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Quick and succinct: the way to enter Nola from the east and north is Rte 90. About 30 miles east of Nola I passed this mystery vessel Poseidon, which looked like a house-forward bulk carrier with a quonset hut over the hold now blown away by a storm. Anyone know the history?
As sun rose somewhere in a cloudy drizzly day, the first vessel to pass–upbound–was BBC Brazil.
Then a steady stream of traffic moved on the great river . . . some of them included Amalienborg,
B. John Yeager (?) with at least 13 barges, which round Algiers Point in the most
curious way, which involved backing down, sliding over to the Nola side, and what must have been lots of nail-biting.
Big Sam and a small tow.
From the Algiers side, I checked out Barbara E. Bouchard‘s new pins.
Also on the drydocks at Bollinger’s was Mully and Admiral Jackson.
Alice‘s sister Caroline Oldendorff passed . . . upriver.
And Alley Cat headed downstream herding more barges than would seem possible.
Nola is so much more than all that, and Checkpoint Charlie is a start of that other so-long list, but do check in at Charlie’s when next you’re here.
More soon. All foto by Will Van Dorp.
From the air you can see the traffic . . . the sinuous lines it scribes into the legendary river.
From the bank, you can see sometimes three tugs abreast (l. to r. Bobby Jones-1966, David G. Sehrt-1965, and Born Again-1974) pushing more than a dozen barges slipping around the turn between Algiers and the 9th Ward. And when I say slipping, I mean even big vessels seem to slide through this crescent. That erosion in the foreground bespeaks higher water.
Uh . . . a variation on seasnake?
Close-up of McLean.
I’m back at work in environs of the sixth boro, and this is the last set about Nola strictly defined. Tomorrow I hope to put up some fotos from a jaunt-within-a-gallivant southwest from the Crescent City, a truly magical place to which I really must return soon because there’s much I’ve yet to understand . . . like why
And is it true there’s a nun driving a tugboat somewhere on the Lower Mississippi? Here’s a ghost story, and if you have a chance to find it, listen to Austin Lounge Lizard’s ”Boudreaux was a Nutcase.”
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who also has tons of fotos from Panama to put up.
This foto in no way conveys the intensity of this moment: that car crept down Iberville Street at dusk blasting out a shock wave of engine roar that rivaled the scream of 747 engines.
The shadow of Christ emerges on this end of St. Louis Cathedral as night falls.
Tugster dips his toe in the Mississippi near where Capt. John hugs the wharf just northeast of JacksonSquare.
This statue is called Old Man River, and I’m intrigued though
I’m deep in the “fog of travel,” a phrase I learned from David Hindin. So only the facts, here:
If you didn’t see it yesterday, check out bowsprite’s nola.
Muddy water fast and wide separates St. Louis Cathedral from
Tugboat New Orleans assists Power Steel make
Capt. Jimmy T. Moran, developed for the Panama Canal but never used there, heads downriver for an assist while
It would be easy to stay here longer, but . . .
Many more Louisiana fotos to come though.
If that wheel is working, then it can’t be anything in the sixth boro. These fotos of the steamer Natchez come from Capt. Justin Zizes.
who took them here in the proximity of the Greater New Orleans Bridge. Natchez the hull is a half century newer than her engine and machinery.
Tug in the foreground is Angus R. Cooper. I’m not sure what the pusher tug with barge is.
And a thousand miles to the northeast and fully accessible by water . . . a foto from Detroit, thanks to Ken of MichiganExposures, showing Wisconsin-built, New Jersey-powered Canadian-flagged bulk carrier Saginaw. Meeting Saginaw is mailboat J. W. Westcott.
Navigator? Sea Shuttle? Anyhow, bound from Rhode Island to Virginia.