Back on a brite, sunny, but very winter, day in the mid 1940s we skipped school and went out there. The snow and ice angled up from the edge of the pier to the catwalk. We knew it was against the law to walk on the 'walk, so we crawled over the ice and snow all the way to the end. I scratched my inits in the red paint, five feet from the top (could still barely make it out the next summer.)
There was snow and ice as far as you could see - excpt for a 1 foot gap right at the edge of the pier. I remember looking down there, thinking: "If we slipped down there, we'd be done for."
I used to deliver papers to the USCG station. One March Sunday AM I was just hangin' around, the only guard on duty says: "Let's go out and inspect the Light." So we launched the skiff, rowed out there (there were still big ice bergs in the river) tied it up, went inside and right to the top next to the light. What a day for a 12-year-old!
There was snow and ice as far as you could see - excpt for a 1 foot gap right at the edge of the pier. I remember looking down there, thinking: "If we slipped down there, we'd be done for."
I used to deliver papers to the USCG station. One March Sunday AM I was just hangin' around, the only guard on duty says: "Let's go out and inspect the Light." So we launched the skiff, rowed out there (there were still big ice bergs in the river) tied it up, went inside and right to the top next to the light. What a day for a 12-year-old!