 8 barge ensemble barely makes a wake. No rockin' or rollin' for those tied to shore. The towboat at night is lighted fore and aft with its navigational lights displayed, and a solitary companionway light midships. Our towboat is permanently docked, with city water and sewer, great for showers and flushing toilets. The long dark vertical poles keep the boat in place as the Mississippi River water level rises and falls. The life ring is mostly for show as we are fast lashed to shore on its port side. On the starboard side of course, with the expanse of the River; a life ring may come in handy. Topsides is open, and, because of a raised teak deck, the railings are somewhat low, for the party crowd.

Opening the midship's companionway, through the swinging doors, deposits you into the main salon, nautical in authenticity. This is where breakfast is served at 8:30 AM. Our first meeting was at 7 AM at the Minneapolis Convention Center 20 minutes away. Needless to say, we missed breakfast. The fireplace is real only it is propane fueled; it takes the chill off the moisture ladened Fall evening. Cozy. We met our ordained minister hostess who marries couples officially on board; 36 so far. All the elements for a shipboard romance. We were the only ones on board so we had the pick of accomodations. The lower level, down a companionway, below deck and the water line, where engines once hummed, was not our first choice. On the salon level, just steps from this cozy environment was the 1st mates quarters, smallish, with a queen sized bed taking up most of the space. We passed.

The spiral staircase, not like that of "Tara" of Gone With The Wind fame, is a compact helical contraption, brass rails worn from frequent use, leading to the Master's suite and Pilot house. A jingling bell key fob hung from the door's lock. A quick turn ushered us in. Plenty of room, a fireplace, wooden blinds; with starboard and port egress narrow passageways, to the open party deck. A "Sleep Number" bed provided some brief entertainment. The "head" was small but sufficient as we have become accustomed to such facilities onboard "luxury liners" during our travels. Our seafaring quarters quite in keeping with our maritime theme. We had arrived in the middle of Middle America, as far West of the East Coast, and as far East of the West coast as we can be, again, we are aboard ship. Kathy, for all her protestations about seasickness at the slightest hint of boat motion, has booked us into another water adventure, and of course, it has paid off in a wonderful and memorable experience. Go Kathy!