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South Brother Island. We paddled from Long Island City to land on this otherwise off-limits bird sanctuary. Besides all the plastic and styrofoam we tallied up-debris that’ll linger for at least the next few centuries-
the beach was strewn broken glass, coal chunks, shells . . . Bag it all, and then you see more.
A motorboat served as garbage scow to haul off the 20 garbage bags of debris-two trips-
before riding the tide eight miles back to Long Island City
avoiding differently maneuverable traffic.
All we lacked was an expedition illustator.
I don’t use the word much, either because I lack it or because it’s such a given that I’ve become unaware of its existence in my life… and I really can’t tell which. McAllister Girls motors determinedly to prevent the momentum about 500 times its mass from crushing a dock.
Meet the momentum, APL Cyprine, entering port at dawn a few days before the fall equinox
like the dark power its name suggests
But Girls and Rowan McAllister vector the 5000+ TEU Cyprine into its slot
Two tugs v. 5000 trucks move it in place
and all before breakfast and
without doubt that three more shifts can be done before lunch.
All fotos, Will Van Dorp.
Traffic congests highways, expressways, parkways, boulevards, avenues, and even my street. KVK this morning had lots of free water as James Turecamo and Turecamo Girls sauntered past,
then Odin scooted by straight-kneed on this side of a Bouchard boat
and bent-kneed back. Oh, the myriad ways to interpret that!
Atlantic Companion headed for sea alone
whereas a plethora of tugs crisscrossed in front of Ever Diamond‘s path.
I learned a new term today . . . parcel tanker. According to Poten & Partners, it’s a ”ship fitted to segregate a large number of products.Some …, called chemical carriers, can handle more than a dozen materials simultaneously.Most of these ships have tanks made of stainless steel or lined with inert, easily cleaned coatings.This equipment permits carriage of high-purity or corrosive materials, or simply the use of tanks for a succession of assorted materials without contamination problems.The trade likes to call these flexible vessels ‘drugstore ships’.”
But does anything alarm you about the foto below?
So I imagine this vessel offloading in Port Newark: orange juice in silo 37, walnut oil in 66, sulfuric acid in 07, yes–bowsprite–chianti in 22, oil of olay in 65, cheap whisky in 99, foodcolor red 8 in 08, and somewhere goes the cod liver oil, molasses, and honey. And then a fleet of trucks arrives to haul the goods to a collection of factories, groceries, liquor stores, and pharmacies somewhere north or south of I-80.
But I hope no tempests come up before Helluland gets to port. So is this vessel unusually low in the water? And where is this parcel tanker’s namesake? Answer below.
I sat on my rocky island, connected only by a repurposed plank to the south side of KVK, lost in revery as I weighed my stresses, fractures, tempests against my blessings
when a tugboat slowly coasted my way, glancing first sidelong, then head on. First I thought it was posing, but as it approached 50 feet, 20 feet, 5 feet . . . I wondered whether I might get shanghaied or donkey-kicked . . .
but when I saw the previous name, it all made sense in the remnants of my agrarian brain that recalls the curiosity as well as the tolerance of that species.
The grass is greener on this side of the KVK, the treats sweeter, the pizza better certainly.
As it backed away from my rock, I swear it mooed, satisfied after munching bankside hay. Sea Ox, ex-Leif S, original habitat was in Morgan City, LA, the same yard as June K, featured in many postings.
I have to confess . . . come clean . . . I have a drinking habit, and the vessel below contributes to it.
Vessel name is Orange Star, ex-Fife and originally Andalucia Star when launched in 1975 on the River Tees as a Blue Star reefer. Maybe my habit predisposes me to think her lines beautiful, colors perfect, sheer excitingly dramatic, appearing smaller than her 580′ LOA. Laura K. Moran escorts her out to sea lest her elegance overcome imbibing shorefolk like myself.
Further self-disclosure … my beverage of choice is orange juice, and . . .
at least twice a month, Orange Star sails into Port Newark to pipe off her delectable liquid. For more on the intriguing history of this tanker–spanning apartheid boycotts and the Falklands War–see links here and here.
Here’s a description of cargo handling in a similar vessel, Orange Blossom. Next time you indulge in this drink, check the provenance info on back of the carton. And threats to Florida’s oranges, here. And where 48% of the world’s OJ comes from?
Jeff Anzevino posted these shots of fotorazzi extraordinaire atop tug44 on his picasa page about the Waterford Tug RoundUp. Jeff is giving a slide show in White Plains on Sept 15 (That’s THIS Monday) at the “Color Camera Club.” For directions and program, click here. According to Jeff, his show will feature aerials of the Hudson River (Yonkers north to Columbia County), tugspotting photos he’s made over the past decade, and brand new NYC and Waterford fest photos.
I’m glad Jeff’s didn’t capture my expression just after Fred sounded his airhorns and I almost thought to dive for safety into the Hudson.
Below, inside a Hudson River barge below, Jack Casey debuted rousing songs from his play called “The Trial of Bat Shea,” to be performed in Troy, NY, on Sept 19, 20. For more info, scroll through the Renssalaer County Historical Society site. Deft musicianship, rousing then haunting lyrics, unflinching emotional presence . . . that’s how I’d describe the pieces Jack played in the barge. “… Bat Shea” tells a true story of a rigged election, unjust murder conviction, and callous execution of a man known to be innocent. And Jack . . . hope you make a CD soon.
Also, coming up soon, it’s Riverkeeper’s NY Waterfest . . . a celebration of the sixth boro as a place to play and work. Sept 28: 3rd annual Waterfest in New York City’s Battery Park City. A day dedicated to raising awareness about the importance of the Hudson River to New York’s history, commerce, arts, and culture, as well as the sources of and threats to NYC’s drinking water supply. Speakers, water sports, hands on activities for all ages, a green village and more!
W. O. Decker, looking huge here relative to Thimble, was dwarfed in this shot last winter beside Curtis Reinauer.
M. V. Bear . . . the M and V as in “masquerading vessel,” given what’s
in the window? The colors remind me of an incomplete Urger treatment.
Trilogy is one of only four
built by the now-defunct Cape Ship of Massachusetts.
Of course, then there’s tug 44, a pleasure tug that earns its keep transporting fotorazzis like Fred himself, hurrying off here on his next assignment, and many others, but that’s for tomorrow.
Fred’s project of several years and 1000s of water miles yields has yielded a first-rate photoblog. For at least the past two years, he’s braved his fiberglass Tomco craft in the Troy lock with a myriad of steel vessels to get the best fotos. Go to his “tugboats-trawlers…” section and scroll all the way through the see a range of vessels, including a floating prison barge.
Tug44‘s foto compliments of Elizabeth Wood; all others, Will Van Dorp.