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Vermont Sail Freight . . . south bound. Click here for their ports of call and dates. More fotos courtesy of Fred Wehner.
I’m eager to see them with masts stepped and sails billowing.
If anyone wishes to contribute fotos of the vessel making her way south and calling at ports headed south, please get in touch.
Whatzit?!! in the background with the classy leeboards. In the foreground, of course, it’s the world-infamous tug44, and in its own lair near the hideaway of Fred, in the north country approximately 200 miles north of the sixth boro.
It’s the sailing freighter Ceres, a moving cornucopia of all things edible, sixth boro bound
with auxiliary power for the Canals, where sailing is not an option.
Here Ceres exits Lock C-7.
At the tiller, it looks like Steve Schwartz, whose inimitable idea of a figurehead appears in foto 8 here affixed to sloop Woody Guthrie.
Much appreciation to Fred Wehner for all fotos here. Fair winds to Ceres.
This week in NYC is referred to as UN Week, and I’m guessing this unusual USCG vessel has something to do with that. Anyone identify what it is?
Another USCG vessel.
And last but not least . . . Albany’s brand spankin’ new fireboat.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
I’d love to find more fotos like this, illustrating a line I’ve heard repeatedly, as variation on . . . “NYC used to have huge pier fires.” The smoke here might be wafting over from a NJ pier fires. I’d also like to hear more about the general perception of piers at that time.
My take is that emphasis in fighting the fires was on containing them, ensuring that they didn’t spread inland. Piers, aka covered short term warehouses, were transitioning into oblivion or another life as containerization began to supplant break bulk cargo and moved out of these areas of the sixth boro and airplanes supplanted ocean liners. Pier maintenance slipped and fires of a range of causes broke out.
I’ve heard people say . . . fires burned for weeks.
(I’ve used this foto before.) In some cases . . . in NYC and elsewhere . . . retail areas were built.
The rest of these fotos are from September 2013. Retail buildings, parks and residences, businesses sprang up and continue to. And one of those places, Pier 17 on the East River side of Manhattan is transitioning again. Bravo to the Demanes for holding out, as Howard Hughes promises to “re-energize” the area.
Pier 57 on the Hudson River side is the venue for a similar makeover. What was just a plan a few months back is happening now.
Here’s the interior of Pier 57 a few days ago.
You might recall the Nomadic Museum not far from here . . . nine years ago already.
OK, this is a wandering post. Partly, I wanted to tell a story I heard last week from someone who fought these pier fires thirty years ago. He related that one aspect of fighting these fires was removing “fuel.” In some cases what would burn in these long-smoldering blazes was cargo, which would be pushed into the river. His example was clothing, mens’ dress shirts. Into the river whole skids of them would go. And then, as soon as was possible, many would be fished out . . . because to let them sink would just add to the pollution in the harbor and be wasteful. I don’t know how common this would be, and I know nothing of the attitude of the merchandise owners or insurers . . . The piers were then a very different world.
Thanks to Seth for sharing these fotos. My apologies if I’ve rendered any story inaccurately. I’d love to see more of this type of foto and hear more stories.
. . . well, only one day of it, and she’s been around for over 30,000 days. These fotos, shared by Al Trojanowicz, were likely taken on July 4, 2000. This date should be easy enough to verify, given the sailing vessel along the left side of the foto . . . Wavertree with sail bent on. Anyone know the tug escorting her?
Bertha . . . tied alongside Harvey! I’d first thought this was near Chelsea Piers, but I’ve been corrected . . . it’s at the old fireboat house, Marine Co. 6, at the foot of Grand Street in Manhattan just south of the Williamsburg Bridge. Thanks for the correction, Al. Here’s a link to the fireboat locations in the 1960s. And here are some great vintage fireboat fotos and info.
Bertha underway . . . with a hint of Wavertree on the far side of the NY Waterways vessel.
Might the tug in the distance be Pegasus?
And given the date, the Domino plant just beyond the Williamsburg Bridge might still have been in operation.
I hope to share more of Bertha‘s past, but the indiegogo fund raiser is critical for getting Bertha back into the water and sailing into the future. Click on the “save Bertha” link upper left.
Many thanks to Al Trojanowicz for sharing these fotos.
Today . . . as time constricts . . . just vessels, mostly under way, like Frances, at the confluence.
Govr. Cleveland and Eighth Sea, locking and swaying.
Eighth Sea, stopping at Rusty Anchor to lubricate a wobbly shaft . . . it was rumored.
I’m out of my depth here.
Kathleen Turecamo and Dean Reinauer, about to move RTC 106 downstream to the sixth boro.
Govr. Cleveland passing the scrap dock.
Herbert P. Brake pushing HR-Bass downstream. Crosby colors?
Benjamin Elliot at the Troy wall.
Gowanus Bay approaching the Troy lock.
Margot making a grand entrance.
Tender #3 near the Roundup.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who feels quite the time crunch right now.
First, and I quote, the roundup “began in 1999 as a way to preserve and promote the maritime industrial heritage of the State Canal System….” Many thanks to the sponsors and the volunteers. Thanks to the town for their “hawsepitality” (That’s Jed’s newly minted term.) which brings about 25,000 people to a Saratoga County town of fewer than 10,000.
