Well, that day finally came. We experienced our first locks!! More about that later.
We got a later start than expected because “Biscuit” has some mechanical issues …. a common event for boaters that we all need to plan for. Fortunately, Captain Rob was well prepared with spare parts. Spare parts is a running joke on our boat. We think we have mores spare parts and tools than we do anything else. If we removed it all, we are convinced the boat would rise an inch or two. Ha.
Once Biscuit got operational, Jen pulled up the anchor, cleaned it off and then disposed of her crushed crab pot catch from the night before. Off we headed for the locks.
The Harvey lock is about an hour and a half from the anchorage. Just before the lock is a busy industrial channel that does a lot of zig zagging and competing currents. Aside from its challenges, it is really cool to see. It’s where ships come for repairs.
Biscuit approached the Harvey lock first. Lockmaster tossed him a rope, his crewmate and brother Todd cleated it off so he could help us tie off on their port side. It happened very smoothly. Once Todd got us tied off, he held the rope as it slipped through his cleat with the rising water. It was fun watching the gates close. It felt like we were in a big bathtub for boats. We watched the water rise on the wall ladder about a foot. After the gates opened we exited the lock based on the order we came in. One lock done!
The Industrial lock was fun. We tied up to a Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries barge. We met a friendly man who told us they were dredging areas filled in from the hurricane. He enjoyed hearing about our loop travels. After the gates opened, it was the same routine. One by one we safely exited and was on our way.
At New Orleans, we waved goodbye to our dear friend and buddy boat, Captain Rob and Todd on Biscuit. Rob was meeting friends in New Orleans for a crew change. We decided to push on to Bay St. Louis Marina.
It was a close call but we got there by sunset. Wishes previous owners had a rule that the boat was in her slip before dark and we didn’t want to break tradition. We were held up by the CSX Railroad bridge but it was worth it. Such a cool bridge. It swings opens like dial hands moving on a clock. Hard to describe but worth seeing. So far our favorite bridge. After 8.25 hours and two locks, we were ready for bed.














































