measure freeboard here
Cutting off the other point of that mooring cleat from the frame was careless, the sort of thing bonafide to irritate my quality control sensitivities. Probably I was hurrying to get one of the Americas’ more distinctive landmarks of kitsch in this stormy panorama before arriving too close to our every-city modern skyline at the same time Oliver Fern huddled in the back of me using the inside of my shirt as a pup tent vestibule for protection from the elements.
The vivid yellow Measure Freeboard Here complements the iconic green and white of each Washington State ferry, just so. The stormy sky north over Queen Anne Hill, its remarkable contrast to the sunshine over Elliott Bay, is what caught my fancy this time. Bringing to mind if only I had a dollar for every novel I’ve read which contained a reference to “scudding” clouds I’d be a millionaire by now. Er, really though. Those clouds were scudding across the sky.