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Actually this is Kristin 3, counting the mystery vessel post. Let’s start in the wheelhouse, aka ship’s office, looking to port. Notice the gauging equipment, sound-activated telephone, all the manuals.
Here’s a closeup of the starboard
EMD 16-645-E2–if I recall–12-567
Looking down/forward from the fiddley at port engine
the galley. Again, the natural lighting is remarkable. A note about these fotos . . . Kristin has been idle for several months now, and no attempt was made during this foto shoot to “spruce-up” any of the areas.
A near-twin of Kristin–Chester A. Poling–was my introduction to the name Poling, although it was another company. I heard about Chester A. in the 1990s from a diver in Cape Ann, MA. Like Kristin, Chester A. was launched in 1934 from the shipyard in Mariner’s Harbor. Originally 251′, both were lengthened by a 30-foot midsection in 1956. From this foto, it appears the bow bulwarks on Chester were less protected. Click on the image to get to Auke Visser’s fabulous site, from which the foto is taken. Take your pic here from a wealth of video by folks diving on Chester.
Again, many thanks to Ed Poling and Jim Ash for the opportunity to see/foto Kristin in her dotage. Thanks to you all for reading and commenting. Special thanks to Johannah for the info on all-welded construction article and to Sachem1907 on the identification of the locks, which confirms operation by these vessels onto the Great Lakes. I welcome more info and further history on these vessels of past era.
My all-time favorite fotos of Kristin were taken here less than a year ago by Paul Strubeck and “lightened-up” by tugster.
Stories about parties here made this my primary destination for the recon. Binghamton is the sole survivor of six identical “double-ender” steam ferries built in Newport News, although by cursory external examination, I’d say calling her a survivor at this point is an exaggeration.
Binghamton arrived in a sixth boro at a time when 150 or so similar ferries served these waters! How many crossings carrying how many passengers would she have seen between 1905 and 1967? How many livelihoods? Her passenger capacity was 986!
with their own engine parts depot. Maybe this is a remnant of the disappeared shad fishery of Edgewater. Here are names of some of the last shad fishermen. By the way, in the foto above, that’s the Way Upper West Side across the water.
past the Crab House, past these barges
and past this pier housing with storage for cars beneath. Now if I lived here, I’d surely buy and amphicar . . . and maybe equip it like an alligator tug . . . and if 10,000 other residents of the sixth boro shoreline had similar equipment . . . I pause in contemplation.
birds like these inhabit the trees. Who knows what else I might find there? I’m not in the commercial blogging business, but I do intend to check out Cafe Archetypus. Anyone recommend it?
All fotos and any errors here by Will Van Dorp.
Note: the interactive map (first image in Loose Ends 1) can get you to this area: just head north along the river. Binghamton can clearly be seen, although on the map, the crane barge is not alongside.
For some historical fotos of the area of my recent tramp, click here for railyards, banana piers, pier houses, the “bridge that never was” thank you very much, 1950s cars awaiting a ship for export, crashed ferry stabilized by a tugboat, old style planting poles for shad nets, and you can sift through here to find more nuggets.
Continuing my effort to see the sixth boro from every imaginable angle, I recently walked Hudson River Waterfront Walkway between Port Imperial and Edgemont Marina. This post covers the first portion of the walk. Follow on the interactive map below; click on the map/satellite view to make it live . If you’re from outatown, that’s Manhattan to the lower right . . . specifically the 59th Street Sanitation Pier. But it’s the view from the Jersey side I focus on here.
Below is the crumbling pier directly south of Son Cubano NJ. Ironically, not more than a mile south of here were the Seatrain Lines docks with service via Seatrain New York and Seatrain Havana between . . . New York and Havana.
This is the view of the pier “east” of Son Cubano. Notice it, like most of them now, is a loose end, a pier from and too nowhere. Now they are reminders, and should be treasured as such, although I know they will not be here 10 years from now. Click here (bottom of post) for the quote from Rebecca Solnit . . . on ruins as memories . .. or clues to seek out missed memories.
