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Unsinkable - Part
For Dr. Titus P. Belliville
Lock and dam #3 , Red Wing
, MN. The Lockmaster was waiting for us. The Lockmaster from Hastings
had sent word. The gates were open wide and we passed through in 15 minutes.
We were getting the hang of it. Just below Red Wing, the St. Croix River
enters the Mississippi. You can actually see the two rivers mix. If you
ever visit Prescott, Wisconsin make sure that you go to the riverbank
and watch these two great rivers blend together.
From Red Wing to the Minnesota border is the most scenic of any on the
entire river . With the high bluffs and egrets, blue herons, and eagles.
We also saw many animals like deer, raccoons, porcupines, and snakes.
We did not stop in Red Wing as we were running late and the weather was
starting to turn bad . We would look for a campsite on Lake Pepin. This
lake is really part of the river that runs for 21 miles and is just over
2 miles across, it's big and very little current. For lunch the first
day we had packed our own from home, but that was gone and we were hungry,
tired, and wet . The storm came upon us so fast we didn't have time to
get to shore.
You could not see across the deck . The staff passed out the life jackets
and we tied down everything that was loose. We had our lights on and hoped
that we would not get run over by a barge. Then came the cry of "Shear
pin" and our steering cable broke again. We dropped the anchors. They
lasted three minutes. They were too small and light to hold us in place.
The raft spun slowly around several times. Suddenly we came to a halt
in the middle of the river. We were now out of the channel and hung up
on a sand bar. We were lost. It was weird to be in the middle of a river
and yet be only ankle deep in water.
It was too far to swim for help so we decided to ride out the storm on
the sand bar. We had some bread and peanut butter and we ate that up.
Boy was it good. We had our sleeping bags over us to keep warm and we
had to sit and wait. Remember the roof of our cabin was made of canvas,
well, it leaked, I don't know what else we expected with the 8000 nails
we used to keep it in place .
Several hours later the wind died down and we decided to get the raft
off of the sand bar. All hands except the driver went over board. The
raft was way to heavy for us to move but with all of us in the water it
made just enough difference so we could rock the raft like you would a
car stuck in snow. After about 20 minutes we got her free. Big deal ,
we were still lost and it was about midnight. We headed for what we thought
was shore. But we did not know if it was Wisconsin or Minnesota.
We also during this time had to have crossed the channel at least once,
This is not very smart because barges run all the time and in any weather.
It is a miracle we didn't get run over. Then someone yelled for us to
shut up and turn off the engines. Lo and behold through the night we could
see a flashlight and could hear a voice calling. We headed for it and
it was Jack our leader. He had been searching for us for hours. What a
relief. We pulled in to shore to a place we learned the next day was Wacouta
Beach , on the Minnesota side of the river . We made camp and slept like
rocks . Like rocks that were still going up and down that is . We didn't
have our sea legs yet, but that would come.
(Note: Dean sent a postcard
to his family about this storm. click here to see it, front
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