|The Silver Bay Steel Mill. Because no one wants to admit they just went to Duluth.|
|Silver Bay, on approach. The ship behind us is the MV St. Clair, where another of my classmates, the really hard working one, went to. I didn't see him this time, but we waved at each other the day before in the Soo locks.|
|The loading process begins.|
We took a short break from waiting and occasionally shovelling to unload the non-burnable garbage onto the shore where we traded it for groceries. A large winch did all the heavy lifting, so it was just pushing the raise/lower button and doing a little bit of manuevering and then back to waiting. After about six hours (a very quick loading) that felt much quicker the crane closed all the cargo hatches then we went around and clamped them back down. The ship got back underway about an hour before sunset and then we hosed off the deck.
|Loading up close. The guy operating this conveyor spent most of his time playing with his cell phone, which we all agreed was dangerous before we went back to playing with our cell phones.|
I started work at 1PM yesterday and finished at 1130PM, but it didn't feel like anything at all. None of my work so far has been hard, and all of it is just enough to do to keep from being boring. In fact, all my hours have been flying by, whether working or eating or sitting in my room reading. I don't think I want to do this for a living because the work isn't very fulfilling, but I have yet to be given any bullshit make work and everything I do has had a tangible, obvious purpose for the ship, so I certainly don't mind doing it for the next thirty days.
|A hold full of Steel Pellets, little bullet sized spheres of metal.|