Waterfall Favorite

This morning the girls loaded up in one of the courtesy vans from Aqua Yacht Harbor and went to the Pickwick Supermarket.  It's a convenience store on steroids.  We figured it would have everything we needed without having to drive so far.  I think the four of us overwhelmed the store having so many customers at one time.  That chore was done among others and then we were just waiting for Bill's medicine to get delivered via Priority Mail.  To pass the time the six of us played Left, Center, Right, calling the ship store every hour to see if mail had come yet.  Once it finally did, we all walked up there for some exercise.
At 4:00 p.m. there were teary good-byes to Bob and Barbara before they shoved us off.  "Conched Out Too" pumped out first, so I took advantage of going slow and actually noticed some of the houses around there.  I guess I was usually putting lines and fenders away.  It didn't take long for them to catch up.
After a few miles we were turning right onto the Tennessee River.  Two more and I was leading them into Cooper Hollow, home of the Pickwick Waterfall. A whole hour trip. My favorite anchorage. Where I spent my 40th birthday.
The peninsula has washed away even more and was quite small.  I beached "Second Noelle" right away and then spoke to Bill on the VHF.  He wasn't real sure about this.  We talked about going on up to Panther Creek instead with the north winds.  Once Bill felt he might be okay as long as he could tie a line to a tree at the port stern and throw out an anchor at the starboard stern to make sure he didn't swing, I backed off the peninsula and landed a little harder moving over just a little bit more.  Bill also put out a large round fender in case we swung into each other.  I acknowledged his concerns as we had the same concerns at times, but had never moved.
I got "Dear Abbie" down right away after that so Bill and I could carry our anchors out onto the peninsula for security as we always do.  I hooked mine on the fallen tree that has now fallen even more.  No more swinging from it in the swings or hammock.  Our name carving has disappeared too with the rotting.  We also tied a line to a tree from Bill's port stern.  After he go a starboard stern anchor secured, we all gathered enough wood from the peninsula to have a campfire with hobo pie roast beef sandwiches and s'mores for dessert again.