Just as you approach the landing dock at the ferry you drive around a curve and down a hill. Before us lay this scene...........
The river was socked in with fog. You could barely see the ferry as it nears the landing dock.
It's getting closer, we can see it more clearly now, sort of. Soon we will board and head across the river. How will the pilot get us across safely? I am sure he has his ways.
Halfway across the span of water the fog has lifted enough for us to see the eagle on the piling. He sits there a lot, just waiting and watching as the ferry steams by.
We near the other shore. The pilot blows his loud horn, then again. What's up... he doesn't usually do that. It is then that Shirley and I notice a fishing boat sitting in front of us, right in the path of the ferry. He doesn't move. The pilot comes on the PA and announces that he must move, that he is in a marked channel.... the boat does not move. The guy just keeps throwing that line out over the side of his boat. So, the ferry swings hard right, then hard left to go around that dumb fisherman. We were so close to the landing the ferry had a difficult time getting back in position for his final approach. What an exciting morning!!
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