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Here was the first in what could be a series. And this foto I’m happy again to credit to Bob Stopper, some of whose photos can be seen here. I’m not sure what the naming system is for Canal Corporation, but some of their vessels are named for towns with locks–like Pittsford– along the Canal.
In push gear and looking great at 85 years old, it’s Governor Cleveland.
If I still lived up that way, I’d get one of these, a buoy boat.
I don’t know how many of these there once were, but they are disappearing!
Click here for a foto of this deep looking Governor Roosevelt with her belly exposed.
There’s Grand Erie, and then there’s just plain Erie.
Then there are the self-propelled scows, but notice the difference in
engine exposure between this one shot by my sister and
SPS-54 shot by me
in August in Lyons.
Thanks to Bob and Lucy for these fotos. The last two are mine.
Here was RRT15.
All the fotos in this post come from my sister, who is currently making her way south along the Jersey shore heading into retirement aka Bahamas for Christmas. In mid-August, they departed Muskegon, near where they took this foto of Samuel de Champlain in June 2011. SDC was built in 1976 and is loa 142.’
She took the next three fotos on August 28, 2013. Mike Donlon is 53′ and christened in Philly in 1999.
J-Krab, 25′ built in 2010.
The next day in the vicinity of Detroit, she ran into this huge unit. ITB Presque Isle, launched 1972, loa 148′ with a 31′ draft . . . uses 14,840 hp to move a 978′ barge by the same name.
That’s the Detroit skyline in the distance.
On September 6, she passed Invincible, 94′ loa and 1979-built in Fort George, FL.
She also passed this unidentified unit. Anyone help?
Last one for now, on September 16, already in the western end of the Erie Canal, she ran into this vessel. Guess her age?
Dahlke was built in Ferrysburg, MI in 1903!! That puts her only two years younger than Urger, built there as well. Here’s quite the Ferrysburg historic vessel page.
Ah . . . the Great Lakes . . . Anyone interested in a summer project to cruise from the sixth boro to Duluth and back and forth to catch more of these eclectic vessels?
And if you’re interested in following my sister, click here.
Welcome to the Inner Harbor of Syracuse. It used to be said that from the Inner Harbor, you could go anywhere in the world. Or anyone from “anywhere in the world” could get here. That’s a bit of an exaggeration; for example, you couldn’t get here, the Bonneville Salt Flats. But then again, someone making that claim about the Inner Harbor wouldn’t need to get to this mineral-rich Utah deposit. Explanation follows.
I ended up in the Inner Harbor in August because I wanted to see the shops
where the Erie Canal tenders had been built. And I’m still working on that. But in the process I stumbled upon
Erie Canal here is today Erie Boulevard. And the sign above relates the upstate NY location to the Utah western surface deposit.
Stop by the visitors center if you are nearby.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
While the Roundup was happening 200 or so miles to the east in Waterford, a sailboat sank near Lyons, NY. Yesterday, the boat was raised. Text and fotos are compliments of Bob Stopper of Lyons, and published exclusively here.
“Saturday morning, the gentleman [at the wheel] did veer to try not hitting the bridge support. He skinned the support, but a railroad rail (iron) apparently used years ago for support around the concrete was sticking out about four feet and that is what caused the damage and sudden sinking.
Sunday 1:33 p. m. ”The blue in the above pic is the covered propane grill and just a bit of flag is showing.”
“[ Wednesday] salvage crew from Syracuse floated and towed the vessel to our dock this evening. The salvage crew said it is a miracle that over the years no one else ever caught it with a sailboat…. Ironically, this same support was hit two weeks ago by another sailboat.”
3:57 p. m. Thursday
6:01 p. m.
7:06 p. m.
This is sad. Thanks much, Bob.
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.
These fotos come from Jason LaDue, who knew her while he was growing up in the vicinity of the Soo. Foto below by Troy Wilke. Jason writes, “That rare (and large) Kahlenberg smoked like no other but always delivered the power. I was onboard her several times when moving saltwater vessels to and from the Algoma Steel facility in Sault Ste Marie, Ontario.”
Next year 2012, Grouper has a one CENTURY anniversary, 100 years of life, the last decade and a half of which she seems in a coma. Here was my original Grouper post, followed by 67 comments!
Many thanks, Jason. I plan to use more of your fotos soon.
