Regardless, it's been a
bit of an odd week. Some big stuff, lots of little stuff. Like:
A
couple came across one way, scrounging for coins to pay the fare. I got 30
cents in pennies from them. They came back the other way about 20 minutes
later, asking if I could break a $100 bill. When he opened his wallet, it
seemed like he must have had at least $1000 in $100 bills. Hmmm. Rather
suspect. My first thought was a drug deal…
I
went across the river to get a minivan with an older couple in it. They had
come from Portland, and were heading to Dallas. If you don't know the area,
coming across the ferry was the long way--they came too far south, and would
cross the river just to go north again. The wife, in the passenger seat, was
insistent, and kept asking me, "Isn't this stupid? Don't you think this is
stupid!? Our GPS sent us this way! It's SO STUPID! Don't you think this is
Stupid?! My husband and I argued the whole time you came across the river over
how STUPID it was." I was cracking up the whole time. I'm sure what
happened is that they missed a turn north of Salem, and by the time they got
through town, this was the route the GPS had re-calculated them onto.
A
car came on board, a big SUV with two couples, all in their 50s or 60s. As I
was approaching the driver's window to get the toll, someone in the backseat
rolled down the window, held up a big bulky life jacket, and said, "Do we
need to put these on now?" I cracked up. Evidently, it was one of the guys
playing a trick on everyone else, getting them to think they needed their own
life jacket to cross the ferry. It's a great trick actually, something I could
see my step-dad pulling off. The couples all got out and took pictures of each
other in the life jackets. I was laughing SO HARD the entire time across the
river, and snapped a picture of them too:
On
Monday morning, about a half hour after opening, I’d only carried three cars by
that point. I’m going across the river empty, for my favorite place to sit when
the boat’s empty. I flip the switch that raises and lowers the aprons…and
nothing happens. What should happen is that the apron—which is the part of the
boat that hangs out past the hull (the body of the boat) and is the part that
actually touches shore—goes down, or up, according to what I tell it to do. You
want it down when you land, otherwise, you slam the hull into shore. Not fun.
So it wouldn’t move. This is something we’d all talked about happening in the
past, and I didn’t really know what the solution was. So I called the boss, and
he basically said to close up, close the gates, and he’ll come down and we can
see if we could fix it.
Electricians
came down, and couldn’t quite figure it out. We needed it fixed soon, so some
guys from one of the crews came down, and we adjusted the height of the cables
that held the aprons up, finally figuring the heights enough to be able to land
the boat without lifting the aprons at all. It took about 8 hours, all told,
and it was a long day of lifting, turning, pushing, and basically working my
butt off.
It
seems like ever since the boat has been open, we've had problems with the toilet. It seems like possibly, just maybe we've got a fix. The pipes are very
small, and get clogged easily. So the new rule is that the toilet is now “Costa
Rica Style.” When I first went to Costa Rica, I was surprised that you don’t
flush the paper, you put it in a garbage next to the toilet. It was the same
way in Belize. And now it’s the same on the boat.
Wednesday,
late in the afternoon, I noticed a lady on one shore taking a heck of a lot of
pictures. More than the usual tourist. Pictures of the towers, the parking
area, the signs, the boat. Finally she came down, and told me that she’s
scouting ferries for a car commercial shoot. How odd! But cool, regardless. I
told her that my boat’s the cool boat, and they should film early in the week
cause that’s my shift!
Wednesday, right before I closed, I got a van full of people who I swear, were all tweaked out on meth. The ran around the boat, jumping up and down, and even when they stood still, it seemed like every muscle in their bodies were tense, ready to run, fight, go crazy. I got them across the river as quickly as I could, and was happy to see them go.
One
night, right before closing, I saw a car on the other side pull up, stop, then
park. I didn’t think anything of it, it’s closing time, they’re parked, no
biggie. I walked up the hill and closed the gate, and when I walked back down,
they were out of the car and standing on the ramp, down at the river. I closed
up the boat and headed that way, where my car was parked. Halfway across the
river, they walked quickly up the ramp, got in their van, and pulled the van up
to the stop line to board. Oh dear. When I got to shore, they tried to come
down and onto the boat. And when I told them I was closed, since it was now
7:06, they got really angry. They actually yelled at me, that they were here
before 7. And they were, but I couldn’t tell that they wanted a ride based on
them being parked out of sight. I do hate that, when people get to the boat
just after 7 and I’m already locked up.
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