Thursday, June 10, 2010

Flares

We’ve made some amazing progress in the past few days. We are in the mouth of the St. Lawrence river and in about 5 hours we’ll make a call to inform the Coast Guard of our traffic and that we are headed in. When we start watch at 4 the sun is just starting to rise and by 5 it’s all the way up, in a way it makes watch seem so much longer because you think it’s later than it really is.

Right before capstan we had an abandon ship drill and after we talked about how it’s important to dog hatches and that we’ll be closing the watertight door to bosuns at night. Then we had some fun with flares, some were expired 30 years, other about 22, most of them still worked just fine. The smoke flares were the best.

I started to work in the engine room sopping up fuel from the bilge, but Robin wanted me. He started off by saying, “I hear you’re the Queen of NP1.” He had me NP1 around the new deck boards he had just finished putting in place. Work party was interrupted by a 20-minute wild life viewing of some whales; they were all around, coming right at us.

For my idle on watch I ended up finishing NP1-ing.

Jesse and Amy.
Amy with a flare from 1988.
Amy.
Grant.
Me and Rich.
Mitch.
Smoke flares.
Tom's reaction to shooting a flare gun.
Whales.
Brooke loves whales.

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