The dock at Ocean Terminal is like an old friend. Last time we were here we saw hundreds of cars waiting to be transported. At last our wait is over!
A few hours late, but finally we were finally off.
Blue skies gave way to sea mist which became fog. For a time our main companion was the foghorn.
As we approached land things began to become a little clearer. As for the sea …
… it was as calm as a millpond.
Crews In! 