July 5...bright and early...in dense fog, we headed out of Grafton (cell phone hell) and pushing our way north. We are going against current for a couple of miles of Mississippi... and still against current in the Illinois River. We have 80 miles to our anchorage just short of the LaGrange Lock and Dam...for the first  two hours, we couldn't even see the shore line...tows and barges were stopped  as I'm sure they couldn't see to the front of the barges they were pushing. Thank goodness for excellent radar...we felt our way along quite nicely. Around 10 the sun finally burned away the fog and it began to heat up in earnest. I was once again nursing an upset stomach...so Dakota and I stayed below most of the afternoon with generator/AC blasting.We did manage to get 7.5 miles an hour without too much effort.  Once again, who should we encounter????...WAYNE P LAGRANGE...I'm beginning to think of him as our big personal good luck charm!  Just a little after 5PM we arrived at our sandy shady beach and dropped anchor. We took Dakota ashore and dropped a stern anchor as well. Then Floyd talked to the lock master who said..."NOPE, we'd like you up here in front of the house on stilts". REALLY!!! So, yes, lucky us! Got plenty of anchoring practice in the heat! Cause you always do what the lock master says especially when you still need to lock through. Leftover supper of Dee's Skinny pasta...Dakota ashore one more time...then it was generator off for the night. Thunderstorms came...and were still hanging around in the morning. Delightful!!!