Transitioning from the “farm tugs” post, enjoy Governor Roosevelt, sister of Governor Cleveland, both came to the canal to break ice and do other tasks in 1927 as steam tugs. If you add the ages of Governor Roosevelt, Governor Cleveland, and Urger . . . you have almost three hundred years of boat work. I found Roosevelt hauled out last weekend along the Erie Canal in Lyons.
Edna (1997) was hauled out for some work recently along
Blount in 1958. Here’s George (a 2009 vessel with a simple name) taken recently in Lake Charles, LA.
And (once again . . . might she be languishing?) Grouper, a year away from a century old. This is how she looked last weekend, and I’d love to hear an update on efforts to bring her back to life, lest she become HMS (heavy melt steel).
I first used this title a bit over two years ago in relation to two museum vessels whose status is currently challenged. Click here for a new blog dedicated to saving the fleet languishing at South Street Seaport; May Day’s not been transmitted there yet.
High and dry,
Urger gets floated this year with a new captain. Type Urger in the search window to see the dozen or so stories I’ve done on her, of which my favorite is probably this.
All fotos were taken last weekend . . . Fotos of Le Papillon by Capt. Justin Zizes, Jr. and Urger by Will Van Dorp . . up in Lyons, NY.
Unrelated: Another fantastic video of Rotterdam harbor by Fred Vloo.
Call it a reverse-Santa Claus, maybe. In the wee hours of Halloween some unseen force snatched bowsprite and me from the sidewalks of Manhattan, peopled with sexy vampires and horrendous-but-benign ghouls, stuffed us into a dark bag, and deposited us here at daylight, where Issuma appeared and offered assistance.
Gates dominated the place–birth canal of the sixth boro … to be sure, looming huge and forbidding, yet with
passageways to somewhere, beckoning curious adventurers.
You know the story of Alice finding a bottle labeled “drink me” and then she shrank to a rabbit-hole size, . . . well, this place had a lock master who manipulated controls like this to
that made the icy waters boil and swirl
and levitate Issuma and all her crew, without effort.
so quickly that we surfaced only because of quick work by the captain.
It happened so quickly that I felt pinned to the deck even after we surfaced.
Atop, the lock master told us we were headed the wrong way.
“Turn back. Return south,” he warned each of us.
But onward we went, past other vessels headed . . . you guessed it . . .
southward, crewed by folks who had a single message: ”This is not the time for the North Country.”
Not Issuma. Even bandstands where invisible musicians played complex chords in minor keys failed to daunt us.
Billboard-size signs with explicit messages . . . no deterrence there.
Gates like guillotines . . .
we continued, Richard said Issuma was prepared for everything, no matter how dark the sky at noon.
There were patches of blue sky but walling off the place of sunshine stood cataracts, like sentinels.
We passed ruins of previous generations
more gates operated by lock masters who repeated the warnings “Turn back.” But by now, dark clouds were spitting out ice (hail, sleet, flurries, something from another dimension?), and
these clouds were behind us as well as ahead. So onward we went until night fell on us near Caughnawaga. And we felt safe to go ashore and find food, drink, and shelter.
And when morning came, Issuma had traveled farther north without us, and a bright dawn left us with this twisty map of the previous day’s journey. Mysteriously, my camera worked again.
Well, that’s the story I’m sticking by.
All fotos by bowsprite whose camera worked fine although seemed somewhat affected by the force field we’d journeyed through.
For a different interpretation of the landmarks along the east end of the Canal, see Fred’s tug44.
The Roundup begins with a parade between the Port of Albany and the wall below Lock 2 at Waterford. Waterford is the easternmost point on the Erie Canal. From wherever they find themselves, crews and vessels begin to gather around mid-day Friday. Benjamin Elliott headed south from Waterford,
Cornell saved fuel, waited at the wall, and met the parade just below the Federal Lock,
Crow joined in at its place of work,
Governor Cleveland, Grand Erie, and W. O. Decker traveled down from the Waterford wall,
some traveled in pairs like Chancellor and Decker,
Grand Erie and Decker,
and Gowanus Bay arrived from the south.
Some folks and boats worked en route in one way or
Lots of folks and some vessels worked during the Roundup. The fireworks barge would not have been in place without the efforts of Mame Faye.
Wind roar, spray, hiss, deep pitched throb, horns tuning up, whistles, pipes, percussion, more horns, and whoopnhollering of the crowd on Saturday night.
Fotos and video by Will Van Dorp.
More from the Roundup tomorrow.
Related: World Canals Conference starts next Sunday in Rochester, NY.