Dismal Swamp
The Dismal Swamp. People seem to either love it or hate it. Maybe it’s the name. Maybe it’s the brown water. Or maybe it’s the not infrequent deadheads (waterlogged logs) lurking on the bottom of the 6 ft deep canal just waiting to thump into the bottom of the keel ensuring that everyone aboard is wide awake.
We love it. It’s always one of the highlights of our trip south. The scenery is peaceful, the other boaters that raft up at the Visitors Center are friendly and the pace is a lot slower than the Virginia cut route a little farther to the east.
This year was the first trip since Robert Peek, our favorite lock master, passed away and we missed him, his stories about the history of the area and his masterful conch horn music. But the new lock master was just as friendly and skilled.
We spent the first night just inside the lock on Elizabeth’s Dock, next to a small park that was great for walking. Then it was on to the visitors center where we rafted with 7 other boats.
But if not…
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We’ll miss him. He was in pretty bad health last time we saw him. We’ll miss our conch horn blowing sessions with him!
It would certainly seem different not seeing Robert at the lock. He was a wonderful man with great knowledge of the area and awesome stories. Nice to hear they have another great lock master there. Loved your photos. Looked quite a bit warmer than when we were there with you a three years ago. 🥰