It seems they needed some fuel, so we delivered 111,000 barrels of the stuff via tug and barge.
Our destination was actually Chelsea, a small town not far from the city center. To get there we had to navigate through a lift bridge, which always makes for an interesting few minutes, especially for the Captain driving the boat.
As you can see, there isn't a lot of room for error.
We made it through the bridge without incident, and that was a good thing because the paperwork involved after colliding with a bridge will kill ya!
After the bridge closed barricading us in like a dog in a dog crate I looked around and noticed that the river didn't seem to be wide enough for us to be able to turn the barge around to leave.
I wondered to myself how the Captain was going to handle this situation. I found out the answer the next morning.
We were going to go back out through that lift bridge...BACKWARDS!
Let me explain something first. Because of the design of a tug boat and the pitch of the propellers, a tug boat doesn't handle real well...GOING BACKWARDS!
Tugs are built for one thing only, tugging. They're main purpose is power, maneuverability doesn't even enter the thought process of a tug designer.
Of course we needed an assist boat, or other tug to assist us with this maneuver
So, a tug is tied to our stern and he is pulling us backwards, as we are using our engines to go backwards as we are attached to a mass of steel (barge) that is longer than a football field which we are dragging toward a bridge opening that doesn't give us much wiggle room.
I've been doing this job for 36 years and have never seen anything like this done.
My Captain is a STUD!
With that madness out of the way, we push past Boston again and head for sea.
Next stop New York