From the Captain's Journal:        

River Date 30  (5 August 2008)

  We woke to find one catfish on the lines. Not big enough to keep. So we pushed off and decided to motor the 25 miles to Memphis. Nate and Dave took turn driving and we made it to Memphis harbor around 11:30am. The harbor is located on Mud Island along the riverfront in Memphis. We tied of at the local marina and from there began our adventures into Memphis. We crossed over the bridge and began walking into the city in order to have Nate's phone exchanged. Dave's feet were doing better but he was still walking in socks as he had not gotten an opportunity to pick up any shoes. They began walking through the southern midday heat and just by chance wandered upon Sun studios one made popular by the king himself. The traversed about a mile and a half before the idea of walking was abandoned for a bus, trolley, or cab. Missing the first two options a cab was finally spotted who gave us a ride the remainder of the way. The phone was exchanged and then a cab was called in order to make the return journey. The cab driver was nice enough to ask if we needed any other stops along the way so a shoe store was requested and found, and then it just so happened that a pair of 14 mens sandals were found on sale. Dave and Nate returned to the boat dropped everything off and then being hungry headed down Main St. to find some food. A local restaurant was found and shrimp po boys and sweet tea were orderd. As we left the store we asked what the trick to the Southern ice tea was that we both love so much now. The guy told us he uses about 7 to 8 cups of sugar for 3 gallons that about sums it up. Refueled the guys headed down to Beale St.  to see what all the hype was about. Beale St. was found along with all of its different shops , restaurants, and bars. It was pretty lively considering that the heat index was something like 108. The entertainment was good too as there were guys doing flips in the street and telling jokes. One place we stopped had two musicians playing some of the best blues and rock we've heard giving the guys a glimpse at the talent which has given Memphis its title as "home of the blues birthplace of rock and roll" After spending the afternoon hanging out on Beale St. the guys headed back to the boat but found there access denied as the bridge to Mud island which they had used to cross over earlier was gated and locked. Another cab was called in ordr ot bring them back to the yacht club. From there the evening was pretty quite as the guys slept soundly on Mud Island away from the darkened streets of Memphis.