To a kid (and in this instance, in the 1950s and 1960s), the ferryboat meant an escape to adventure. Those of us fortunate to have ridden the ferryboats in our youth remember jumping from Dad's car even before it came to a stop, running up the metal stairs, and exploring the upper deck of the ferry from one end to the other, peeking inside the lifeboats, and up into the pilot house, before a honk on the horn meant it was time to get back in the car. Remember the adrenaline that built up in your little body as you heard car engines starting before you had descended the stairs?