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Some backstory on Bebedouro and juice tankers in general can be read here. Today was as cloudy as the last time we met was sunny, but for me Bebe pierces any gloomy or doomy day.
Miriam Moran and Brendan Turecamo must have the same attraction to this Brazilian morsel, given how they pursue.
Bebedouro herself has traveled over 58,000 nautical miles since April 1, moving the divine southern juice from Brazil to Rotterdam and Newark.
Scroll through this post for more info on juice tanker technology.
Citrus Products Inc operates a facility over in Port Newark where Bebe and her sisters
deposit their cargo.
Note the ferry Islander on the left side of the foto.
All fotos taken by Will Van Dorp, this morning.
This foto, and some others here, comes thanks to Xtian, who had a question about a model he’s building a few weeks ago. I hope someone can help. This drydock foto shows Abeille Liberté , which assisted in the salvage of MSC Napoli five years back. I’m guessing this is irrelevant, but “abeille” is the French word for “bee,” as in … the critter that makes honey and stings. This hull is nothing if not sweet yet efficient. As of this writing, Abeille Liberté is at the dock in Cherbourg.
fits that description. Here’s what Birk and Harold had to say about her. I got this foto Sunday, and the turbine WAS spinning.
Abeille Flandre is based east of Marseille in Toulon.
Here’s another of the same size and mission: Abeille Languedoc. As of this writing Abeille Languedoc is docked in Boulogne-sur-Mer, just west of the Calais/Dover crossing point in the Channel.
Finally, from Xtian, Baltic Warrior–built in
Poland West Germany* in 1964– towing a disabled Eleousa Trikoukiotisa to Malta, where she remains. As of this writing, Baltic Warrior is docked in Ramsgate. * means see Xtian’s comment. Baltic Warrior was originally Bugsier 26; here’s Bugsier (Hamburg)’s current fleet.
does Buchanan 12. Given that Buchanan 12 often pushes a half dozen or more stone scows, I’d could easily squint and tell myself she’s pushing Swinburne Island closer to New Jersey.
All fotos by either Herrou Xtian or Will Van Dorp.
Abeille International is a division of Boubon International. Here’s their fleet.
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.
Le vie navigabili . . . is what you could call “sesto borgo” or “the sixth boro.” And it’s navigated by creatures small as these canadagoslings,
Say hello to 3/4 of the painting crew on Pegasus last Saturday. Vote daily for Pegasus here–so that she might benefit from a huge grant of $250,000–and
starting from THIS weekend, come and visit Pegasus on board at Pier 25 in the boro called Manhattan. The schedule now calls for Pegasus to leave this “canale” within the sixth boro tomorrow . . . Thursday, pick up Lehigh Valley 79, and move back over to Pier 25. In reference to the canales di venezia, Pegasus would look good exploring there . . . By the way, here’s a log of Pegasus’ last visit to the drydock for work.
Parting shot . . a foto of Pegasus leaving the tour dock in Yonkers 11 months ago.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
By the way, the tugboat shown most completely in the 4th foto is the 1943 46.5′ Linda G. I don’t know where she was built. Pegasus is 96′ and 1907-built in Baltimore. The goslings, hatch of 2012, were about 4″ long.
Yesterday’s post featured a dredge that vacuums diamonds off the seabed. I’d thought this remained mostly still the stuff of Jules Verne, but here’s a fairly recent assessment from the Economist, a half-decade-old article from Der Spiegel, and a southern African treasure trove of several sorts. Dredging in the sixth boro allows trade worth billions to proceed in orderly fashion and without . . . groundings. Here MSC Emma heads southbound out of Newark Bay and toward the Bayonne Bridge, KVK, and … the Atlantic. Notice the tallest building in NYC (as of today) about seven miles away in distant Manhattan across the peninsula of Bayonne.
For outatowners, check out the lower left of the AIS screen capture below; doubleclick enlarges. See Elizabethport? Move toward the right along the bottom . . . see Kraken? The foto above was taken roughly where Maurania III appears. Now move across Bayonne toward the upper right and you’ll see lower Manhattan, where 1WTC is located. The sinuous body of water along the lower center of the image is the KVK, the west end of which is crossed by the Bayonne Bridge, which you’ve seen at the top of this blog since post #1.
Below is the backhoe dredge Capt. A. J. Fournier, represented by the lowermost left magenta diamond. Elizabethport’s St. Patrick’s Church is in the background between Capt AJ’s spuds, which appear of different heights because one is implanted in a deeper portion of the channel than its mate.
And all this dredging relates to all the digging down in Panama.
Unrelated: Note the new button . . . upper left. Tug Pegasus (1907) and Waterfront Museum Barge aka Lehigh Valley 79 (1914) have teamed up in a grant application for $$ for preservation work each vessel needs. As a component of the decision-making about who gets the $$, Partners in Preservation have a “socialmedia-meter” running from now until May 21. To help Pegasus and Lehigh Valley 79 register high on this “meter,” you can do two things from wherever on the planet you may be: 1) befriend them on Facebook and get dozens of your friends to befriend them as well, and 2) vote DAILY here. DAILY! Seems like a crazy way to run an election, but . . . that’s social media and in this case, the cause is worthy.
