Heading back

Saturday, January 23, 2010

We are now homeward bound. We left Cordova on Thursday night at 2030 and headed for Seward. I had an entertaining time in Cordova – the mate and I took the Port of Cordova company truck (an old beater) into town looking for the grocery store. We circled Cordova twice before we finally found it, and bought apples, cigarettes, and coffee creamer. I couldn’t dream up a stranger shopping list if I tried. The town looked like it had quite a lively population even in the dead of winter. During our escapade we managed to make it clear to the other end of town (it’s not a big place) where the high school is located (lots of cars were parked outside the school; must have been a sporting event going on). There were lots of cute little houses that overlooked Orca Inlet, and a sizable marina full of fishing boats, which I’m sure is bustling in the warmer months.

A ride through Cordova in the company truck

I got to talk to my dad on the phone yesterday for the first time since the night before we departed Seattle. It was great to hear his voice. It is a huge relief to have his support and encouragement, especially seeing as he was very unhappy to hear me say two years ago that I wanted to work on tugs. But knowing now that he is proud of me makes all the difference. I love him so much! As much as I am doing this for myself, a part of my desire to be on the water and out on boats arises from my affection for my father as well.

As I told friends and family before I came up here, this was the perfect time for me to do this. I was ready, in all respects, to leave behind everything that was comfortable and familiar and come out here to get started on the rest of my life. I can’t even imagine myself still in Alameda, driving to Walnut Creek every day and working as an agent! Though I do, in a way, miss the way things were for the last two years, that part of my life is behind me now. Sometimes I miss being an agent, but I can say with complete sincerity, that those moments are few and far between 🙂 It’s hard to believe that I put in two whole years for Transmarine, boarding tankers in the middle of the night, shooting the breeze with the gaugers and pilots and linehandlers, shuffling cargo documents and taking shit from grumpy captains. And those nights I thought I was cold, out in the bay or on the docks in the wind rushing through the Carquinez Strait? That was nothing compared to Seward in January!

the barge in Seward

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