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First, check “parrotlect flickrstream” along the left margin here for my favorite 45 fotos from the start of the Great Chesapeake Schooner Race last week. I had posted some of them earlier, but put them up in the moment and without the benefit of my “foto-cleanup” tools.
Here is the real predecessor for this post . . . small specialized East coast designs. And here’s a question . . . guess the loa and beam of this vessel. Answer and fotos follow.
not to emphasize the “just” there. Seriously sweet lines here.
And here. And nearby but in the shadows was a twin called Puffin. And that vintage Johnson Sea horse 18 was attached to the
the prettiest motorboat I’ve ever seen. I don’t think that Johnson comes with the blender attachment seen here!!
This is Silk. Silk is a pushboat. Believe it or not, it’s the prime mover for a 65′ skipjack, and while hauling for oysters, Silk needs to be hanging high and dry. I regret I didn’t get a chance to look at the engine.
Stanley Norman dates from 1902. And that boom looks impossibly long.
And here’s a surprise, maybe. The vessel in the top foto here is a restored 1925 Hooper Island Draketail named Peg Wallace, measuring a belief-defying 37’6″ loa with a beam of only 6’8″!! I’d written of local Chesapeake and southern boats here almost two years ago, but this was my first encounter with a draketail. Scroll down to pete44′s comment here to learn his sense of the origin of the design.
I’d love to see her move through the water.
Draketail . . . named for a duck. Make way!
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
So I was an especially gullible kid who wished in vain that my parents would let me buy some sea monkeys that I saw advertised in Popular Mechanics. Never happened. Hold that thought.
Below is a foto of the Great Salt Lake. And before I came here, I’d heard that it stunk and held
then was it also a major bird migration path.
Doubleclick on this foto and see all the birds. And yes the water near shore was black with flies and other insects that–unlike gnats–disperse when you approach. All this brings up this
display outside Dave’s Gonzo Kayak rental on Antelope Island. To my amazement, I learned that Great Salt Lake has a fishery and this is an older, obsolete vessel used in the harvesting of brine shimp . . .
aka sea-monkeys!! Click here for a foto of a more up-to-date vessel, the likes of which I’d love to see.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Sometimes along the road, I see things I don’t understand. The first two fotos here, though, I can identify but just won’t right now. Hazard guesses about this fish?
Here was my northbound conveyance . . . ferry Twin Capes, which I saw in the sixth boro here (fotos 4 and 5) two years ago. Nah . . . it wasn’t lost or in fugitive mode; it was headed for Caddell Dry Dock.
Now . . . I kid you not, but let me say I saw a ray in Delaware Bay (sounds like the beginning of a song?) but didn’t even try to take a foto. Maybe that’s a ray’s mouth motif on the bow of that pilot boat, which just
retrieved the pilot from Fivelborg, Quebec-bound. You need to see this foto of her on shipspotting!!
Two roads diverged in the New Jersey bayou (and I don’t mean that pejoratively) , and my GPS had no idea where I was or where I should go, and squadrons of tabanus nigrovittatuses aka greenheads knew exactly where their blood food was. Squadrons of squadrons!!
All fotos by Will Van Dorp. More on the two unanswered Qs at the beginning soon.
John P. Brown pushes along a many-wheeled barge, and if you want a scene for a Stephen King horror story by the name of Maximum Overboard or somesuch, you know this crane
who knows who to transform in mermaze!!
Thomas D. Witte . . . I did nothing to manipulate this image, no liquification, no DAP . . .
Yet another Mighty Servant 1 foto with four movers of the Miller’s Launch fleet. As of this writing, the Mighty is still anchored at the Narrows. Bravo on what appears to have been a flawless loading.
Happy last day of Fall 2011.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp. And this just in . . . as of noon today, Mighty Servant 1 exited the Bay Nigeria-bound. I hope the good folks on Meagan Ann get a foto they will share.
