I stopped at Wendy Park on the way home one Friday afternoon in early June. I had heard on the radio that a ship was going to arrive in an hour, so I decided to stay and watch it. Others had also heard the call on the radio, and by the time the ship arrived, there were five of us with cameras on hand to greet it.

After it passed us, moving very slowly to make sure it could handle the bend in the river, I decided it was time to go. She was moving so slowly that I easily caught up to her as I was waling by. As I was walking, a man and his son arrived and walked up to the fence to admire the passing vessel.