A week ago Lehigh Valley 79 closed up business at the dock in Brooklyn, keeping a weather eye open but eager to begin its gallivant northward on the hip of Pegasus.  Ultimate destination for 79 is the Roundup in Waterford, or as some say … Waterchevy.  Waterwärtsilä?

By Friday morning Earl had weakened, veered, and gotten delayed;   both captains’ word was “Travel with the tide.  Cold Spring would be destination for day 1.”

We steamed past familiar landmarks and

under the Tappan Zee.

The young pup with chin on window sill found this first trip north agreeable enough.

By the time we approached the Bear Mountain Bridge, the only accommodation needed was to prepare

the towing lights.

<<I guess this stowaway took that as signal to come up for fresh air .>>

By nightfall, barge and tug were secured in Cold Spring, and despite

gale-force gusts funneling down past Storm King all night, all was well at dawn.

From here, Pegasus returned to the sixth boro, and Lehigh Valley 79 was passed like an enormous baton carried on the nose

of Cornell.

The bottom foto comes from Paul Strubeck.  All others by Will Van Dorp, who hopes to be at the Roundup soon.

I dedicate this post to Mage, who notices when I neglect the cruise ships that make up part of harbor traffic.  All the following fotos were taken Friday and Saturday, September 3 from Pegasus and Lehigh Valley 79 between Red Hook to Cold Spring, about 50 miles upriver from the Battery (aka southernmost tip of Manhattan).

We left Queen Mary 2 behind in Red Hook.

Grande Caribe – an inland cruiser — waited at Chelsea Piers, as

did Justice.

Caribbean Princess docks here at Pier 88, a stroll away from the Empire State Building.

Over along the Palisades, north of the GW Bridge, Blue Guitar anchors before heading farther upriver.  Whatever else her itinerary, I recall seeing Blue Guitar here last summer as well.

Champion passed us south of the Tappan Zee.  Anyone know anything about Champion?

Off Hook Mountain we crossed Glen Cove, who moves all manner of products for people . . . so –by stretch — Glen Cove fits into this post as well.

Commander is a tour boat working out of Haverstraw;  here she follows us northward from the Bear Mountain Bridge.  To me , this is the most beautiful stretch of the Hudson.  The link at the start of this paragraph reveals Commander‘s rich and storied past dating back to World War 1.

A day after we passed her at Chelsea Piers, Grande Caribe leapfrogs past us between West Point and Cold Spring.

Penn No. 4 herds people in solo vessels (SVs?) like a border collie moving sheep or goats or cows.

River Rose is a classy sternwheeler out of Newburgh with

a stern drive that actually moves water …

All fotos by Will Van Dorp.

Every now and then I feel conflicted by a set of “fresh” fotos, each interesting in itself, but maybe not enough for an entire post.  I don’t know where my notion of “enough” comes from, but clearly the limitations exist in my head.  So I’m trying out titles like “salmagundi”  or “gallimaufry,” partly because  alternatives like “mixed bag” or “miscellanea” don’t thrill me.  Salmagundi exudes New York, and “gallimaufry” suggests that other “galli-” word I often use for … travel.

First, this oil painting of the Weehawken docks 1939 by Robert Bruce Haig captures what must have been the rough smoky port, now long-disappeared.

Bowsprite caught this foto of “red tide” riding up past Battery Park City on Labor Day.

She also took this foto of  fireboat John D. McKean, riding water reddened by sunset.

The Waterfront Museum, currently over halfway to the Roundup in Waterford (aka waterchevy?) travels with an exhibit of encaustic paintings by Rich Samuelson.  The show, up only until October, is called “tugboats and waterfront scenes.”

The GW Bridge lines up with its older sibling

structure, Jeffreys Point Lighthouse, clearly at least 10 years senior to the bridge and deserving of respect therefrom.

And a menacing tentacle of “Hurricane Earl” crawled over Manhattan midafternoon last week  as I viewed from a vantage point just south of the Tappan Zee Bridge.

First foto thanks to Arlie Haig (daughter of the artist), next two merci a Bowsprite, and the last ones by Will Van Dorp.

First, the Flickr set on the left has been reset;  go there to see over 30 additional race fotos.

Doubleclick the fotos below to enlarge.  Directly below shows a few instants after the “go” signal is transmitted to the throttles.

