Spent last Friday's afternoon on the immobile, berth-tied Coot for lunch and afternoon newspaper reading/snooze. As always, had the radar
working and the VHF radio
set for channel sixteen. A couple of radio
exchanges had Perla and I laughing.
Boater: "Mare Island Bridge, this is xxx."
acknowledges, and the boater says "I'll be picking up a passenger at the Vallejo Yacht Club and will need bridge opening to go upriver."
: "Call when you leave the club's marina" (about a half mile from the bridge).
Couple minutes later, the boater says "radio check."
The bridge tender acknowledges.
Sometime later ...
Boater: "Bridge, this is xxx."
Couple minutes later, boater says "bridge, bridge, this is xxx."
Couple minutes later, boater says "bridge, bridge, bridge, this is xxx." No bridge tender answers.
The boater then calls the Benicia Marina and confirms bridge-in-question monitors channel 16.
Subsequently, the boater says "Benicia-Martinez railroad bridge, this is xxx." Then that bridge tender responded.