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Actually that title captures 98% of this blog’s +1800 posts. And just as elsewhere in Gotham or anywhere else, so on the sixth boro what work you see depends entirely on your station. And my station this particular day was Tchefuncte River’s Equitable Equipment‘s hull # 1428, delivered in August 1966 as Red Star Towing‘s New Haven. Now she’s Freddie K. Miller; I took the foto below just over five years ago when she was Stapleton Service. I use this foto here because a downside of being on the tow is my inability to get a foto OF the tow.
At 0520 hrs, dawn was sweetest and coolest, from this point a mile south of Miller’s Launch. When I reported at 0530, the Miller’s yard was already busy.
Douglas B. Gurion headed west for passengers. The ferry is named for a victim of September 11.
0730 . . . we had passed under the Brooklyn Bridge and now could feast on this potpourri of Manhattan skyline. Side by side on the right are Gehry’s flowing-facade 8 Spruce (2011) and Gilbert’s spiky-tower (1913).
0815 . . . the crew have tied to the ConEd dock and Weeks’ crew has begun setting the spuds, for stability as the load is transferred. My very general understanding of this load is that ConEd purchased equipment from Manufacturer M. Company A trucked it to the Weeks yard because installation by land (by Company B) was less feasible than installation from water. Miller’s job was to move equipment on crane barge to ConEd so that Weeks–with collaboration from Company B–could set equipment exactly where it will be used.
Since my self-appointed job is to record details, check out Carolina IV, sailing westbound on the East river . . . hailing from Stockholm, Yes, sailing! and . . . yes . . . that Stockholm while
1215 . . . the spuds are up, the crane boom lowered and secured, Freddie K Miller has spun off the dock and now heads back westbound for the Weeks yard. If the grayish vessel in the foreground is locally known as a “honey boat,” then this has to be one of the sweetest scenes possible in these parts.
Meanwhile, close to Manhattan, Asphalt Star takes on bunker fuel from a Vane barge. That black hose . . . that’s like the hose at the pump where you fill your car tank.
By 1400, I’ve said my thanks to the crew of Freddy K Miller —who await their next job on this or another vessel–and the dispatcher, and take a break to examine a familiar sight: Alice, she who inspired my first ever blogpost!!
I had planned to call this convergence, but the sixth boro or any harbor is much too dynamic a place for that title. Stuff in and stuff out . . . . From near to far here is Dewaruci, Arabian Sea, and Swan. Dewaruci, arriving here already last Thursday, was the vanguard of the flotilla that prompted me to think of this as “convergence,”
As she headed out, a flurry of other vessels moved out as well, like Mariposa. I’ll bet she’s the updated version of Butterfly, which used to call here. . . and maybe still does. These are non-interactive screen captures of AIS.
Anyhow, as Swan and Mariposa headed out, notice APL Indonesia and A. r. c. Gloria arriving. As thrilling as it was to see Gloria, I felt the same to see APL Indonesia, which I foto’d here three months ago headed outbound for China; THIS is the return, twice via the Panama Canal.
Sunday night I also noticed Gazela exiting Delaware Bay. Almost two years ago, I stood watch on Gazela inbound from just east of Cape May and upward toward Wilmington, midnight to six, a thrilling experience. If you’re local or can get here by this weekend, come see pirate burlesque on Gazela. Get tickets here.
As Mariposa and McAllister Girls tango eastbound on the KVK, crew retrieve Girls’ line. Just a few days ago, Girls participated in the foggy loading process of Swan.
In the wee hours this morning, I noticed B. E. Guayas (all 257′ loa of her) approach from the south and Eagle from the East.
Also in the wee hours this morning. APL Indonesia heads back for China already, passing between Pride of Baltimore 2 and Cuauhtemoc, converging upon the sixth boro. Here’s a quite poor foto I got of her at Pier 17 five whole years ago . . . before this blog sprouted chin feathers!! For a guide to pronunciation, click here.
Also by Tuesday morning, more Opsail vessels have converged within the sixth boro. See Gazela at Pier 25 Manhattan, and over at the cement pier in Brooklyn is . . . . Alice!!! Alice Oldendorff!! My point is . . . Opsail happens within a context.
And when I woke up this morning, Eagle was doing a turn in the Narrows while Scotty Sky (52 years young . . . bless her vital Blount-built tanks!) was supplying Gloria with liquid sustenance.
Latest . . . J.S. El Cano (1927 built and 371 ‘ loa) has popped up on AIS; I had seen her in the wee hours. Cisne Branco, La Belle Poule, Etoile, and all the FleetWeek vessels are still out of range or in stealth mode.
