We went out for a short drive to the water tonight and played the game of “What’s that and what is it doing?” Short tug, long tow. Long tug, long tow. Three lights, four, is that green (Brock has really sharp vision, but less perfect on color at serious distance)?
It was a lively evening, as there was police activity, slow and oddly-lit large vessels, one tug whose towing lights went out as we were watching (and we surmised from the disappearing/reappearing light on the mast, somebody went and scrambled up top to fix the problem). The Victoria Clipper IV flew by ~ we know her schedule after avoiding the shipping lanes while she was in them a few weeks ago. At roughly 30 knots, she always takes precedence!
I’ve got it so good ~ when was the last time you got to make out in a car with a hot guy?