Here was Birds 4. Birds intrude on these fotos a fair amount just because they do. I usually don’t intend bird fotos, but like the second from bottom here, they happen and make intriguing juxtaposition. Vastly different proximity of bird and vessel sometimes makes for apparently huge birds and new ways of seeing, as in the fotos of Julia Fullerton-Batten.
But sometimes birds distract me from my usual subject. Indulge me and take two minutes to watch this two-minute vimeo called “murmuration,” starting out with two girls in a canoe on a lake in Ireland. If you’ve already seen it, pass it along to someone.
Here’s another shot of an osprey I included here about two months ago, third foto from last. To me this one suggests bird on fish like surfer on board.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp. And seriously, if you didn’t watch that vimeo . . . it’ll make your day. Thanks to Maureen for sending it my way. To me, it rivals the amazingvirtualreal sequences in Avatar, the movie. Here’s another bird/water video.
Late tonight I anticipate strolling through Penn Station as part of my transit from work to sleep; usually I run, but on Halloween it means the parade has wound down and that all types of creatures will inhabit that transit ecolabyrinth. Halloween in New York and most places in the US produces a mix of the grotesque, macabre, sexy, and just plain bizarre. This post is intended to mirror the spectrum of the menagerie I expect to see tonight. Meanwhile, to see Halloween aboard MV Algolake, go to their Faceboook site.
Start with the raised Helen Parker, which capsized and sank off Manhattan earlier in the month. These fotos come thanks to Jerseycity Frankie. No one was physically hurt, although
feelings certainly suffered. Here’s more on the story.
Seatrout . . . here she be! I’ll bet they don’t serve smoked salmon on board.
In any parade, some costumes are simply unidentifiable by the uninitiated. Like this, which stands as a piece of post-industrial sculpture just behind the A&P in Bergen Point Bayonne, between Elco Boat Basin and the old Esso yard. Can anyone identify its former use? Speaking of the old Esso yard, here’s an old piece of British newsreel showing response and cleanup after a quite tragic June 1966 tanker collision and explosion there. Here’s the NTSB report.
Here’s a foto I took yesterday, tribute to the surprise pre-Halloween snowfall. APL Qatar was about to be backed down for departure for sea. More fotos of Qatar soon.
Finally, here’s another shot from the Lady Liberte parade. If you haven’t done so already, check out bowsprite’s reaction . . . at least . . . to this vessel being in town. ”Lightship” just doesn’t have the energy of the name for this class of vessel in some other languages: for example in Danish, it’s a fyrskib. See fyrskibs and much much more here.
Here’s last year’s Halloween post about a trip to Issuma. Issuma today is off Alaska after having sailed east to west across the Northwest Passage!! And I could have taken a leave and gone with . . . ah silly me.
Latest word on MV Algolake and the Great Lakes in general, looks like I’ll spend Thanksgiving with my sister in Michigan, after stopping briefly in Toledo and Detroit.
Would you believe that just north of the Conch Republic’s borders in Miami Beach, a new sport described as scull-vaults-palms has caught on? No . . . you wouldn’t believe that? Maybe the heat has addled my brain. Actually, the foto was taken looking down onto Indian Creek.
Parrotfish are quite colorful, even if viewed from outside the water. Anyone have experience with any of these “waterproof” cameras? I’m toying with #3. Associated with the non-finny parrot variety, Key West
has enjoyed this place not quite as long as this sign would indicate. US Route 1 has been around much longer. I used to drive this road from Massachusetts to Maine, avoiding it in summer, since up there, I associate the name with “tourist trap” congestion. But when you’re not in a hurry and want to see how one geoculture differs from the next,
the 2000-plus-mile road is the one to follow to here all the way from Fort Kent. The black-and-white sticker I’m holding here is for Capt. Joey’s Good Morning Gloucester, whose namesake town lies within 10 miles of Route 1 . . . close enough for me to consider just off the road.
I’ve long associated Key West with Jimmy Buffett; a new name I learned on this trip is David Wolkowsky, an important Buffett patron. As for “parrotthead” . . . I think it should be “pelicanhead,” given their relative population numbers in the Conch Republic . . .
