Friday, July 20th I left Saint Florentin. It was rainy in the morning, which lifted mid-morning, with my departure around 10:30 AM. I had a two-day journey to the next large town, Tonnerre. The best option for mooring the night before reaching Tonnerre was a small rural mooring, Flogny. The DBA guide and navigation books indicated it was an older, crumbling quay, but I arrived to find it had definitely been renovated with a new steel wall and gravel bank. There were no services(power/water), but a short walk into town provided access to a boulangerie, a boucherie, and a tabac.
Both days took me through beautiful countryside. Lunch on the 20th was as I was moored bankside across from a tree lined road bordering beautiful rolling fields.
Bank side lunch stop: C058C18B-B21D-46D6-9BA1-5FC44BB2542C
The evening stay at Flogny was eerily quiet. I found myself awake in the middle of the night with absolutely no noise. I actually got up and looked about. Walking forward (I was using the aft bedroom) into the kitchen/living area, I was surprised and puzzled to hear the sound of running fluids. It took me a moment to realize I was listening to the sound of the coolant circulating in the small refrigerator. When was the last time you were somewhere so quiet the loud noise you heard was your refrigerator!?
Saturday took me through more open fields and beautiful scenes, finally arriving at Tonnerre. The port area was located between two locks that were close together, with me mooring at the downstream end of the quay. That set of circumstances would give rise to my abrupt wakening the next morning.