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A few miles ahead the 603 mm I am at the cut leading to the Little Tennessee River renamed Tellico River. It is navigable for 33 miles to where the Chilhowee Dam obstructs it. There are some very nice homes along the shore and many new ones under construction. Along the way there is some impressive views of multiple ridges of the Smokey Mountains in the distance. I try a few photos but they just don't do it justice. It is beautiful. Along about the 21 mm I again happen on to Kerry Thacker and his friends. They were having no luck fishing the Tennessee so they were trying the Tellico (no better luck here). I had felt guilty that I wasn't able to spend more time talking to them yesterday so it was nice that fate once again brought us together. We talked about 45 minutes and they gave me a little advice about the narrowing river ahead. I continued on to the dam and stopped just long enough to take a picture and then reversed my course. With that done I depart for the lock which is only about a half mile away. As the chamber starts to lower I talk with the lockmaster about the Clinch River and Melton Hill Lock. He reminds me I need to be there between 7 am and 3 pm so someone is on duty. I exit the lock a little later and make my way downstream. I know there is know way I will reach the Clinch tonight and plan to find a suitable spot and anchor out when it gets dark. I know running the Clinch will probably take about five hours so I want to be there as early as possible. But I don't want to run in the dark to get there. Not sure what is coming I decide I need to find a more sheltered harbor. I fire up the Honda and start my search. It is pitch dark as there is no moon. Have I mentioned I hate running in the dark? I drag out the spot light and use it to pickup channel markers as my biggest fear was running in to one of them. I decide to fully deploy the trim tabs and this allows me to run level at about 12 mph. At this speed I can still get somewhere but it is slow enough to keep me out of too much trouble. I run about three miles to the mouth of the Clinch and then up it about a half mile where I find a decent spot along the shore. By now I'm tired and decide to hit the rack.
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