waiters serve them and that lifestyle sure looked tempting to me as a possible career move if I left the CG. Finally we rounded the Horn and were in the Atlantic, headed home. Because of some engine and lubrication issues it looked as if we might have to stop and take on more oil before reaching home, but in true CG fashion (―more with less‖), a different solution appeared. We had a cargo handling crane on each side of the ship and the boom was horizontal with cables running from the tip back up to a pivot, then down to the engine and pulleys, which formed a triangle. Inside this triangle the crew stretched cut to fit canvas and swiveled the cranes to the outboard of the ship. Thus creating the last of the wind-powered icebreakers! The CG hadn‘t seen something like that since the Bear.
We finally arrived back in Curtis Bay and I stepped off the ship with orders to CG Group Coos Bay, in Oregon.
To me, the whole trip was a highlight. The CO allowed us to keep civilian clothes on board, the galley served good food, the ports we visited, the job we accomplished, the crew I served with. Everything counts as a grade A plus to me.