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Here’s a collage of images as my last roundup 2013 post:
a half dozen working tugboats and a covered barge as seen looking east from the Second Street Bridge,
a swimmer in the water either doing a northern style Richard Halliburton re-enactment or setting out to do an underwater survey mission as the lock is –unbeknownst to her–about to open,
(For more complete info on what’s going on here with the swimmer, check this post by bubbling-blowing bowsprite.)
my possible future employer shoehorning an Eriemax passenger vessel into the first lock in the flight,
waterdogs go fishing,
a Dutch barge,
Urger dried out for some emergency surgery along
with Tappan Zee II,
Eighth Sea and Bill’s exercise machine,
the pilot’s understanding of the pushoff contest,
and in Troy, some public art designed to assist memory . . . the Soldier’s and Sailor’s Monument with goddess Columbia blowing her horn high above Troy, as seen from Tug44.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp. See you in Waterford in 2014, I hope.
A week ago, I posted this foto (last one scrolling through) and asked where it was taken. Answer is Brazil. And the relationship to this foto is what? Buchanan 12 was built 1972 in Louisiana, but the black ship in the foreground handmade with woods such as olanje, jaquera, pau oleo . . .
was built in Brasil about 50 miles southwest of Salvador. It’s a replica of Niña as seen from . .. Pinta. Both hurried through Manhattan earlier this week on their way here in Newburgh until this Sunday.
Next stop is then Rochester, NY (click for schedule) . . . which means unstepping the masts and traversing the Erie Canal via Oswego. From there it’s the Great Lakes and ultimately the Mississippi.
Pinta was launched in 2005 from the same shipyard in Brasil, about 1/3 larger to accommodate school groups. Here I quote from the site: both vessels were built by the Assis de Santana family, who have built wooden vessels there for eight generations using 15th century “Mediterranean Whole Moulding [techniques] with mechanically generated geometric progressions known as graminhos. Shipwrights were using traditional tools, such as axes, adzes, hand saws and chisels, as well as utilizing traditional construction methods; and finally, the tropical forests of Bahia provided a source for the various naturally-shaped timbers necessary to build a large wooden ship. ” This makes me think of Onrust upriver.
The catalyst for this project, John Patrick Sarsfield, has a tragic ending.
A few weeks ago Bounty was up this way. From the dock in Newburgh looking south as Buchanan 12 pushes her hundreds of truckloads of crushed stone, you can see Bannermans Castle, marking the northern end of the Hudson Highlands. Here is another “ghosts” post I did about Bannermans about five years ago.
When I was in high school upstate, I had to read this novel about drums . . and history.
Now imagine this interior monologue . . . our speaker doesn’t read much . . . he works and then goes to the river to fish with his best friend the bottle . . . a riverine Rip van Winkle. He slings in some bait, he dozes, he hears an approaching engine . . . and he sees this!
He shuts and reopens his eyes . . . and it’s closer. He rubs his eyes . . . and it’s still there. He flings the cursed bottle into . . . nearest recycling bin (of course), swears to mend his dissolute ways, and runs along the bank yelling “OMG!! It’s a Douglas F3D Skynight!!” He just happens to “favorite” that aircraft of all the ones ever developed . . . because of having built a model of one as a boy.
OMFG!! He has no idea, and all the life-remedying he’d promised minutes ago . . . is in danger. He turns and walks back to where moments before he had enjoyed the bliss of fishing along the Mohawk. He stopped once and
To be serious, the wonderful fotos above come compliments of Don Rittner, of the Onrust project, about which I did many posts a few years back. Here are a few representative Onrust links: 2010, September 2009 (see the last foto), May 2009, and 2008. Use the search window to find many more. Last foto is by Will Van Dorp.
The aircraft –a Skynight, a Mig-15, and a Supermarine Scimitar–have migrated from Intrepid Museum, which needs to make room for the Shuttle display, to ESAM, an upstate aerosciences museum. The blue tugboats have all appeared here before; in order they are Empire, Cheyenne, and Caitlin Ann.
In less than half day from this writing, March will arrive. Since I hope for t-shirt mildness by end of March, I’m counting on the month to arrive . . . like a large feline: lion plus whatever synergy comes from compounding with year of the Tiger. (For the record, the tiger portion of that synergy frightens me most.) As peace offering then, I dedicate this post to the large felines. The foto of Sea Lion below comes from 2006; I haven’t seen this 1980 tug in a while. Anyone explain?
Feline connection with Half Moon? Some of the hawses, like these two, are
framed by red felines . .. line lions, I suppose?