Until I get an underwater camera and travel all the way back down Route 1, this will have to suffice as a foto of a ballyhoo, a newfavorite word from this trip; I like worldkid66‘s description of a school of ballyhoo in the last paragraph. Another “newfavorite” is
Fort Jefferson were mentioned by our tour guide: one island used as a cemetery for soldiers who died at the Fort was no longer there after a storm. What’s magical colors for us represented hell for 19th century soldiers sent there from northern states.
Click here for more background on the Conch Republic.
A new link on my blogroll is worldkid’s blog.
Unrelated: Read this in the context of budget cutting talks and weep. Anyone get a foto of these vessels as they make their way to the Texas scrap yard?
In case you think life has slowed me down in Key West, you’re somewhat right, but it’s been only 97 here, cooler than some places in the US and as cool as it is for my brothers in the snow belt of upstate New York.
A guide here kept referring to this vessel as a “chug” although I thought he said “tug.” Guess the story? See end of post.
Chickens roam everywhere and constant need to cross roads here in the Conch Republic, a micronation with its own passport, coin, and more. For a list of numerous other “micronations,” created as vehicles for agenda self-promotion, click here. As the so-called mayor of the “sixth boro,” I find the idea of declaring micronation status for the waters around NYC very exciting. Feedback?
Foto of Nav/Air 38 for Rod of Narragansett Bay Shipping . . . here in her usual setting.
Greetings to the crew of Yankee, built 1982 in Atlantic City. More Key West schooners . . . soon.
Behold Fort Jefferson, 70 miles west of Key West, 900 … east of Brownsville TX, 200 south of Tampa, and less than 100 north of Havana.
Here’s one way to get there at just under 30 mph. The Yankee name caught my attention… not because I live in NYC but because I used to live north of Cape Ann, MA, where a whale watching vessel refers to itself as part of the “Yankee fleet.” Well, same company has operated in both Key West and Gloucester. Furthermore, this vessel was built by Gladding Hearn of Somerset, MA, and the captain grew up in Hampton Beach, NH . . . where I lived back in the late 80s!! Gladding Hearn has built numerous ferries, pilot boats, and other vessels for the sixth boro.
Foto for Bonnie of frogma: you never told me Sebago had boats here!!
And for the unfrazzling bowsprite . . . herself galivanting where time gets forgotten, a foto of WPG-78 aka USS Mohawk, resplendent in gray and gray and gray, whose story reaffirms the point I tried to make the other day in reference to vessels in Mayport.
OK . . . back to the “chug.” The National Park rangers have decided to house this vessel, which was instrumental in getting Cuban refugees “dry-footed” onto US soil, at Fort Jefferson. “Chug” derives from the nise the automobile engine makes while the vessel is underway. chug-chug-chug . . . Too bad they didn’t keep this 1951 Chevy truckboat. Maybe Mel Fisher‘s crew will seek it out one of these days.
How’s about this for a once- and future-newspaper ad? How many years before this service gets re-established? Here’s a business idea: trips across the Florida Strait on replicas of Hemingway’s Pilar . . . on converted 1951 Chvy trucks and vintage Buicks? I bet it’ll happen.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp. More from the Conch Republic soon.
Oh, also, I hereby claim rights to any and all sixth-boro micronationalistic paraphernalia.
What a treat . . . swimming beneath the first summer full moon of 2011 in a new climate zone for me. No matter what other people call it, I’ll call it “gallivant and relax” moon.
The day before . . . at the mouth of the St. Johns River, a shrimper, one would hope carries more “swimmy-things” than birds, although there’s no guarantee. I love the two pelicans on the portside gear.
This is looking west here along the channel between Fisher Island (south) and Dodge Island, where the container port is located. Being here has forced me to look at and appreciate the development of greater Miami and Biscayne Bay in a whole new way . . . Venetian Islands?!@!#!!
Fisher Island, named for an automotive tycoon –still possibly the most exclusive neighborhood in the USA–has its own ferry system.