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DB here expands to “derrick boat, not a term that had been in my vocabulary before this season. Why DB #4 has been dubbed “the chief” I don’t know.
The next two photos show DB #4 eastbound near Schenectady a few days ago, pushed by Grand Erie and
boom resting on a scow.
Here’s the same derrick boat working on reinforcing a canal wall east of Herkimer back in August. The white tour vessel is Lil Diamond III operated by Erie Canal Cruises Herkimer.
In late September, here was DB 2A working near Newark. Note the elbow boom. Tug Syracuse is standing by with the scows.
Here’s another shot of those units. I’m not sure how the nomenclature makes this DB 2A.
Here’s DB 13 at the Genesee Crossing, i. e., the point where the Erie Canal and the Genesee make an X. Standing by here is Tender #9. I’m planning an encyclopedia of canal tenders soon.
I don’t know how many other functioning derrick boats work the Canal. One non-functioning one is here in Oswego.
Here’s what the sign out front says. I’m wondering if the other derrick boats above date from the same era.
Two shore mounted derricks are this one in Fonda and
this one at the junction lock in New London NY . . between Rome and Syracuse.
All photos by Will Van Dorp.
All I know about these photos is that they were in frames in the Baldwinsville Lockmaster’s office. He didn’t know who took them or what year they were taken. Can anyone answer those questions or identify any of the people shown in the photos of Sheila Moran, Cheyenne, and the Great Lakes tugs (I think) called Pennsylvania and Maryland.
Everyone has a white whale, something to obsess about. On the canal, that might be a bridge, famous enough for its low bridges since 1825 that songs have been spawned. One person’s white whale might be the abandoned rail bridge known as E-93 . . about 16 feet. We made it although the radio antenna sprang twice. I wonder why it’s not removed and recycled.
The Canal runs less than 400 miles across the state, but possibly because my journey has lasted over a hundred days now, it sometimes seems that I’ve crossed a continent since June, and an unfamiliar continent at that. The countless unexpected details–in spite of some familar ones–prompt the suggestion that these details are remnants of a lost civilization, vestiges of a culture that once valued them before those inhabitants vanished. All photos here by Will Van Dorp, taken between Brockport and Pittsford.
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