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What Rip Saw 2

A year ago, I wrote here about my following in Rip van Winkle‘s footsteps, hiking to the summits in search of the ghosts with the keg of purple magic liquor.  This post stays at river level, where sights appear like a 50’ Issuma hustling along with only slightly-shorter  Rosemary Ruth on the hip.   By […]

What Rip Saw

Besides the “first” last name van, Rip van Winkle and I share some history of profound enough unhappiness to consider disappearance;  I weathered the “storm” in plain sight whereas he went into these rocky banks of the Hudson River and stayed up here for 20 years, returning with some cockamamie story about being kidnapped or befuddled by outlandishly-dressed […]

Down at the Rip Van Winkle Bridge

As this blog evolves, I sometimes try to show what’s up in those hills, as seen from the hills like this one in March 2017, instead of what you see in instances when then light is unfavorable. Olana is the hilltop mansion above the Rip Van Winkle Bridge, built by an artist whose commercial success […]

Lil Rip

Reference “Random Tugs 44.”  The first time I saw Lil Rip, I didn’t even take a foto: I was in the Feeney yard on the Rondout, steady rain was creating lots of mud,  and the only parts of Lil Rip visible to me was the house and name.  But that was enough to intrigue me. […]

Hudson Downbound ’18a

Here’s a Hudson down bound set of three posts I did five years ago, in a different season. This trip starts at Scarano’s just south of Albany, where a crew picked up excursion boat Kingston for delivery to Manhattan.   Last fall after delivery up bound, I posted these landmarks. Spirit of Albany (1966), operated […]

What Emma Said

This post follows in the spirit of What Rip Saw 1 and 2.  And the Emma in question is she who wrote the New Colossus.  Her ghost whispered to me yesterday as I looked south from the Battery and saw among other things the muddy tinge to the waters, a hint of freshet from upriver. […]

Truckster #10

If you’re reading this, then tugster has again left the Tower for another gallivant, maybe a coddiwomple, this one off wifi for a while, at least a week. This post will be placeholder until I’m back, so I’ve got to come up with a memorable narrative, although obviously, I took the photos down south. Imagine a […]

What the Colonel Taught Me

We all have our colonels or folks like him, Col. James M. Schoonmaker.  The photo below, in the center, shows the man.  While he’s important, I’m really talking about the vessel shown in yesterday’s post. After the war, the colonel made a fortune in coke, not the carbonated, heavily-sugared beverage.  The colonel and the iron […]

Hail to the New 2

Whether you’re working or not, January 1 is a transition, a bridge between years.  And that brings me to the handsome bridges below.  The nearest is a rail bridge.  Can you identify the location? Here you can see parts of all four bridges.  Answer follows, but I’m thinking to float and paddle through here in […]

Exotics 7

Elsbeth III appeared in the Lower Bay on AIS Thanksgiving Day morning, and no matter the temperatures, I headed out to the surest intercept for photos. It turns out she’s not the boat I’d seen here over two years ago, delivering 20 barges all at once . . .  but the fleet sisters surely look […]