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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.
Late October 2011, Day Peckinpaugh and Frances Turecamo float above Lock 3, post-Irene, seen here through the eyes of the master of Tug44.
Here’s Day Peckinpaugh last weekend, nose to nose with Urger, the latter here for shaft work.
Blount’s two decade old Grande Caribe applies the same design to contemporary passenger cruising. Notice the popped-down house; in this post from three years ago, the house is up. I’d love to hear from someone who’s sailed on one of these “small ship adventures.” Shipboard romance? What are the stopping off places for adventuring off the mother ship?
And compare the tug Frances Turecamo (1957) in the top foto to her incarnation now. It’s great to see her back at work.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Unrelated: Thanks to Jonathan Boulware , interim president of South Street Seaport Museum, for passing along this article and video of salvage of Astrid.
Today . . . as time constricts . . . just vessels, mostly under way, like Frances, at the confluence.
Govr. Cleveland and Eighth Sea, locking and swaying.
Eighth Sea, stopping at Rusty Anchor to lubricate a wobbly shaft . . . it was rumored.
I’m out of my depth here.
Kathleen Turecamo and Dean Reinauer, about to move RTC 106 downstream to the sixth boro.
Govr. Cleveland passing the scrap dock.
Herbert P. Brake pushing HR-Bass downstream. Crosby colors?
Benjamin Elliot at the Troy wall.
Gowanus Bay approaching the Troy lock.
Margot making a grand entrance.
Tender #3 near the Roundup.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who feels quite the time crunch right now.
First, and I quote, the roundup “began in 1999 as a way to preserve and promote the maritime industrial heritage of the State Canal System….” Many thanks to the sponsors and the volunteers. Thanks to the town for their “hawsepitality” (That’s Jed’s newly minted term.) which brings about 25,000 people to a Saratoga County town of fewer than 10,000.
What light is this illuminating the Second Avenue Bridge between the town and Peebles Island? And what is the kayaker . . .
and all these others looking at . . .
while bathed in varying light?
Waterford’s pyrotechnics are unusual because the geography makes you feel them. There’s light, sound, and some serious concussion, and that’s all one thing, singular. And the only thing I like more than watching the explosive colors is to see what they illuminate. . . like Mame Faye and the glassy water–after an almost shower–at the confluence of the Erie Canal and the Hudson River.
Scroll through here for my video of the show four years ago.
I’m awed by the power and flash reflected in this fresh water. Click here for my fotos from the first roundup I attended seven years ago.
And then it’s morning and time to clean up, check
the condition on the barge, move
the tow to a place where the ebris can be offloaded, and
send in the underwater inspection expert.
For that underwater inspection of prop and flanking rudders . . . that’s tomorrow’s post.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who needs to get to his paying job.
Here’s a fireworks post I did a little over a year ago.
“Blue is the colour of the sky . . .” in the Donovan song of almost a half century ago, but this isn’t a post about foliage, although I took this foto Friday . . . if you’re wondering why I didn’t post. Guess the location?
Brown is the color of the Hudson, yesterday, as seen high above crane barge Columbia (and Sarah Ann??) viewed from Storm King, about 60 miles north of the sixth boro.
Brown flows under Margot and Benjamin Eliott at Waterford about a hundred miles north of Storm King.
It has been the color of the Hudson and feeders streams since the visitation of Irene (note the high point on the Second Street Bridge) and the rest of the rainy season in the Hudson and other Northeast watersheds.
waters through the rock
Fotos by Will Van Dorp. More Donovan?
And speaking of colors from inks and pigments as multi-hued as nature up north, check this out from my favorite niche-leaping, river-crossing, shipshifting cliff-dweller . . . and so much more.
For explanations on all manner of color, checkin with seaandsky.
My last post on the Roundup is a catch-all with some video at the end. It include vessels that just happen to be in the area. Like Kathleen Turecamo (1968), docked at Port of Albany.
Cynthia of C. D. Perry. Notice the exposed engines, and
follow the vertical shaft of the drives. I’d love to see what’s below the waterline. Doubleclick enlarges most fotos.
Mame Faye actually works during the Roundup and allows no tours. I suppose what you see is there what you see. The major task she performs during the event is driving the barge that carries the pyrotechnics, always a first-rate show by Alonzo. Mame Faye got over 80 votes this year in the “people’s choice” tug contest, and I hope she wins next year.
In the yard up by Lock 3 waits the Frances
Turecamo (1957). Note the wood-grain illusion painted onto the house.
Beautiful as an old Land Rover used for agricultural work, this one is nameless and peerless, and for sale.
If it’s still for sale, you could paint it orange and call it Tiger Lily.
I love the H-bitt and deck fittings but I can’t store a boat in my current location and will have to stay
with human-powered boats. That being said, this is an eye-turner.
Push contests here include: 1. Decker bested by Gowanus Bay, 2. Gowanus Bay v. tug44 that feels like porcupine love, 3. Indignant noises raised by the Sheriff’s boat, 4. Decker getting pushed nearly to the Canadian border by The Chancellor, 5. Decker besting Atlantic Hunter who then needs the Sheriff to assist, and 6. Toot Toot treating a push-off against The Chancellor as a love-nuzzling fest and the larger boat backing off in … embarrassment?
Donjon’s Empire walks circles and other boats whistle their appreciation and Crow demonstrates its house-raising ability.
Fotos and video by Will Van Dorp.
Details today, delightful ones like the house of Crow,
stern of Margot in front of portside and rope fender Governor Cleveland,
stern of The Chancellor in front of Margot,
stern of Wire and Governor Cleveland,
lots of stacks,
bow wave of Wire,
W. O. Decker downbound in Federal Lock,
bows of MV Bear and Seahorse (from Ontario and Connecticut, respectively),
and bow of Hestia in front of Crow.
The Roundup had two music stages this year: New York Canal System tug Grand Erie and Lehigh Valley barge 79 . Enjoy these snippets from a group called Tug Bitts.
Capt. Walter E. Hughes joined Tug Bitts on stage for this unlikely Johnny Cash piece.
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.
Just back from the Roundup, but before I can relax, I want to download my fotos and put a few up. Below is a lineup as seen from the 2nd Avenue Bridge to Peebles Island.
Another lineup, as seen from the fotog boat–Tug 44–loitering just north of the 112th Street bridge. Many thanks to Fred and Kathy.
Left to right inside the Federal Lock, the Erie Canal’s largest and newest tugboat, Grand Erie (ex-USACE dredge tender Chartiers, 1951!!) and Urger, (1901!) a frequent focus of this blog. Type Urger into the search window.
Throngs crowded the waterfront in Waterford this weekend all day.
Just after dawn on Saturday fog rises from the calm waters.
W. O. Decker won the “people’s choice” vote.
Empire wins my prize for the most altered color from last year.
My thanks to the sponsors. I appreciate your sponsorship.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp. More Roundup fotos and videos this coming week.