There’s a lot of sitting and waiting, on a day like this. The water in the Ohio is calm, running chocolate-brown like something out of Willy Wonka’s Factory. Clear, blue sky. A handful of cottony clouds skirting by. Nothing like the winter, when the damned ice ensures you can barely move. When you worry about it damaging the equipment on the 55-ft. long vessel, The CTC, which is actually 144-ft. long if you count the ferry flat. Today is kind of boring, really. Which is good. Very good, actually.