The Harriette as I remember her from the bow, solid and work-worn.

Looking forward from the bow back toward the bridge during a quiet moment aboard.

Captain Mike Tolley, one of the faces tied to this voyage in my memory.

On the bridge while we worked out our course toward Africa.

Another view from the Harriette bridge, where so much of the voyage was measured out watch by watch.

Third Mate Hettie aboard the Harriette.

Bosun Gil, part of the crew that kept the ship moving.

The old engine-room control station, already feeling antique even then.

Overhauling a piston head, the kind of job that reminds you how much labor hides behind every voyage.

Loading grain in Houston before another run out to sea.

Another look at grain loading in Houston, all motion, dust, and routine.

Heavy weather offshore, when the ship reminded you who was really in charge.

A calmer day on the Harriette, which was worth appreciating when it came.

Ship's work underway, never really stopping just because we were at sea.

Cargo discharge in Africa, part of the working side of the voyage I wanted to preserve.

Another view of cargo coming off in Africa, all business and dust.

Refurbishment work in port, with the kind of rough detail I always noticed.

Steel, equipment, and dockside repair work during the Africa stop.

A closer look at the port-side repair work underway.

Work ashore in Africa, photographed because it felt like part of the real story of the trip.

More dockside refurbishment, rough around the edges and very real.

Port-side steel and scaffolding during refurbishment work in Africa.

Another angle on the repair work going on around us in port.

One more dockside scene from the Africa stop, all steel and hard use.