Yesterday morning, ice slowed down all the ferries approaching World Financial Ferry Terminal.
This morning: it was all ice and fog.
Little Lady crossing before Jay Michael pushing a crane barge.
On VHF radio: “(Name of tug), 14, can I get a visibility report? thank you.”
Voices, they were all speaking:
“I can see buoy 3 and 5, but not much beyond that.’
“Can you see them?”
“Yeah, you might want to look out, the Evergreen is right behind me.”
Little Lady and Captain Log communicate as they pass each other in complete greyness.
“There’s ice in Morris Canal.”
The buoys have been pushed around by ice and are off-station.
Voices from ferries whose names I rarely hear uttered on 13, calling out today where the fog has collected extremely heavily: around Liberty and Ellis Islands.
“Miss New York, leaving Liberty Channel to Ellis Island.”
“Miss New Jersey, I see you. See you on the one.”
“Miss Freedom…” “did you leave the dock yet?” “yes, I’m in front of the Statue:” “Roger that.”
“Miss New Jersey, departing the battery wall for the Statue.”
“Miss Freedom, I’m south of the clock, where are you?”
“Leaving Morris Canal…south of you.”
“I’m at the WR buoy (red buoy marking a wreck at the mouth of the Morris Canal) and I can’t see the Clock!”
I hope these passengers got sightseeing boat tickets for half-price.
Voices from the Kills:
“you waiting? what time did they say?”
“yeah, we’re waiting.”
“…leaving the Kills, docking at Hess Bayonne”
Voices from the anchorage:
“you heading over to Stapleton?”
“no, Governor’s, the jersey side.”
“…got a visual on you, one whistle…one whistle…”
“Yeah, Cap, I don’t have you on radar yet, but see you on the one.”
Voices from everywhere, mingling:
“…I’m coming off the range” “sorry, I thought you were taking the greens…”
“I don’t know what’s going on here.’
“…We’re going to make a hard right…”
Traffic calling individual tugs, requesting that they switch to 14.
At one point, the skies cleared and the radio fell silent. But it did not last long.
At night, the silhouette of CGC Sturgeon Bay
passes southbound back to her berth in Bayonne, NJ; she’s has cleared the way for self-loading cargo ship Flintersky
(flag: Netherland) to go up to Albany.
Fog, thick thick.
Warm, moist, balmy air,
Icy waters. Recipe for thick grey pea soup. Sneert