Not a huge part of the trip, or anything wholly significant or insightful. Just a direct journal entry of an incident I remember well.
Where we’re docked (in Beardstown) there are abandoned barges lined up beside a great seawall. These barges serve as a dock for boats, then there is a long, tall flight of rusty metal stairs leading up and over the seawall to solid land. On the barge that the Niña is currently tied to, there is a great stack of very long, large logs, stripped of bark and branches and piled neatly together.
The mosquitoes are particularly bad here at night (which wasn’t a surprise - we were on the Mississippi, after all) but I don’t like having a phone conversation in the midst of other people, so I typically go someplace off the boat to get some privacy and so as not to disturb others. Since there was no good place for me to go without ascending the perilously rickety stairs, I stayed on the dock near the ship. In order not to get eaten alive by mosquitoes, though, I had to be in constant motion while I talked on the phone with my mom. At first I just walked all over between the barges, and when I tired of that I started hopping around on the stacked logs. Not considering how my flip-flopped feet would react to the smooth log surfaces, I got a little too daring and lost my footing. Thankfully, no bones were broken, but I managed to land on my phone and crack the casing. I also gashed my knee pretty good, to which the Captain later simply raised one eyebrow, but said nothing.