After breakfast we cast off and continued our trip southward. It was overcast with some drizzle. After about one hour on the Illinois, we ran into dense fog. The radar helped in keeping us on course and allowed us to spot tows before we could spot them with our own eyes. We passed "My Jumbo" and exchanged greetings. Every so often they would hail us with some river traffic updates. Near mile marker 178 we passed Hamm's Holiday Harbor, the home for a number of old large boats, including a floating casino. Just before noon, we came to Peoria, the city where "My Jumbo" and her German crew were spending the night.
One of the familiar views of Peoria is its paddle wheeler. The last time we did the loop, we saw this boat cruising on the Illinois - quite a sight. About 6 miles south, we cleared the Peoria Lock. Since the drop was just 11 ft., we did not need to tie up and could float in the lock chamber.
Every so often, we would see Asian carps jumping, but not into our boat. A couple times they jumped against our boat.
Our destination for the night was the Town of Havana, IL. That night we were docked in the Tall Timbers Marina, a small marina with just enough depth for our boat. Since they have lots of flooding, the marina docks and buidings all float. Note the steep steps to the bathroom facilities. These are not used now, but will be used when the water level is much higher. Other stairs, that cannot be seen on this picture, are used during low water levels.The town of Havana was celebrating Oktoberfest - food, beer, rides, art and crafts, live music and more. Our supper was a pork sandwhich which tasted quite fine. Sheli and Steve enjoyed a few beers and I supported Napa Valley.
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