Less than five miles away from our marina is a little cove at the base of Little Cedar Mountain (green daymarker 426.9), where we often anchor on weekends. This lovely cove is sheltered, with wind protection from every direction except the south. Water depth decreases to 16 feet, 12 if you venture in a little more. This anchorage is big enough to hold several boats. A mid-size powerboat was already at anchor when we pulled in around 7 Friday evening. After we set our anchor, we hung out on the flybridge to enjoy the scenery and the tranquility of the evening.
Glenda and Steve joined us on their houseboat The Awfiss later that night. These are gung-ho boaters, known to boat even in the winter! Tonight they got off to a late start. We called and warned them about a gigantic log that we almost hit on our way here. Out in the channel, they reported winds kicking up a 2-foot wake. Our anchorage was blissfully calm. We helped them tie up to our portside. The water that night was so still we thought we never left the marina.
A blue heron broke the silence when it let out a hoarse cry as it flew inches above the river across the anchorage. I am reminded of the time I first fell in love with boating – waking up in the morning to complete solitude, surrounded by nature.
Minutes later, it started to rain. A good thing because Chattanooga needed the rain bad. So does our bimini top (we are in a covered slip, and spiders thrive on the river). Later that afternoon the sun came out and we enjoyed a refreshing swim on the river.
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