More pilings reminding us that a different life was led here 50 and 100 years ago on the Jersey side of the sixth boro across from and slightly south of Soldiers’ and Sailors’ Monument and Riverside Church. In the far distance, the tug is Bohemia; Kristy Ann is the nearer one.
I googled “bulls ferry” and “jacobs ferry” hoping to learn what vessel is depicted. Find out what I got by clicking here.
But first . . . Blue Marlin has sailed!! I went upriver Sunday midmorning, and soon thereafter, she headed for sea. Actually for Bonny Town, ETA July 4, 2011. Click here to see what this Niger River delta town looks like, and then you’ll know why they’re buying tugs–like ex-Curtis Reinauer below–and barges. The link explains the unusual house configuration. If anyone got fotos of Blue Marlin exiting the Narrows or wishes to shares fotos of the journey, please get in touch.
Click here for history, economics, and controversies related to the Niger delta. The Niger River, 14th in the world in length, flows through unlikely places such as Timbuktu–high on my “gallivant list”–and drains 10 nations. Name them?
Yesterday I volunteered on Pegasus for the Riverdale Riverfest. In fact, Robert Apuzzo just sent this foto; I’m the tall guy in faded blue on the “upper deck” in the gap between the stack and the house. I volunteer because it’s fun and important. As “safety officer,” I help ensure no one gets hurt, and since I like to talk, I answer questions. I’ve noticed people like to see the boats but also their own communities FROM the river. Ensuring “guest safety” is vital and sometimes difficult; a tugboat has industrial-strength hazards . . . it moves and steel is hard and forgiving, yet it is a fascinating opportunity: throbbing noise and vibration, power of invisible prop and rudder and versatile line, huge engine, …
Cornell was there also, here coexisting with human-powered vessels (HPVs). I love to kayak myself, but I suspect people in some HPVs underestimate commercial vessel speed and over-estimate their own visibility.
Spud barge Black Diamond served as a makeshift dock, serviceable but labor-intensive but the popularity of festivals like this illustrates the value of serviceable commercial docks in many more Hudsonsonian towns and cities. Imagine not only entertainment but also food coming ashore from boats for several reasons including reducing highway congestion. Vessels in Riverdale included also Mystic Whaler (1967 reproduction of a coastal cargo schooner) and fireboat John J. Harvey. Of course, the distinctive red barge is the itinerant Waterfront Museum, aka 1914-built Lehigh Valley 79.
Just north of Riverdale is Yonkers. This foto of Yonkers as a storm chased us upriver in 2010 shows two frequently inquired about buildings on the this part of the Hudson: the Yonkers Power Station and the “Blue Cube,” which has had lives as diverse as a test lab for PhelpsDodge and a movie studio.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, except the one thanks to Robert Apuzzo.
I manipulated the fotos, squeezing out some of the darkness, enhancing the little light in the original. The stem bitt in the lower right belongs to tug Cornell, attempting to get Kristin Poling unstuck from the ice. What does this look like to you . . . other than the obvious ship stuck in chunk ice?
I get competing thoughts and associations: like a submarine scene from a Jules Vernesque sci-fi movie, or
a vessel trapped in polar ice. No disrespect for the family or vessel name . . . but “poling” could be a verb referring to exploration of the top and bottom parts of the planet . . . as in “Peary left the sixth boro in the summer of ’08 aboard Roosevelt, headed north to go poling. . . .” My eyes could easily be convinced that the venerable Kristin P here is “poling.”
Imagine this stretch of the river six months forward or backwards. A deck in that location could be an idyllic spot to stretch out, enjoy summer heat, watch stars, and think of love or whatever you wish; a fit swimmer could slip into the water and drift or make for shore. However,
in January like this, the Hudson seems as inhospitable as the poles. Frederick Cook, Peary’s physician in the 1891-2 “north poling” expedition and later a challenger to Peary’s claim to have reached the North Pole first, said this about being in the frozen north: ”We were the only pulsating creatures in a dead world of ice.” I can imagine the crews of Kristin Poling and Cornell thinking that . . . at least they and the reliable engines in the vessels.
