For the 1st time since we’ve moved here I’ve had a rather unusual wake up call at 0730.
A container ship foghorn.
Wilmington is a port city, so we have these huge container ships come into the port which is a few miles up the mighty Cape Fear River. I love watching these behemoths travel – coming from a cornfield, this is still a novelty to me.
It’s been pea soup a couple of mornings here and these guys can only sail when it is high tide because they’d get stuck — even though the river is 100 feet deep. So no matter the time of day, when it’s foggy….
((3 minutes pass))
At first it took me awhile to figure out what it was — it was so loud and foreign — and once I realized it was not the General in the garage, I quickly understood this was part of “coastal living” they never cover in those fancy magazines.
I complained to my friend Charlotte, who is in the Coast Guard, but she just shrugged and said it’s the rules of the road. Bah.