HAWSEPIPER: The Longest Climb: Rain rain.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Damn, it's outright old-fashioned out tonight. Good night to be lying to at a protected berth waaay upriver from where all the waves are.

Weer'd Beard said...: I'm a few days late, but I was curious if like me, you were offshore on 9-11-01, and how that was for you.; September 15, 2009 at 9:46 AM
Paul, Dammit! said...: I was out catching lobster a few miles off of Boston's Logan airport. It was a surreal day. We had no AM/FM radio, and only found out about everything via one or two comments someone made. An hour or so after we knoew something bad had happened, the USCG flew overhead, and told everyone to return to port ASAP via VHF.; September 15, 2009 at 4:16 PM
Weer'd Beard said...: Was doing some research contract work on a chartered dragger. Work was running transects and taking water samples from sunset to sunrise. I had finished my night's work just after sunup and being my first time living on a boat, and living nocturnally I rushed to get into the Rack ASAP as I was sleeping like shit.

My eyes probably officially shut around 0800 9-11-01.

We were laying to about 10 miles off the coast of Vinalhaven, so the Captain who was taking shifts with the mate was watching the morning news on TV.

He kicked my rack when he heard the news and woke me up.

One thing I think I had different than most people I knew was when I needed a break from it all I just walked out onto the back deck and listened to the sea.

It was a calm clear day that day and it seemed like the rest of the world could care less what was going on.; September 15, 2009 at 5:28 PM

HAWSEPIPER: The Longest Climb