Banshee Creek to Three Rivers Anchorage

We are now in the boonies and rarely have cell service and thus no Wi-Fi. The only radio station is a Christian station and both of us feel like heathens but don’t even listen to that. We plan to put in a CD player and an iPod player on the fly bridge and this just proves it needs to be sooner rather than later. Actually this is as far away from civilization as we will probably be. Anyone hear the banjos playing? We pass under the I-10 bridge and know that we are getting closer. Three Rivers is past Bobby’s Fish Camp and our next anchorage. Most of our traveling buddies are stopping at Bobby’s but we don’t need gas and it a very small dock. People do raft out from it but we would rather practice anchoring out and we have a lot of daylight left anyway. Notes: the sailboat showed up after dusk. We yelled over to see if they needed help—they said they were fine and in some mud. Oh well, we have tried that—don’t want to again.



Dream II anchored in Banshee Creek