Cold, wet, rocky, shallow...

... end of the line

This is about as far from the sea as you can go in a propeller-driven boat on the Savannah River.

Ms. Bettecourt's depth sounder was showing three feet when I snapped this shot in an upstream direction from a point on the river north of North Augusta, SC.

If you click the photo to enlarge it, you should be able to see rapids.

Had you been there with me, you could have looked down through surprisingly clear water to see big rocks, some patches of sand and streamers of weed. This is as close as Ms. Bettencourt would go to the rapids on this trip.

 I ventured closer several decades ago. One blade from the bronze propeller on the houseboat I had then didn't make it back from that excursion.

Yesterday we were at the rapids, on an outing to test a long-unused backup chart plotter. It still works.

I was also seeking some peaceful solitude to contemplate upgrades to this 12-volt mare's nest behind Ms. Bettencourt's instrument panel.



Ten years ago, this was a very neat installation, replacing a 30-year-old jumble of un-labeled wires, glass fuses and rusty connectors.

This modernized 12-volt distribution system is still fully functional today, but I think it needs a capacity expansion and a lot of neatening up.

Perhaps I will work on this instead of starting on the next set of curtains.