By Johna Till Johnson
Photos by Johna Till Johnson
The day wasn’t looking good.
This was the third year we’d planned to go to the Great North River Tugboat Race & Competition, but the day didn’t start well. It dawned dark and gloomy, with the threat of rain—the kind of day on which, despite your best intentions, you struggle to get out of bed.
Worse, Vlad, who’d been under the weather for a few days, couldn’t go.
So even though we’d already purchased tickets, I wasn’t enthusiastic about attending the race. I had so many chores to do… not to mention work… and steaming coffee and a comfortable couch beckoned.
At the last minute, though, I threw my maritime radio and camera into a backpack, poured some coffee into a thermos, and set off downtown.