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Small craft to come, but first . . . the missing foto from yesterday’s post . . . how DID the heaving line get through the eye aka “closed chock”? Hope this foto helps; I do believe I see the monkeyfist flying upward from the crewman at the rail; crew on the upper level passed it to the crewman forward of the chock?
It’s been over two years since I’ve used this title. Small craft come in many shapes,
are operated by professional mariners,
respond to emergencies with versatility,
and shuttle specialists between shore and much larger craft.
This one I first thought was transporting booms but now I think had some festive mission, given what appears to be a sizable bouquet over the engine compartment.
They operate for many agencies,
government services, and
and law enforcement groups.
They work in diverse
Enjoy a few more:
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!!
Damaged? Spamaged! 15:10:59?
Six weeks ago, the Shuttle Enterprise flew over the sixth boro; today the saga continued.
14:46 . . . the tow moves through Grassy Bay and Winhole Channel with JFK Airport in the distance. This too is the sixth boro.
for the Cross Bay Memorial Bridge, where several hundred watch . . . and are watched. Folks on the bridge cheered and excited baitfish churned up the surface a mere 52 feet below.
Shelby leads and
Kathleen tails. USCGC 47315 Sandy Hook flanks.
Whoever rode those subways got a show. And given the challenge of fitting through the rail bridge on the gusty day it was, I guess it could be said that shuttle and tug crews demonstrated they could “boldly go where no shuttle has gone before.”
For John “Control Geek” Huntington’s take, click here. We happened to be on the same bridge watching the same unique event and so mesmerized by it, we didn’t even realize we rubbed elbows!!
(Note: Doubleclick enlarges.) The title . . . those were the exact words John Watson emailed me last night. If the message had been “hawk is down” . . . or “condor …” it would have alarmed me, but instead I charged my camera so that right after work I could zoom over to Fort Wadsworth for these shots. By one, I found Alert loaded onto barge BFT No. 38, which
was already on Swan. Gabby Miller was present, of course. Lined up on the Brooklyn side was a cast of characters identified as
The three Crowley tugs glided onto Swan‘s back, extending beyond the hull on
For outatowners, that’s Manhattan in the distance looking across most of what’s called the Upper Bay. The Lower Bay is behind me, as is the Verrazano Bridge. On the right is the boro of Brooklyn. The red tugs are Charles D. McAllister and McAllister
Next on board . . . Socrates, who in spite of the fog, found
Tugster does not strive to be a “shipping news” site, but each time I walk or ride my beat, I DO keep an watchful eye for change, novelty, well . . . new sights. Certainly this was true yesterday: let’s start with the orange vessel to your left. You’ve seen the colors before, but is that a “hole through the stern above deck”?
I have a feeling we’ll be seeing a bit more of Swan in the next few days. And I trust lessons have been learned from last spring’s Blue Marlin saga.
Rosemary Miller? New too. I wonder what has become of Sorenson Miller.
With spring comes the sailing season, and America 2.0 . . . I last saw closeup here last fall.
And one last “newby” I was lucky to catch yesterday was Mark Moran, headed south to . . who knows where? Mark‘s so new that even on Birk and Harold’s excellent site, there’s only a drawing of her.
For the news from the Narrows between Detroit (which means “the narrows” in French) and Windsor, click here for Isaac’s site and some great fotos from Wade. The surprise there for me was Zeus, who worked the sixth boro a bit a few years back. Also, there are more shots of DonJon’s huge Great Lakes ATB unit.
Also, of course please vote for tug Pegasus and Lehigh Valley 79. The fact that they’re not in the top few places should NOT be a reason to give up; we have a daily vote until the 21st.
Thomas D. Witte . . . I did nothing to manipulate this image, no liquification, no DAP . . .
Yet another Mighty Servant 1 foto with four movers of the Miller’s Launch fleet. As of this writing, the Mighty is still anchored at the Narrows. Bravo on what appears to have been a flawless loading.
Happy last day of Fall 2011.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp. And this just in . . . as of noon today, Mighty Servant 1 exited the Bay Nigeria-bound. I hope the good folks on Meagan Ann get a foto they will share.
Two and a half decades ago (almost) I was entering New Hampshire from Quebec and was stumped: the US border agent brought his face to about a foot from mine and asked: “How does someone from Massachusetts (my drivers license) and someone from Maine (her drivers license) meet?” I knew he wanted a short, convincing answer, and I thought in paragraphs and chapters even.
This shot immediately reminded me of that experience: how does a tugboat from San Francisco and one from New York end up lashed together, no longer floating,
Even Bohemia comes by.
From this angle, Mighty Servant thusly loaded reminds me of an ocean going sidewheeler, like SS Savannah.
More may follow. All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Oh . . . sorry, Johna. I could say I picked her up hitchhiking . . . to spice up the story. The truth is we were coworkers in a publishing company and that led to some fairly spiced up waterborne adventures; we were just returning from a jaunt up the St. Lawrence northeasterly from Quebec City. If you want more on her . . . Diana, a major true love and heartbreak, you’ll have to read My Babylonian Captivity. Diana is not her real name.
So, I watched today until a bank of clouds slid in and turned all light monochromatic. While watching, thoughts that came to mind included . . . “mighty patient” you have to be to load such a vessel, or watch it.
0943 hr . . . RTC 105 arrives, pushed by Bruce A., house up, and then
0954 . . . house down and she leaves the barge in the able hands of Gabby and Linda L. Miller. There’s an invisible Ellen on the far side also.
1002 . . . Lesser delivers line handlers onto the RTC 105 as well.
1225. By now, the lines get snugged, Ellen, Bruce, and Bobby G move over toward the next barge. And a thick winter cloud moves in. With cold fingers, I leave for other projects, but the loading goes on. Maybe I’ll return tomorrow early.
Most of you know the poem by Bobby Frost that starts out with the line . . . “Whose woods these are I think I know . . .” Living in NYC, believe it or not, I have woods AND the Kills. On my way home from work today, I stopped by this spot on the Kill Van Kull. Friends know I refer to this as my office. I hope the city never makes this place a “park.” I love it the way it is. Today there were friends, including Kristy Ann Reinauer eastbound and Ever Radiant westbound, on her way in from (exactly one month ago) Shanghai. Two years ago I caught Ever Radiant . . . in the KVK near my office as well. Actually, in reference to these fotos, I’d ask “whose docks these were . . . I’d love to know . . .” They’re just east of the Caddell yard and right across the KVK from IMTT. By the way, click on that previous link and get a great aerial shot of the KVK looking west.
Also during my stay at the KVK, this crane configuration went by, although if you doubleclick and look at this in larger format, you’ll see the Great Lakes New York eastbound, propelled by Miss Gill; and Weeks Marine 527 westbound, moved by Catherine Miller.
It’s the formerly orange tug now know as Sarah Ann, and after two years, I’m still of two minds about the new paint scheme.
All fotos in September 2011 by Will Van Dorp, who’s just outa breath sometimes.
Unrelated . . . click here to see the marine art of Tony Moffitt, hailing from Newcastle, Australian.