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,
cradled on the broad back of Mighty Servant? The answer is . . . it’s complicated and it’ll take paragraphs and chapters to relate.
And I certainly don’t know much of the story. What I do know is that at 0902 today, here’s what I saw.
The barges loaded yesterday were still being secured, crew fine tuning as they would a huge
musical instrument. What music would you like the Mighty Servant to play today?
0951 hr . . . Charles D. McAllister and Gabby Miller brought their various powers to bear on the travelers.
Centurion and Hercules have pleasingly different bows.
Note the small boat (Bobby G?) preparing Centurion’s entry.
Even Bohemia comes by.
1047 hr . . . shoehorning is happening on the far side as Albermarle Island passes with a load of Ecuadorian fruit.
From this angle, Mighty Servant thusly loaded reminds me of an ocean going sidewheeler, like SS Savannah.
By 1047, she seemed loaded and I couldn’t tell if
the deballasting aka raising had begun.
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.
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December 18, 2011 at 1:59 pm
Johna Till Johnson
Fantastic sequence of photos, Will!
But you’re leaving us hanging… how DID the two of you (from Maine and Massachusetts) meet? At a convention for residents of states beginning with “M”? 🙂
Keep up the great work, please!! And Merry Christmas, happy New Year, and a wonderful 2012!
December 18, 2011 at 2:09 pm
doryman
Two people from nearly adjoining states, in company, does not seem incongruous, but the intense interrogation begs an explanation. Was the customs agent hardwired for paranoia?
December 18, 2011 at 2:19 pm
tugster
johna and doryman–
i think i transmit an organic frequency that causes border guards to heighten their scrutiny. maybe i had too broad a grin on my face after splashing in the waters of st. lawrence? st. lawrence is the patron saint of libraries, which would include erudite frivolity . . . and maybe he (the agent) couldn’t understand the sh**-eating grin we both wore after a lovely weekend? these years i’ve learned to reduce my paragraphs and chapters to one-word grunts, esp. in dealing with border agents. on the other hand, maybe this guy had voyeuristic intent . . . like the TSA screener who recently revealed too much interest in what he saw: http://www.wired.com/dangerroom/2011/10/tsa-vibrator/
December 18, 2011 at 10:46 pm
Paul Welch
Your Mighty Servant 1 pictures and story are out of this world.
Thanks. Paul from Penney Farms
December 20, 2011 at 7:51 pm
Randy
Tugs are registered in NY and San Fran . Nor are they their homeports. Cases in point : A vessel registered Bern Switzerland and American lakers registered in Wilmington Delaware. In the case of the American lakers they aren’t able or classed to go outside the Great Lakes.
December 31, 2011 at 1:10 pm
bowsprite
“Albermarle Island passes with a load of Ecuadorian fruit.”
hmm: Albermarle Marmalade. I’d like to do their jam jar label.
December 31, 2011 at 1:14 pm
tugster
hey, bowsprite . . . just do some sample labels, send them to the company or let me put them up on tugster . . . mebbe they’ll commission you.