The first 11 fotos here come compliments of bowsprite, who was so eager to get fotos of Ambrose‘ return that she admits to running out to the East River to get these shots … in her pyjamas …! Now THAT would have been a sight to see. As evidenced by her posts here and here, she IS a devotee of lightships.
I leave most of the narrative here to her fotos, which begin here are a parade processed past the heliport along the East River.
traveling on the hip of Charles D. McAllister, whom I foto’d from seagull perspective recently.
Et voila! Guess who’s back in town . . . Ms. O, Alice . . . my first love!
The final foto above comes thanks to Mike Cohen . . . who snapped it from Brooklyn Heights.
So here’s a matter to speculate about: Ambrose‘ return attracted some of the mainstream media. Is it possible that these media are starting to pay more attention to folks’ attention paid to water and harbor and sixth boro events?
Here was #1 of this series, started earlier this month, featuring quite random fotos and thoughts. Here’s a shot looking toward Shooters and Elizabeth, NJ. In the foreground just off the street and that bell tower and to the left of the cement silo are three . . actually four identical brown brick structures; the fourth one is mostly obscured by the silo. I have no clue, although they look like pylons to a structure long gone. Help?
In a bit, I’m hitting the road . . . gallivant time, so many places to see along so much highway and way too little time. The blog may vacate for a few days . . . But on the 26th, whether I post or not, this blog has its fifth anniversary. This is post #1608 in the past 1825 days. Post #1 was prompted by my huge stone-bellied muse. Thanks so much for reading; I’ve had a blast. I’m eager to get gone and then get back.
PS: If you haven’t voted or asked a half dozen friends to vote for this blog as “best neighborhood blog” and “best photo blog” (#5 and 24), please do so now. A few of you have written to say you like thinking of the sixth boro as one of the overlooked neighborhoods of NYC, the place said to be comprised of five terracentric boros.
Some great pics of a self-unloading Oldendorff bulker, Sophie, come our way thanks to John Watson, from his perch high above the sixth boro. Alice has been around recently as well.
Sophie delivered salt, since we don’t know how many times winter will resurrect before summer comes..
I’m not sure what procedure Siteam Adventurer expected to undergo, but she seems unusually positioned.
In the sixth boro Queens come and go, shipping and schlepping all sorts of cargo.
This Queen carries bulk,
The last three fotos comes compliments of John Watson; all others by Will Van Dorp.
By the way, Alice is said to have slipped into Brooklyn last night, Mardi Gras, under cover of darkness, but I have had no visual contact.
Alice Oldendorff came into town yesterday. Many thanks for this foto to a reader and blogger who is anything but self-absorbed. And seeing Alice from this angle, escorted by the inimitable McAllister Responder . . . Ms. O is the same beauty I fell for long ago, but the Manhattan skyline from this angle has some new detail . . . right above Alice’s forward boom is the World Trade Center with its twin cranes, and forward of that the Beekman Tower, NYC’s tallest residential building. I don’t think Beekman is a walk-up.
So, I have clearly self-disclosed myself as a fool for Alice, who may never requite my feelings for her. Never will I–unless my fortunes change–be invited to commune with Alice in drydock, where I could study her from stem to stern. Or trace her curves and contours. Or admire her from every angle with my lenses. Or massage her aches and smoothen her scars. Let me demonstrate by . . .
showing what I was able to do recently with Edna, a 35′ loa x 16′ truckable tug launched in 1997. My dance with Edna started here, and then
I walked around her, admiring her marks of graceful aging … the rust and the growth and dents. She exposed her vulnerabilities.
She let me appreciate her power and maneuverability both starboard closeup and
from farther back.
I pivoted around to port, and venerated her complex yet classic lines.
Back at the bow, our eyes locked as we read each other and grokked.
From full frontal to profile to dorsal-to-dorsal dosido, the dance could go on.
OK, Alice, I know you’re 20 times longer and 5 times beamier, but our feelings may some day converge and such exhilarated escape from inhibition we’ll enjoy. For now, I withdraw all this self-disclosure. If working relationship it is, then I will cherish that. Work calls us in opposite directions: you to the quarries of Nova Scotia and me . . . well, no more self-disclosure.
Top foto by Claude Scales; all others by Will Van Dorp, whose smile stretches from ear to ear right now.
Because of last night’s rain, you have one last chance to see “Seven Deadly Seas” TONIGHT at 8 pm. Go early and catch this hard-to-replicate combination: left to right Cape Race, Gazela, and Mary A. Whalen … as seen from the entrance to the Brooklyn Passenger Terminal in Red Hook.
Big doings also are happening for Pegasus, here with a happy tour group. Pegasus and Lehigh Valley 79 will be docked in Brooklyn Bridge Park starting later this week.