Onrust has as figurehead a growling lion today, but this foto from a year ago shows the about-to-hatch beast pre-blond, actually natural wood tones. More Onrust soon.
Growler . .. that could be a lion reference.
Eagle Boston, escorted by McAllister Responder, shows registry as Singapore, from the Malay Singapura meaning “Lion City,” although the namesake was probably a tiger, not a lion at all. So we should call that nation Tigrapura?
From the platbodem armada headed north on the Hudson last summer, farther is Danish Naval Frigate Thetis, but nearer sailing vessel is Pieternel, registered in the Dutch town of Beneden-Leeuwen (Lower Lion).
And thanks to my poor eyesight, it’s easy to see the lettering on the Evergreen vessel forward here of Tasman Sea as Ever Feline. Can’t you make it out? Squint a bit and it’s skewed as daylight . .. Ever Feline, also registered in Tigrapura.
All fotos by will Van Dorp, who’s hoping for t-shirt weather and a dip off Coney Island in exactly 31 days. Anyone care to join in . . . a Patty Nolan bikini?
is actually a euphemism for “catching up,” which is all that’s on my plate today. Like a month ago, I intended to put up a link to a west coast tugboat blog. So here it is: fremonttugboat.
Otherwise, this post comes from scrolling back through fotos I’ve taken (and not used, I think) since late spring 2009. Try it yourself: Put up your number of images (your fotos, else’s, your drawings, else’s) and comment on their place in your life. Go back your chosen length of time, et voila, you have your very own retrospective!
Communication: nothing fancy here as the deck keeps eye on work and skipper while the skipper pokes head out the window to see and hear. Makes for clear communication, without which we in any endeavor face peril.
Community: it takes a strong bond between several rivertowns and watersheds to build a boat. If I squint, I see this motely corps of volunteers literally carrying Onrust to the water on their shoulders. Ok, I squint hard.
Contentment: or “peace” if you will. What matters it that this man is sitting where he finds it; it matters not that he’s across from a huge oil depot and a dredged waterway allowing ingress and egress for dozens of billions of dollars or ducats of goods each year. Here he is content. Like someone I know who spent weeks living beside refinery and tolerating it by imagining the hiss and roar emanated from a pristine jungle waterfall.
Charm: the Hudson River Valley happens to be a place of profound beauty and it mesmerizes me. But the eye of the beholder generates a portion of that charm. Open eyes will find it anywhere and in everything. A resident of this Valley published THAT BOOK on this date in 1851 . Know which one? Answer at end.
Curiosity: the sixth boro is a complex place geographically, historically, … you or I could continue this list. Here, like anywhere, it seems the more you notice, the less time remains to wonder about all the new things. What is this cove called over just north of Fresh Kills? Writing on vessels from foreground to back say RTC1, Crow, Relentless, and Cedar Marina. Does a road lead here?
More curiosity: What is this vessel that traversed to the north in front of Bowsprite’s cliff this summer? What cargo did it transport? What time warp did it emerge from?
Craziness: since writing about faces as prompted by the Robert brothers tome, I’ve had a blast with this. This one . . . an orange boar (not bore) with tusks in place of dolly partons. May some craziness–and a sense of humor about it– be evident everywhere.
Constancy: 1965 Near the St. Lawrence Seaway my father took this foto of a 13-year-old who became tugster. I was already out tracking down info for the yet-to-be blog back then, way before blogs, digital cameras, computers of the ilk we know. Some stuff doesn’t change. Shouldn’t disappear.
It’s unrealistic to stop after a half dozen fotos, but . . . discipline is imposed.
My last post fer a while . . .gone fishing for something. See you in a few with new tales. Sindbad calls us to muster. I tried unsuccessfully to find a Gordon Bok video-version of this, but this and this . . . a nice innocent feel too.
All fotos, except the ones by bowsprite and my father, by Will Van Dorp.
My sentiments of more than two years ago amuse me here, and “full frontal” isn’t even really. So in connection with a project I’m considering, here’s really fully frontally. Let’s start with HNLMS Tromp. Now in those twin radomes, I see teddy bear’s ears.
BNS Lobelia is harder to read.
Of all the vessels in the Standing NATO Mine Countermeasures Group 1 (SNMCMG1), the most unusual was HNoMS Rauma. Ever-reliable Jed sends these links here and here on vessel and hull design Although Rauma traversed the Atlantic with the rest of the group, she seems marginally seaworthy. But what do I know? For all the SNMCMG1 vessels, visit Bowsprite.
Peacemaker . . spider be-webbed?
Crow, (1963, Brooklyn, NY!) as seen at the bulkhead in Waterford last Saturday.
