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Need sunglasses for this drama on the Hudson? “Random” means … spotted in a plethora of places, like Elizabeth, passing the Hudson waterfront at dusk with a barged Weeks crane 532 in tow. Note the Crow or Cheyenne in push gear with barge on the far left.
Paul T Moran at Gulf Marine Repair in Tampa. Not to be insensitive to customary modes of dress, but–as east river pointed out– doesn’t this vaguely like a burka or abaya from the eyes down on the tug?
Atlantic Coast pushing Cement Transporter 5300 south of –you guessed it–Cementon, NY.
Sea Hawk in Brooklyn Navy Yard last June appearing tied up to sludge tanker North River.
Connecticut (1959?) crosses the Sound north to south.
That’s it for now. Thanks to Deb DePeyster (who previous contributed to this) for the foto of Elizabeth, and to east river for the foto of Paul T Moran. All others by Will Van Dorp.
A year ago, I wrote here about my following in Rip van Winkle‘s footsteps, hiking to the summits in search of the ghosts with the keg of purple magic liquor. This post stays at river level, where sights appear like a 50′ Issuma hustling along with only slightly-shorter Rosemary Ruth on the hip. By the way, notice Issuma’s homeport Whitehorse: “issuma” is the Inuktitut word for knowledge, idea, wisdom or mind.
Before the river was called “hudson” it was called “mohican knee took,” if I might spell it out that way. It’s still a place of magic, visual charm here as Cynthia Pioneer heads north past Rondout Light.
Hudson River or not, Allyson Ann is a genuine Beals Island lobster boat, a charming apparition that can sweeten anyone’s day or night.
Saugerties Light lies below the high peaks, a B & B where you can reserve a room if you dare; whatever would it be like to sleep straight through here for 20 years.
GDM 264 is a specialty you’ll not often see . . . a cement suction barge.
draws you in with wondrous ruins. More on the gift of ruins soon.
For a short intro to Hudson Valley legends and place-name explanations, click here.
But if you can, get out and dance to the fall splendor before its music ceases for a year.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who has abstained from from Rip’s purple magic liquor . . . and had an extra cup of coffee instead.