Uh . . . shoes of future mariners?
Contemporary mariners work aboard such vessels as
JoAnne Reinauer III
and (right to left) Twin Tube– a supply boat–and CSL Atlas, cousin of my longlost Alice O. By the way, Atlas brought in the beginnings of the upcoming winter’s supply of road salt . . or was that table salt??
Colleen McAllister and other vessels labor away at the sisyphusian task of dredging.
R/V vessels like Blue Sea do their own research/education work. Here RV Blue Sea is on the high and dry as a preparation for a new season.
Jay Michael frequents the sixth boro, and
in parting, this sloop (Margaret A ?) passes a fuel barge.
Unfortunately, I missed yesterday’s lobsterboat races up in Portland, Maine, and I have to wait til 2011 to see them. But you can still get to the 18th Annual Great North River (aka sixth boro) Tugboat Race on September 5. See you there.
Tomorrow … yes … another few days’ gallivant. Details later.
All fotos here by Will Van Dorp.
Unrelated: Check out this Newtown Creek shipping post by Restless.
I continue my gallivant in Seattle, seeing through eyes conditioned by time in the sixth boro aka harbor New York. And again, mostly lists, as I’d rather be moving around than writing here. Ferry Tacoma (of the largest ferry system in the US, third in the world) carries vehicles as well as people as it approaches the Seattle dock. That’s the Olympic range in the background.
Seattle is its own complex tapestry, but Alaska is a palpable presence here.
Island Packer does short (or not so short) sea shipping from here to the Aleutians, I believe (1943 built).
Cargill operates this grain terminal at Pier 86. In the foreground are salmon pens. Vessel is Genco Thunder, loading grain. In the distance is bulker Sanmar Paragon. I enjoyed being close enough to this pier that I could smell the grain as it flowed into the hold.
Rainier, more than 50 miles away, dominates Seattle.
At Pier 91, catcher-processor Northern Hawk emerges from transfer
In the Lake Washington Ship Canal, a crewman of crabber Lilli Ann–in response to my question–said they were “headed for Dutch” a bit less than a week away.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who is solely responsible for any and all errors in this info. As a newby gallivanter here, I might conjecture here and there while trying to get oriented in my limited sojourn.
Unrelated but wonderful, check out Herb Cold is the Sea‘s rendering of a husky-blue-eyed blogger. Herb . . . wow! Thank you. And juxtaposed with Alice–darling Alice–wowwow!! Alice dear, we are indeed blessed.
Very general backstory: NYK Rigel (965′ x 105′ and 4800 teu) entered service in Spring 2009. See fotos of engine. Named for a star in Orion’s foot in Western conceptualization but equally fascinating cultural significance (رجل الجبار,参宿七,Yerrerdet-kurrk) among star-watchers of other cultures and our own.
I first saw NYK Rigel on my way to work Thursday. The foto above taken around 7 am; I then turned around and took the foto below (That’s Irish Sea pushing DBL 103 with Ross Sea as assist; MSC Carla [I believe] headed for sea in the way background.) looking in the general direction of the sun.
Two minutes later, Irish Sea passes, disturbing the calm reflections. NYK Rigel had arrived in port around dusk Wednesday, having left Shanghai about a month earlier.
By the time I return to my vantage point on Howland Hook around 3 pm for break, tons has happened (literally), the chaplain’s red van of the Seafarers & International House has just left, and Gramma Lee T. Moran drops off the pilot. This can mean only one thing.
Catherine Turecamo is the other half of the backing-down team.
When the “all clear” sounds, Gramma Lee T. muscles the stern away from the dock, azimuth thrusters sending water
racing in the opposite
I realize how lucky I am to spend my break time here today, seeing this
departure with the cliffs of Manhattan in the way background. Backing down (or out) is a must here since Rigel is too long to turn around until just off Bergen Point, where she did in fact spin counterclockwise on her way out to sea.
Catherine works the bow as
needed. It’s just another day’s
work for some; the best place to take a break for me.
And as I drove along the Belt Parkway headed home five hours later, NYK Rigel was headed outbound (for Norfolk, I think) just south of the Verrazano Bridge. I decided not to stop for fotos. End of my infinitesimally short story. Some other perspectives I’d love to hear relate to the pilot, the tug crews, the chaplain, NYK Rigel‘s crew, pilot boat crew, the families of all those folks . . . along the esplanade.
Hope you enjoy the fotos ( by Will Van Dorp) as much as I enjoyed my two stops yesterday. Work went well too.
About a year ago, I also documented a “backing down” here.
Oh . . . yes I know Alice was in town, but she’s playing so hard to get that I feel discouraged.