Just before 0700, Medi Osaka rounded the bend, low in the water as a galleon from the Andean mines. Only two hours before, under darkness, Medi Osaka‘s soon-to-be berth was still occupied by Global Success, which had just completed discharging its payload of road salt, at least the part of the load gong to Atlantic Salt.
Many media reports notwithstanding, there is road salt around. Not all suppliers have been out.
This clam shell has been steadily emptying out holds.
Granted the salt has been leaving almost as quickly as it has arrived, but
count the trucks . . . a dozen and a half waiting here . . and more.
For JS and others who know the place, yes, I’m atop the salt pile looking down on Leidy’s . . . not far from Sailor’s Snug Harbor.
The trucks are there loading salt from Global Success even before Medi Osaka docks.
There’s 36 feet of water here and then some.
Note the crew watch the vessel inch up to the docking barge.
The next post will show the linemen ferrying the lines to shore crews running them up to the bollards.
Meanwhile, temperatures were almost to 50 F by the time I left here.