“Go” minus 10 minutes has the vessels parading northward.

Like some people, Atlantic Salvor never ceases to mesmerize me;  it casts a spell.

And they’re off;  notice Cornell’s wave.

Reiterating the comment I added to my own post yesterday, Don Jon’s blue finally wins me over:  the hue blends perfectly with the sky fragranced by diesel fuel.  Bowsprite should add this to her simulation illustrations.   Yes, I even accept the orange-to-blue former June K, although she didn’t parade or race yesterday.

Cornell‘s furrow runs true and deep, although

Maurania III outgallops the herd.

Vessels schmooze . . .  or maybe compare pushing horseforce, before

heading over to the mangers to feed.

Enjoy the flickr pics.  I’ve also added the album to Facebook where you can add comments/IDs as you like.

All fotos by Will Van Dorp, expressing gratitude to all companies and crews who participated and pleasure at seeing old friends and new dockside.  In a few days, it’ll be off to Waterford.

Unrelated:  Check this AP article on the USS Olympia.  See a tugster post on Olympia here.

Bonus pic from Rich Taylor.  And …egads … is that tugster just below the name board?

If you were leisurely drifting down the river on your air mattress and you saw this, how concerned might you be?  (Doubleclick enlarges.)

But that just wouldn’t happen.  Better to see this sight from an even faster boat.  What’s this?  It’s the race, and again, thanks to Captain Matt Perricone of Cornell, I enjoyed an upper deck view of my favorite Labor Day event.  And without much ado or text or research, here are some fotos.

To see the mighty Atlantic Salvor bearing down on you with all its momentum …

humbles and inspires awe.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.  As the hour approaches, vessels parade north to the starting line, where they

fan out and turn to await the signal.

Blue dominated among the vessels around us, blue the same color as the smoke.

And afterward, the pushing contests began.  Some vessels were fairly even-matched whereas

Others seemed so mismatched almost to require the service

of stunt drivers.

Of course there were winners, and I might get around to announcing some of those, but on a day like this, everyone, spectators included, are winners.  Equipment gets dragged back to the yards.

All fotos taken by will Van Dorp.

Vessels included (in no particular order … and correct me if I missed one) Cornell, Atlantic Salvor, Bronx, Mary H, Maurania III, W. O. Decker, Vulcan III, Sea Wolf, Cheyenne, Meagan Ann, Catherine, Susan, and Shawn Miller.  Viking took part in the pushing contests but not the race.  More fotos tomorrow.

Something Different  (SD) is a joint venture of  tugster and coldisthesea.

For this first launch, let’s do Q and A format:  Doesn’t the yellow rattlesnake flag so common in political rallies recently  have a maritime history?  What IS that maritime history?

Below is an example of the flag, flying over a great coffee, beer, and lunch place up in Cold Spring, New York (across the river from West Point) .

These yellow flags with rattlesnakes you may have started seeing everywhere. . .  they are not new.  I trace them back to the contrarian from Pennsylvania who played with lightning, yes … Benjamin Franklin.  He also extolled the health benefits of skinnydipping and created bifocals, without which we older folk couldn’t exist.  His wit generated such gems as “fish and visitors stink in three days” and “beer is evidence that God loves us.”

Franklin liked rattlers, even proposed they become our national symbol because they were honorable beasts who –if they felt tread upon—would communicate, would rattle a warning of an impending strike if said-treading continued.  Before the “French and Indian” War (1754—1763),  Franklin published a quite famous political cartoon featuring a rattler chopped into eight pieces with the caption “Join, or Die,” probably an earlier draft of his aphorism:  “we must hang together or we shall hang separately.”

The next North American war saw colonists fighting the British Empire.  The first commander-in-chief of the fledging “colonist’s navy” was Commodore Esek Hopkins.  By then, the rattler flag (a version that had an uncoiled rattler superimposed onto a red-white striped field) had gained the support of Continental Colonel Christopher Gadsden of South Carolina.  In 1775, Hopkins was instructed to use the flag to signal an engagement with British warships on the Delaware River.  As such, it became the first Navy Jack.  The rattler symbol also decorated the drums carried by the five companies of Marines in Hopkins’ fleet.