Evening Mist, (1976, Houma, LA), big square house.
Gulf Service, 1979, Amelia, LA) taller, hourglass houses.
And this circles us back to Tromp, here following the egg-shaped Onrust, (2009, Rotterdam Junction, NY), featured many times on this blog.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who leaves soon for Kingston for . . .
“Kingston Waterfront on the weekend of September 19-20. From noon to 6 p.m. both days, the WOW (Working on Water) event includes a tugboat bootcamp, trolley rides, lighthouse tours, sea shanty singers and more including “wandering tug geezers” and a “Working Hudson Picture Show.” The event is funded by the Ulster County Quadricentennial Commission, NYS assemblymember Kevin Cahill, the City of Kingston Quadricentennial Committee, and the Historic Kingston Waterfront Revival (Robert Iannucci and Sonia Ewers). For more information, check out the website here [www.workingonwater.org]. Meanwhile, from noon to 7 p.m. on September 19 at Cornell Park, which is located on Wurts Street, there’s a free outdoor drum music festival. Jack Dejohnette, the famed jazz drummer who played with jazz greats such as Miles Davis, and Jerry Marotta, who has played with Peter Gabriel and the Indigo Girls, among others, are scheduled to perform” as quoted from the http://www.ci.kingston.ny.us/
“Working Hudson Picture Show . .. ” OOps! That’s me. Gotta run. I’ll be at the Picture Show collecting ghost stories. If you got one, tell it to my video camera, please?
So here is most of the rest of the fleet. Of course, Half Moon was the flagship, the raison d’etre of the event. Following behind is Onrust, its first season teaching history. Use the search window to find more on both. For a creative-nonfiction account of Henry Hudson’s journey channeled across 400 years, click here.
Tjalk Hoop en Vertrouwen (Hope and Trust, Confidence) dates from 1913!
Check out the four rows of reef points in the sail!
Lemsteraak LE89 dates from 2005. Partly obscured is Windroos, the hoogaars from 1925.
Check out the crew shirts that read “Touch of Dutch.”
Ommeswaaij is a Lemsteraak from 1995.
First in this pack is the tjalk De Tijd zal t Leeren (Time Will Learn It), dating from 1912.
All in all it was a lovely parade. Standing on Pier 84 I was moved to tears, especially during the gun salute as I heard background chatter mostly in my mother tongue. Given all the preparation that went into these festivities, I have a complaint: the outermost portion of that pier has been incomplete for some time. Almost finished but NOT. That outer portion would also have been the best platform for fotos, which a lot of people recognized to be true. Since no signs prohibited access, a few dozen folks stepped over the fence and started snapping fotos and cheering friends and relatives–yes, relatives–on the boats. Until various authorities arrived, threatening $100 fines. It troubled me to hear threats used against tourists who might have marginal control of English.
My question is . . . why is this decking work not complete in time to be used for such high-profile events as this. After all, less than 300 feet away were the Mayor, the US Secretary of State, and the Crown Prince and Princess of the Netherlands?
And when a certain boat blocked these fotografers, some of them were unhappy, especially that tall guy, arms akimbo.
And what view was this certain boat blocking . . . you ask? Check this out!! And please finish the pier decking! I’ll even volunteer to help with the installation.
I have a request: certain folks would like the opportunity to photograph and sketch these classic and exotic boats in all their lush detail. There is a viewing scheduled on Governors Island on Sunday, but the time is short. Also, might there be a back-up time if –say–it rains? For specifics on each of the Dutch boats, click here.
Arms akimbo-guy . . . oh, that’s tugster.
All fotos except the last two by Will Van Dorp. The last two come from Bernard Ente. Thank you!
E . . . enigmas. I encounter many in my daily walkabout. Although I understand what happens if I don’t pay bills and what to do when I see a fury of red lights in my rear view mirror AND I understand “No” or “Oui” or “Sayonara” or their opposites, I rub shoulders and bump heads with lots of enigmas. Sometimes I fail to understand my boss, my best friends, certainly the parrot living in my house, and even myself. But if I had another life to live, I’d make it my business early on to understand engines. My brother works on truck diesels and seems just to love them. Some of you know tugboat engines well, but then others of you have never seen one.
This is the block of an engine that once powered a 150 . . . or so foot tanker that sank; it was salvaged and will someday provide parts for a repurposed work vessel that might just catch your eye in the sixth boro one of these years.
Decreasing in size seems to decrease the enigmatic value of engines for me; this relatively small Deere diesel powers Onrust when it moving without wind power.
