|Ore Dock in the fog|
I have become accustomed to the softly clanging bells and whistles of the Ore Docks; the rain-like whoosssshh that the trains make as they empty their cargo into the giant bins; and the sounds of the engines maneuvering 1,000 foot long ships into harbor. But I will never get used to the occasional earth-shaking foghorn BWWWAAHHHHHHHHH that the ships sound when the fog rolls in.
|I couldn't even see the red navigation beacon at the end of the breakwater...|
or the breakwater itself, for that matter.
But it's probably a good thing that they make that sound on mornings like this.