Here’s the Facebook link. For some background on Pegasus and its captain Pam Hepburn, watch this great video from almost 20 years ago. And you must watch this. . . a video made last week in which Pam and David explain their project . . . most compelling.
There always needs to be a first time, for everything. Maria J (ex-Jesus Saves) did it for me . . .
my passing from innocence to experience. I picked the day, bridge dedication plus 80 years with vivid bridge shadow on the water. Land in the distance is Elizabeth, NJ; point on right is Bergen Point . . . a section of Bayonne, NJ that once was a farm of tanks . . . an orchard if you prefer.
Zim Virginia was the first ship
Happy dedication day! If you missed the link to the pdf published by the Port Authority upon the 75th anniversary, click here. Great vintage pics. If you missed the diagram of the planned approximately 80′ raising of the roadbed, click here.
All foto by Will Van Dorp.
For me it starts here . . . in Kennesaw, Georgia. No . . . not the Passaic River . . but my interest in visiting Paterson, NJ, which I did last Saturday. And I got there from Manhattan, by train, in 44 minutes. But I digress: three years ago in Kennesaw–visiting family at Christmas, I was talked into visiting a Civil War museum that featured this locomotive. In the fine print, I read that it was built at Paterson’s Rogers Locomotive and Machine Works, which I’d never heard of.
Behold the totally freshwater wild Passaic, only about 20 miles from the sixth boro! This view is less than a mile’s walk from the Paterson passenger rail stop.
I’d heard people ridicule the Great Falls, but judge for yourself. I took this foto from an arched steel walkway with wooden treads, so icy Saturday morning from a glaze of spray that froze that I skated my way across. Shangri-la in Paterson!!
Here’s a shot from below the Falls. Just to the left of the foto is the power house, where water power gushes through raceways to turn the turbines that powered this birthplace of American industry. Besides
manufacturing 12,000 locomotives, factories within a quarter mile made the seminal revolver called Colt Paterson and a certain engine called J-5 Wright Whirlwind that ran on a “spirited” 33.5-hour flight.
The Paterson museum houses not one but two early Holland subs, both inside now after some years outdoors (one of them) and at the bottom on the Passaic (the other).
I currently work in Elizabeth, NJ, on the Arthur Kill. Today there appears widespread amnesia about Elizabeth’s connection with subs, but 95 years ago, folks there made quite the ceremony to honor Holland.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp. And guess who visits Paterson today? Salazar. Maybe he’ll have time to take a boat ride from there down to the sixth boro?
Imagine Great Falls after Irene’s dump? See it here.
Elapsed time from the first to last foto in this batch is five minutes . . . what it takes to travel from the Erie Lackawanna terminal south to the old NJ Central Railroad Station. Know what this gray vessel is? Doubleclick enlarges.
For a sense of what the Jersey City waterfront looked like a half century ago, see wavz13′s fantastic set of flickr fotos here. The yellowish cube on the right side of the foto (stern of vessel) is a Holland Tunnel ventilator. A matching vent on the Manhatan side of the river can be seen on wavz13′s foto.
All these fotos come compliments of bowsprite; I’ve always felt blessed to have her eyes on the sixth boro at times and in places mine are not.
Carrying the Hyatt here is LCU-2011 Chickhominy, the number NOT indicative of the year of launch/delivery, which was late September 1990.
Click here for close-ups of the vessel.
Where it was headed that day–mid-September I don’t know. My guess is that it started in West Point, but that’s just a guess. Google shows it in various places along the Atlantic seaboard in the early months of 2011.
Some of you asked what became of the faux sidewheeler that had been beside Binghamton. Here’s a foto I took in June. In July it was still this way.
Note the row of clerestory windows above the coverings on the top deck of the real Binghamton. They serve to backlight
the above ovoid on some old google maps and lots of shoreside constructs with (to newcomers) an implusible Binghamton in the name: Binghamton Raquetball, Binghaton Deli, Binghamton Plaza, Binghamton Estates . . . .
No phantasmagoria today, just the cold hard facts, or in this case . . . the wet, crumbling ones: exploring Binghamton felt like visiting a hospice. Hopes to see what remained in the engine room were dashed halfway down the companionway below the main deck. Nasty cafe au lait post-Irene river water, at least five feet of it at this point, barred the way. It didn’t seem a heathy or productive place to snorkel.
In this section of the menu, I love the last sentence of the fifth paragraph: ”She took the population of the eastern United States eight times around the world,” and she did so without leaving that section of the river between Barclay Street pier (now no more) and Hoboken. Fotos of Binghamton at work can be found in Railroad Ferries of the Hudson: and stories of a deckhand by Baxter and Adams, which I highly recommend.
The craziness of the internet where nothing dies is illustrated by this restaurant review of Binghamton. Wonder what would happen if you called that number to make a reservation.
name I’ve heard, I can’t recall it. (Note: thanks to Les, pantograph gates, they are.)
On the floor of the main deck . . . lay this 3′ x 4′ foto of an unidentified happy couple from maybe not even that long ago who chose this vehicle to take them to “that other side . . ,” a foto soon to be obliterated by . . . the river and time.