Morning fog swirled on the river as a faint current pushed me south. My campsite was a grassy field of a vacation trailer with nobody around. It was growing dark and I had to get off the water before a bass boat took me out.
Persimmons hang from trees on the Riverside but this variety was yet too astringent to eat off the tree.
There were many small campers and trailers situated along the banks of the Locust Fork. A crisply unfolded new confederate flag hung proudly in the rising sun. From beyond the screened in porch came a slow drawl “Beautiful morning for a paddle, ain’t it?” Yes sir it sure is.
A make-shift teepee on the right bank
Sunset again in colorful autumnal celebration as I round a 90 degree bend in the Locust Fork
I meet this guy on his home made boat dock. He was the first person I had spoken with in three days and I probably chatted his ear off. This creation cost him about $12k in materials. The pontoons are two recycled Boeing fuel cells!
His neighbor however had a bit of a coal problem 😉 The Miller Steam Plant marked the beginning of coal tows on the narrow Locust Fork
After four days and a few more neat railroad bridges, I finally reached the mouth of the Locust Fork at the confluence with the Mulberry Fork. Here the two bending rivers meet in a meander with shorelines of pine forest and hills. The dammed Bankhead Lake now backs up and limits the river flow.