In 1980, the rattler flag took on new significance as a result of the directive from the Secretary of the Navy that the flag be flown by the naval vessel in longest active status.

The August 31 NY Times ran an article about Andy C. McDonel, who was told by the Avalon Village Community Association that he could not fly the rattler flag.  This is a non-story, I think:  community and neighborhood associations everywhere enforce charters or covenants about such things as how many cars can be parked in a driveway or what hues of which colors you may paint your house.  They can tell you you’ve planted the wrong flowers or cannot grow corn in your garden!

What’s not discussed though a strong undercurrent, it seems, between McDonel and the Community Association is the new set of associations the flag has taken on, as the appropriated symbol of the “Tea Party” movement, which explains why we’re seeing it so much these days.

That’s how it is with symbols;  with time, they acquire new associations.  I have a yellow t-shirt with a rattler.  I used to wear it partly as tribute to the First Navy Jack and partly as reflection of my years in libertarian New Hampshire.  I think I might retire it for awhile.  And given my admiration for Franklin, I might just find one with a turkey, the beast he wanted to see as our national bird.  Either that, or—much more fun– I’ll pay my tribute to Franklin and go dipping skinny.

Thanks to Monkeyfist for the idea and to Herb for the cartoon.  If you have comments on this post or ideas for future SD posts, please pass them along.

So if you’re not tied up with your labor on Labor Day Sunday, see you at the tug race.  It’s a festive waterfront event, where vessels that come to compete are the ones not engaged at that hour.  It’s part Labor Day picnic.  Here are the details.

Will Sarah Ann be there?

Or Laura K.

Meagan Ann?

Maurania III,

Greenland Sea,

or Craig Eric?

Here’s some of my posts from the event in 2009, 2008, 2007,  and 2006.

All fotos by Will Van Dorp.  See you Sunday.

I could not continue this blog without a strong interest in New York harbor aka the sixth boro.  But, there’s more:  the blog is fueled by obsession.    I’m not speaking metaphorically when I say the boro holds me in its spell, and among the people and things that contributer to the spell is this grotesque device:

the cutter suction head.  Bowsprite’s drawn it, and even given me a pin for my hat sporting her drawing of the snaggle-toothy one.  A priceless gift!

Although the head is not warm or fuzzy, boats

seem to sidle up, even

try it on as alternative pudding.

Can you imagine this unit out forward on a ship shifting tug?

Keeping track of this head–lest it go where it’s unwelcome–are Layla Renee and the behorned Brangus.  Yes,I promise a close-up–real or hand-drawn–of Brangus horns soon.

Anyhow, mark the dredge Florida and its own fleet among the vessels in the harbor always guaranteed to drawn my attention.

All fotos by Will Van Dorp.

Vessels shown include Sea Raven, Ellen Bouchard, and Evening Mist.

Sunrise on the last day of August:  Comet heads south across the upper bay.  Forecast is for the upper  90s.

By 7 am, it’s already getting warm;  Evening Mist heads over toward Red Hook.

8 am Vale departs KVK, where Torm Sofia remains docked.

Here’s a surprise:  farther into KVK out beyond Doris Moran and the barge Alexandra, that’s Amalthea, which I saw departing Philly last Thursday.  (See third and fourth fotos from end of post here.  )

Buchanan 1 pushes crushed rock into the Kills.

Around 930 am, Java Sea heads somewhere up the River with oil.

By 5 pm, the boro is stifling as an oven as Evening Tide arrives to move a barge out of Red Hook.  In the center of the foto is the stern of the 1907 Pegasus;  foto is taken from the interior of Lehigh Valley #79.  Pegasus and 79 head up to Cold Spring, NY, on Friday.

and by 730, the sun sets over Jersey City (That’s Ellis Island) while Aegean Sea pushes rock into the East River.

My camera and I retire for the evening, but the traffic goes on and on.

Happy September.

Part 1 of this series looked like this.  Now more.

Madeline, 2008

Duty, 2006

Lindsey, 1989

Brandywine, 2006

More Lindsey

More Duty.

More Madeline.

More Brandywine, and Amberjack and Bold.

Of course Brandywine ranges far and wide, and these days, maybe so does Inland Sea heading south here from the Ben Franklin Bridge.

All fotos last week by Will Van Dorp.

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