The storm passed over as we slept, we waited for the restaurant to open since all the boaters get fresh hot cinnamon rolls. They were worth the wait. We continued to travel south and anchored by ourselves in Shallow Bluff. This is a small area right along the Tennessee river.
During the night I heard voices, when I got up I saw a couple of guys on a small john boat with a generator. They were shinning lights into the woods along the shore, a little spooky.
No other excitement the rest of the night
