Super size Me

While I was driving today, my progress was interrupted by the descending traffic control gate of a local drawbridge.

This particular bridge crosses the canal that runs between local coastal towns. The canal is a narrow inland waterway that is mostly used by relatively small boats. So the arrival of a yacht or ship large enough to require the opening of the drawbridge brings with it a certain amount of curiosity.

Being fortunate to be near enough to the bridge to see the canal, I craned my neck left and right in an effort to catch a glimpse of the approaching vessel.

The only craft that passed was a rowboat with an outboard engine.

Granted, the captain of this small boat was puffing on a pipe, but I don't think enough smoke was being generated to be mistaken for the exhaust of a smoke stack.

I could only assume the old salt had radioed the bridge operator saying "Hey Jonas, super size me."

And that the bridge operator had accordingly set the gears in motion.