“Come out and see the moon rising— now!”; a message from Celeste on God’s Grace.
A panorama of sight, light and color, embraced us as we emerged onto the flybridge.
Our anchorage, a hilly tree lined rotunda with two valleys, the moon rising in the east and the sun setting in the west created a vision our cameras could not reproduce; but we tried.
We are traveling up the Tennessee River with God’s Grace. “Locking” has reached the point of HoHum another lock. Finish your breakfast, it will only take a few more minutes for the water to flow in or out. Catch that bollard.! Hurry secure that line. One-hundred and thirty locks to date, each different but all the same. The Nickajack lock was today. It was large, low and turbulent.
Another anchorage further up the Tennessee River. What time is it? My phone says 5:30 but my computer says 6:30. Wait, if I go to the stern, my phone says 5:30, I walk to the bow, my phone says 6:30. What is going on here?? Who cares what the exact time is, either way it is cocktail time.
I think somehow we have anchored on the time zone change line. God’s Grace has no such problems. It has anchored about 100 feet from us. They seem to be in eastern time. We are in Limbo.
What time is it???