The great thrill was on the way home. We were very close to the aerial bridge when we had to stop so that it could go up. That means only one thing... a ship is going under. We saw some other people hop out of their cars and run over to the bridge. So... being the tourists that we are. We did the same... except Travis who, as the driver of the car, thought he should stay with it. Never mind that we were all dressed in only swimming suits (I did have a pair of shorts) and no shoes...except Min who was sandy leaving the beach that Travis took his trunks off and wrapped him in a towel. So the boys and I (carrying the naked, towel-clad 3 year old) ran down the sidewalk to the canal. And luck was with us... the ship wasn't just some sailboat or tourist carrying boat but a real cargo ship. The Edwin A. Gott. And it was spectacular. There is something about being 15 yards away from a 1000 foot cargo ship going under an elevated bridge. The boys were speechless! And, then it was gone and we had to sprint back down the sidewalk...barefooted in swimming suits to jump back in the truck before we had to drive. I try not to think about what a sight we were but feel much better that I wasn't the only mother racing her kids back to the car. It's supposed to rain tomorrow so we will plan to go to the ship museum and..I'm not sure what else.
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