Cook was a founder member of NYC’s Explorers Club.
Again, many thanks to Paul Strubeck for the fotos, which you may have seen in different format on Paul’s facebook page.
Even though she glowers at me whenever I say it, the six-eyed bowsprite IS perspicacious. As she hops from cliff to cliff and down along the ledges near water level, she misses no detail. She sent me these fotos to share. What is the orange sheet dangling from the yellow frame suspended from the 532 crane?
A nutrient-rich bedding for oysters?
Part of a future underwater moving sidewalk?
A riverbed loom for a seaweed weaving project?
Habitat for sturgeon and plesiosaurs?
A diversion intended to lure bowsprite down from her cliffs?
Preparations for next year’s Red Bull Air Races?
An attempt to recover aliens and their secrets from the wreck site of an OVNI?
Ichthyosaur survival training drill?
blamed on credited to bowsprite, whose narative goes like this:
“09h20 Virginia and Elizabeth go upriver to bring mats and crew to the crane Weeks 532. The engines roar, smoke comes out, the spuds are dropped, the crane lifts the yellow loom-thing and splashes it into the drink. A lunchtime crowd gathers, asking each other what’s going on. They say ‘I think they’re dredging.’ Or ‘I don’t know. Been here a few days.’ Or ‘What’s your guess? They talk, they speculate.
Back on the barge, The loom comes up sans the orange mat. Men with stepladders go around and weave on the next mat. Spuds go up, engines roar, smoke again, winches drag in the white buoy, and the whole barge setup moves farther into the middle of the river. Later another mat is laid down just a bit east of the last one.”
And the answer to Whatzit: the truth is out there, or in here.
(Doubleclick enlarges fotos.) With a favorable weather window, tomorrow nightfall may find Wanderbird out the Narrows and at sea, bound for Puerto Rico. But midday today, she was
anchored off Piermont, off the old Camp Shanks. More Camp Shanks later.
At daybreak Paolo and Pitsik bade farewell to Atlantic Basin as
steamed upriver past a very sleepy version of the so-called “city that never sleeps.” This morning I had doubts about that moniker. And with an icy blast coming out of the north, sleeping in would not be such a terrible option, but
for me, the ride up to Piermont–in a wheelhouse listening to yarns from Culebra to Greenland and smelling soup savors wafted up from the galley–it was sweet.
Thanks to Captains Rick and Karen for the chance to steam upriver a few hours. Here’s their site.
For folks who want numbers: Wanderbird‘s Industrie engine generates 510 hp, consuming a gallon a mile while cruising at 500 rpm and spinning a 8″ shaft and a 62″ four-bladed prop.
A great picture book about the hundreds of very similar North Sea trawlers, check out Arie van der Veer’s Van Zijtrawler naar Hektrawler (From Side Trawler to Stern Trawler). It has hundreds of fotos. An English-language article with pics on this category of trawler can be seen here.
Check out this blog from Labrador for more info on the Canadian husky above named Pitsik (scroll to August 18, 2010) AND the schooner Issuma (scroll to August 10), currently on Lake Ontario and written about here last month. Here’s another Issuma post. For pics of Wanderbird in the Caribbean, check out these by David Blitzer, whom I met on the trip to Piermont. See info on David’s show at 350 Bleeker Street here.
Fair winds, Wanderbird.
Note: Be sure to read the comments in part a, esp the very long and personal one by Bill W.
Two of the vessels huddled there for awhile (probably longer than their actual period of service) included sister vessels USS Wakefield (AP-21) aka SS Manhattan and USS Mount Vernon (AP-22) aka SS Washington. Both were older sisters (by two decades) of United States Lines’ SS United States.
Many thanks to Harold Tartell and Joseph Herbert for these enlightening fotos. And thanks for the comments some of you have sent in; I’m eager to hear more and see more fotos, possibly of these vessels being moved downriver to the American scrapyards. Read this article from Sea Classics on the impetus to build and then maintain these vessels.
