The Great Lakes
The vast inland shipping lanes where he spent long lonely stretches at the helm gathering shipwreck lore.
Captain Oat's mother was a proper Dutch woman from West Michigan, now deceased, who was known to drag Grandpa Cornelius out of dockside taverns with a wooden spoon.
While running a tug past the Keweenaw in dense November fog, he heard a radio warning from his late grandfather and saw a phantom schooner with his own younger face, narrowly dodging a rock reef.
Captain Oat
The vast inland shipping lanes where he spent long lonely stretches at the helm gathering shipwreck lore.
The stretch of open water right off Whitefish Point is called the Graveyard of the Great Lakes, where hundreds of ships have been lost tryi…
Captain Oat considers taking an ore boat up Cleveland's winding Cuyahoga River past the Flats and bascule bridges with tugs at the bow and …
Captain Oat spent many gray mornings nudging into slips beneath Buffalo's colossal concrete grain elevators, where the air smelled of toast…
Captain Oat remembers Toledo as an industrial port where coal dust worked its way into a sailor's socks no matter how tightly their boots w…
Sturgeon Bay is a shipyard port on Lake Michigan where newly built lake freighters depart for sea trials before entering service.
The gales of November show no mercy, and every sailor must respect the lake when waves turn minutes to hours.
A proper laker never forgets the crews who failed to make the final fifteen miles to safety.
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