![]() Half my body becomes consumed by the brisk awakening, I embrace it with a deep breath and submerge. One toe in, then two, the water is cold but its blue and emerald glow allures me. I pull my clothes off my body and walk towards the gentle hum of the water. The trees shielding me from the stream open at last and I find the peace and quiet of solitude. Only a short distance down a steep hill to my favorite boulder in the stream. I park my car and cross the road to the small opening in the shrubbery. The colossal green mounds beside me bow down to my arrival. ![]() I think back to how many times I have done this drive, and yet I find more beauty each time I approach it. Ahead of me, the opening between the two mountains smiles. The steering wheel has become hot to the touch, but I wrap my hands around it and begin driving towards the valley. My car awaits me, collecting the heat of the festering day ahead. My practice comes to a close and I stand to gather my belongings, changing the pace of the morning. Tears well up in my eyes as the instructor softly drags her mallet along the edge of the crystal bows sending waves of a deep hum to caress my Savasana. But the gentle music reminds me of where I am, and the world outside the front doors is finding life once again. I lay in my final resting pose, accidentally dreaming of my post-yoga river dip. I feel the stagnant energy from my stillness is sleep releasing from the grooves of my body. I set my mat down and gently begin rolling out my neck, my body yawns. The yoga teacher curls her hands around a morning mug and gives me a maternal smile. In my yoga studio, I am welcomed by the swirling scent of palo santo and essential oils. To my right, waves roll onto the shoreline glimmering in a glassy tune. Ahead of me, the West Maui mountains hold their arms up at me and wave, “over here!” Just as they are cascaded upon by a looming pink hue. That work will still take place, Skinner said.I drive along the coast the sun is making her arrival on the east. Those closures were to paint the upper gates and then to replace the armor plating on the floating boom wall. “Although it’s an inconvenience, the timing could not be more perfect because the lock was already going to be closed,” King said. Heather King, public affairs specialist with the Nashville Engineer District, pointed out that Kentucky Lock had already been scheduled for a full closure June 13-15 with a daytime-hours closure afterward to continue through June 30. Skinner said based on previous closures of the lock, the wait at Barkley could grow to six to eight hours, on average. The Tennessee and Cumberland rivers are linked by a canal. The chamber was immediately closed, and all traffic was rerouted through Barkley Dam on the Cumberland River. The Corps of Engineers is investigating what caused the barge to come to rest on the sill. No one was hurt, and no damage was done to the lock, he said. “In the process of locking, their port stern barge rested on the miter sill of the lock and in so doing caused the head of the barge to submerge, causing it to take on water and subsequently sink,” Skinner said. It was making the first cut of a double locking with nine barges in the chamber. Amy Gattle, owned by Terral RiverService of Lake Providence, La., was downbound with 15 barges loaded with rock. The barge is resting upright on the chamber floor, he said.Īt 7:30 a.m. June 14 and to take one to three days, said Caleb Skinner, navigation manager for the Nashville Engineer District. Salvage operations were expected to begin at 9 a.m. Kentucky Lock at Mile 22.4 on the Tennessee River closed June 11 after a barge sank in the chamber.
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