I’m guessing the huge block just behind the crewman in the center of the foto is a transmission rather than an engine; the block along with the assembly and head supported by the gigantic chain all submerge when this dredge assembly is lowered into its work environment, the bedrock beneath the sixth boro. For a charming watercolor of the business end of this unit done in boiled crawdad red, see Bowsprite‘s latest here.
Having called engines enigmatic doesn’t of course preclude my using them. Something I really don’t understand is computers and the internet and cell phones and flip cameras . . . and yet . . . (Double click on a foto here and it enlarges; I learned that today with ZeeBart’s help.) If you know stuff about these or other engines, please share. If you’ve a lot to say and fotos to go with, email me and you can do a guest post . . . fame and glory and big bucks . . . maybe even. Otherwise, engine room beauty shots . . . please send them. From Steve, see the world’s largest diesel (maybe) here: 89′ long by 44′ high and generating up to 108,000 horsepower.
If you’ve never seen the engine room of a tugboat before, would you have expected a “white room?”
One things these fotos don’t represent is the deafening noise, but one of these days soon, I’m going to learn how to make these fotos talk and roar and maybe even sing in French. Eh bien! Till then, check out this tour of Moran tug Cape Cod‘s engine room.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Let’s backtrack . . . is it only a month ago, less than a month ago, that Onrust launched? Its inaugural trip down to the sixth boro and back evidence that Onrust the restless has reincarnated. On that launch day, as Onrust settled to its level, tug Waterford and SPS-60 (in the distance) stood by. Onrust‘s Deere engine waited patiently here, mere hours from propelling the sculpted oak through water for the first time.
Tug Waterford has–like Governor Cleveland–a modern Caterpillar diesel, although I know nothing about the specs for either.
Waterford arrived first on the launch site that morning dragging quite a puddening, like a grass skirt and elongated breadfruit or durians?
SPS-60 (self-propelled scow) moved in with its crew of at least five, but
not until it spun its stern toward me did I see this blue box and tube.
Clearly it drove the scow, propelled it into position next to Onrust, but I had little sense of the “heavy duty outboard” until the next day when I stopped at the dry dock in Lyons.
Older model maybe or rival manufacturer? But no one there could tell me the name. Of course, the only people
around were state highway workers.
Then last week I found my answer from the captain of Governor Cleveland: Thrustmaster . . . er Thustmaster of Texas. Check out the company link here. How’s that for a corporate name?
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Unrelated: “Unusual” is the mildest adjective to describe Saturday’s Mermaid Parade. Drive, swim, subway, cycle . . . come any way you wish . . . you won’t regret it.
I still find it strange to call this Day 5 of River Day: I’d feel better calling it hours 97 through 120 of the Day. Regardless, Day 5 ended in the former capital of the state of New York, a city today of 22,000. Saying Kingston lies about 80 miles north of the Battery does not address how different it feels from New York City. And yet this brings up Heraclitus: No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man. In other words, the water in Kingston today will flow through the sixth boro maybe only a few dozen hours later, so . . . by my own fuzzy logic, Kingston could be considered part of the sixth boro. Here’s Cornell and Governor Cleveland, equally at home in Kingston’s Rondout Creek here or the Upper Bay of NYC.
From a distance, the Day 5 flotilla looks similar to other days, a stretched out procession impossible to photograph well in its entirety. From a different perspective, I wonder whether during the upriver trip of the Half Moon 400 years ago, canoes may have accompanied it for parts of the way: use your imagination here to transform fiberglass runabouts to canoes. The shore here may appear today as it did in Hudson’s day.
Onrust, Governor Cleveland, and John J. Harvey are in this procession for the duration,
as is Clearwater, here with the sloop Woody Guthrie.
More Woody Guthrie soon, I promise. By the way, the singer Woody used to live on Mermaid Avenue in Coney Island, location of the mermaid parade NEXT weekend! That’s cutter Ridley in the background, named for a turtle!
Meet Owl, who came to greet. Anyone help with info on Owl?
So did a host of small steamers, a unique throwback to an earlier Kingston.
Also, this cabin cruiser sports an exotic propulsion system: an outboard clamped onto the swim platform; now that’s something you’d never seen 80 miles to the south.
The same is true for Willi Bohrmann. More Willi fotos tomorrow.
Even the wildlife came along the creek, as had deer of 100 generations earlier when Hudson first sailed in.
Thanks to Jeff for this concluding foto for today: a cyclopean tugster happily perched on tugboat Cornell.
All fotos except the last one here by Will Van Dorp.
For a different take on the end of Day 5 of River Day, see Old Salt here.