Let me illustrate the point I made in Something Different 3. Suppose you were reading a river chart and saw a place labeled “Burden Point.” And suppose it looked like this. It suspect it’d make you wonder about the origin of the name, imagining that some weary wretch struggled unsuccessfully to make something happen on that point of land on the wrong side of the tracks …
Burden Point is a real place though, and those tracks support a loco Amtrak racing by many times daily. Info on the Burden follows.
Another place freighted with evocative name and debris is Port Ivory, just slightly to the west of this foto. Makes you wonder, and I think that’s good.
The charts mark Pot Cove as near near here. I had to make the fotos somewhat interesting. By the way, that’s tug Quenames sliding a barge under the rail bridge near Hell Gate, and beyond her starboard is the Bronx, DEP sludge central, possibly sludge tanker North River.
And one last rather uninteresting foto . . . Bushwick Inlet poking into Greenpoint, Brooklyn from the East River. Know how this place is connected with Burden Dock?
Bushwick Inlet was once the home to Continental Iron Works, where the ironclad Monitor was built. And the iron used in the plate, well, that’s the Burden connection. Burden Dock is named for Henry Burden, one of the Hudson valley’s most prolific inventors with iron, a name I didn’t know until I started digging prompted by the weary dock name I spotted last weekend. Burden made superb train wheels and horse shoes for the Union army as well as iron plate–shipped downriver from his iron works in Troy–for the construction of Monitor. The hills inland from Burden Dock supplied ore for all Burden’s projects. See p. 13 of this issue and p. 9 of this one for references to Burden’s Hudson River Ore and Iron . . . although that whole magazine has enthralling articles in it. Kudos to the Columbia County Historical society. Interesting also is that Hudson River ore was superseded by that from the Mesabi Range.
Now without that name and a little wild debris–a shack on a barge or dock transforming itself back into wilderness–I’d not have felt invited into this past. I’m grateful for the names, at least. Port Ivory has this story, better smelling though less fabulous than you might have imagined. Pot Cove was once a native village. Upriver are Anthony’s Nose (maybe named for the proboscis of Peter Stuyvesant’s aid Anthony Corlaer and Kidd’s Cave. Mr Stuyvesant himself enjoyed a well-endowed proboscis.
Tangentially related: The sixth boro is dotted with an archipelago of islands from the famous Manhattan to the obscure Hart, where Melinda Hunt has brought the dead to life.
Spot on related: Check out hudson river explorer, Dennis Willard’s blog.
Finally: A tip of the hat to Rick of Old Salt Blog for his compendium of haunted ships . . . for tomorrow. I’m off gallivanting up the Hudson Valley for Halloween.
A general thanks for people sending me fotos. Blogging allows some stupendous collaborations.
Thanks to M. McMorrow for sending. Notice the cruise ship, the Intrepid, several sizes and types of tugs, as well as the Concorde! Unfortunately, the blimp–on its way to the tennis tournament–had just escaped from the foto.
Thanks to Stephen Sisler. Any guesses who’s atop the wheelhouse?
Do you recall that Cornell struggled in a pushing contest with The Bronx? (That’s “struggled” to restrain all forward movement.) The next two fotos come compliments of Jim Levantino, who saw that struggle from The Bronx having the pleasure of getting buried
deep within Cornell‘s … er … whiskers.
Here’s my foto of the very same moment, as recorded from high atop the house.
Thanks to Elizabeth … it’s a blogger fotografing within the confines of Troy’s Federal Lock.
And going back to late August, thanks to Eric Graybill, crewman on Bold (See 6th foto down.), who sent these fotos of Gazela making
her way, motorsailing
up Delaware Bay. Recognize anyone on deck Gazela? Gazela will be returning through the sixth boro in mid-October on its way to the oysterfest. Keep your eyes peeled; this blogger will await them at the Narrows or –near the “Gate” in the East River.
All fotos as credited. Only the fifth foto by Will Van Dorp.