What light is this illuminating the Second Avenue Bridge between the town and Peebles Island? And what is the kayaker . . .
and all these others looking at . . .
while bathed in varying light?
Waterford’s pyrotechnics are unusual because the geography makes you feel them. There’s light, sound, and some serious concussion, and that’s all one thing, singular. And the only thing I like more than watching the explosive colors is to see what they illuminate. . . like Mame Faye and the glassy water–after an almost shower–at the confluence of the Erie Canal and the Hudson River.
Scroll through here for my video of the show four years ago.
I’m awed by the power and flash reflected in this fresh water. Click here for my fotos from the first roundup I attended seven years ago.
And then it’s morning and time to clean up, check
the condition on the barge, move
the tow to a place where the ebris can be offloaded, and
send in the underwater inspection expert.
For that underwater inspection of prop and flanking rudders . . . that’s tomorrow’s post.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who needs to get to his paying job.
Here’s a fireworks post I did a little over a year ago.
Does “shiny” help you beat away the blues? My first thought upon seeing this boat was that it might be made by the same folks who designed the stern of a Citroen DS. Any guesses on the price you’d pay to buy this 44′ runabout?
Some folks cruise slowly,
and other go so fast I couldn’t make out the name.
Here’s a Texas-flagged Refuge on the Hudson.
I could see getting this for some professional development.
And many thanks to Mage, very frequent commenter on this blog. Mage beats the hot weather blues by going down to see the ships, as she did here on the pier to see USS Midway. Click here to see more boat pics Mage took recently.
All fotos–except the one of Mage and cousin–by Will Van Dorp.
The race may last for less than 10 minutes for (most) boats, but each participant spends hours before and after. Here, using the power of thousands of conceptual horses and one very real donkey, all four vessels in Miller contingent make their way upriver.
At Pier 66, crew on deck and crew below start them up.
For boats that arrive on the scene early, Red Hook may have come straight from a job delivering bunker to Norwegian Breakaway, there’s time for what might look like lollygagging, and
(in these next two shots from William Hyman) saluting the spectators or just
being seen. Does Seagus have another name?
But it’s also getting acquainted time.
Some regulars didn’t show, and other vessels arrived that I’d never seen before.
I had to look up South River Rescue Squad attending the Great North River race . . .
Somewhere in the attractively dressed race day crew on Jake-boat Resolute are two of the principals of tugboatinformation.com . . . hi Birk and Craig, as well as the force majeure aka Rod behind Narragansett Bay Shipping.
This kayaker stays well out of the stream.
The white bowstriped vessel–Lt. Michael P. Murphy– in the distance won the prize for persistence, finishing the course in a historic half an hour . . . spending most of that time doing a mid-race-course onboard repair.
Despite forecasts of storms–and rain north of the GW Bridge–the only lightning I saw was here and
thunder from the crowds on the piers. That’s the intrepid bowsprite showing us her drawing/painting arm.
Spectators took advantage of any platform.
More soon. Thanks to William Hyman for his fotos, especially the one of an exuberant W. O. Decker, which I featured hard at work using Seth Tane fotos from over 30 years ago here. Click here for John Huntington’s superb fotos from a wet place in the race . . ..
Again, my hat’s off to all who must work on Labor Day, including my son, who always works holidays for the higher hourly rate. And if you’re inclined, read what Paul Krugman has to say about Labor Day.
Uh . . . what’s this?
It’s Buddy, living breathing braying hoof-beglittered mascot of Debora Miller. If you’ve never been to the New York’s race, there’s a best mascot category. In the past there’ve been . . . dogs, hermit crabs, even a chicken . . . but Buddy redefines the contest.
With the threat of rain, someone made a wise decision and advanced the start of the race. Here Resolute, Catherine Miller, Tasman Sea, and Red Hook move toward the starting line . . . feted by now-retired 1931 fireboat John J. Harvey.
Foto thanks to William Hyman . . . the line up.
And at 10:29:30 . . . they’re off . . . with 1930 wooden tug W. O. Decker taking an early and easy lead!!
45 seconds later . . . W. O. Decker has dropped back.
Here’s they are 15 seconds later.
John J. Harvey is not a tug, but to see the speed out of this octogenarian . . . was humbling. An engineer toiling away in the engine room later told me all four engines were driving propulsion.
The red tug–Resolute–went on to win, although I don’t yet have the official times. I could have written them down, but I was far too busy applauding and taking fotos.
And here’s the crowd at the finish line.
Part B tomorrow. Thanks to William Hyman for foto 4. All others by Will Van Dorp.
Many thanks to Glen Miller of Miller’s Launch for my ride this year.
Unrelated and almost forgot: Here’s a query from Jeff S, a frequent commenter on this blog: he saw a “very weather beaten wooden sailing vessel (hull) at the Jersey end of the Goethels Bridge, about 65-70 foot long , two deck cabins and a bowsprit.” It was parked in the oversize lot waiting to cross the Bridge when traffic gets light. Anyone have an idea what this may be?