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I had a chance to see Orange Blossom depart the sixth boro this morning, but since our current January light is so monochromatic, I thought to take on the tugboat/towboat question. Having said that, I’ve always considered Buchanan 12 (last one here) and Glen Cove (seventh foto here) as river tugboats or pushboats. Odin, depicted at the end of this post and possibly still in the Kirby yard in Houston, also has some towboat characteristics.
Olga G. Stone, big pushknees and little if any sheer . . . .
without a winch or H-bit . . . definitely a towboat.
Barbara E. Bouchard and in the lift Edwin N. Bisso . . . as definitely tugboats
Admiral Jackson . . . tugboat.
J. W. Herron . . . towboat, and I’d love to see her high and dry hull lines.
This unidentified Florida Marine vessel with tow is a towboat . . . . Note how the length of the tow
seems quite lengthened when you get a profile. Also notice the dance as the ferry Louis B. Porterie sashays between the two tows.
John Williams . . . towboat.
Ditto Alley Cat, Stone Power,
and Jerry Aragon.
This one I don’t see enough of to identify.
For nostalgia’s sake . . . a foto of Odin in the KVK . . . circa 2007.
All fotos above by Will Van Dorp. For some great towboat fotos check Boat Photo Museum and Ohio River Blog, recently added to my blogroll. Also, an excellent site is Dick’s Towboat Gallery. For more on the difference between tugs and towboats from TES, click here.
The day started early for me; here at 07:01, not knowing I’d see her later in the morning, I passed Weddell Sea in the notch.
By 07:47, I was in the McAllister yard, thanks to Harold Tartell and of course the McAllisters. Maurania III, also in last year’s race, will be the ride.
By 09:50, we were off Pier 84; W. O. Decker and Meagan Ann were already there.
Aound then, Debora, Susan, and Shawn Miller lined up for a family shot.
At 10:01, it’s Pegasus and . . .lo and behold . . . Weddell Sea has come out of the notch in the Upper Bay anchorage to join in the festivities.
I’ve never even seen this Little Toot. . . out of Highlands, NJ, and she’s not so little.
10:06 . . . Quantico Creek, Buchanan 1, Vulcan III, and Debora Miller begin to line up with us for the parade past Pier 84.
And when Weddell Sea and especially Lincoln Sea mingle with other boats, their size is apparent. … 8000 hp, Lincoln Sea, appeared in K-Sea colors in the 2006 race.
10:43 some of the boats have turned around and waiting for the race to begin . . . the tide is flooding, adverse.
10:45 . . . note the two dark green tugs Gage Paul Thornton and Thornton Bros. still needing to turn around, as does
Freddie K Miller.
If my camera clock is correct, the race started at 10:47, and
tomorrow I’ll get you the results.
It was great meeting/catching up with so many folks today, and again . . . thanks to Harold and McAllister towing for getting me on Maurania III.
These fotos taken since last Wednesday show part of the range of weather we’ve had since Wednesday. And here’s a surprise: Crowley’s Courage in the Stapleton anchorage . . . as of this writing, she’s off Florida halfway between Jacksonville and Miami.
Lincoln Sea, same day, off BAT, just before that wicked storm erupted . . . derupted/descended . . . Great pics at that link.
Buchanan 10 was making her way across the Upper Bay as
the wind started to kick up some splash. Did I get wet? Yup . . . but I always carry a dry bag for stuff that dislikes water. And I was afraid of getting zapped by the electricity in the sky as I walked home from the subway. Yup . . . tugster on the subway.. Hey . . . parts of the subway lines allow me to travel beneath the sixth boro without a submarine, as depicted by Duke Riley.
Here’s Siberian Sea, also on Wednesday.
Saturday morning light was quite different, after more than two days of rain. D . . . I hope that answers your question about shooting through glass. This was the huge 12,000 hp OSG Vision pushing OSG 350 westbound on the KVK yesterday morning. Given what ATBs work the Great Lakes, I’m wondering about the claim here that Vision, a year even, was the world’s largest ATB unit. On this foto, I’m also shooting into the morning sun.
Here Wicomico passes MSC Federica. Notice the white structure atop the containers (left of the turbine) on Federica.
Here’s a close-up. Anyone else notice it? . . . identify it?
Beaufort Sea passes Zim San Francisco.
By the way, what are those blue “seaco” units on San Fran‘s deck? Also notice the sailboat up there on the load!! Doubleclick enlarges.
Rounding out this post, my till-favorite large tug in the sixth boro . . . Atlantic Salvor, just a bit over half the hp of OSG Vision, not that hp tells the whole story.
Unrelated to this post but related to the major focus of this blog: I’ve adding the comment by R. A. Pena because it may please you and some of you may be prompted to research it. His note follows: with a bit of editing by me”
|we owe our life to the captn and crew of tug boat CABO ROJO; they saved us from capsizing on 13 of may 1966 on rough weather crossing from cuba to florida; will never forget them; our boat was a 17 footer; l was 18 yrs old at the time. now at 66 l would like to have a photo of the ship or his crew. god bless them and god bless america. note at the time of our rescue tugboat CABO ROJO was pulling 3 barges behind it with molasses on a trip from puerto rico to new orleans. who was to tell that [our] faint far away light was seen in the distance. it was going to be our salvation. thanks a million captn god bless. tugboat CABO ROJO and his crew. r .a. pena vero beach fl. 7-22-2012. note our boat the ANITA was abandoned to the mercy of the sea due to certain circumstances; every time l remember seeing it fade away under the lights of the reflectors of tugboat CABO ROJO l can’t stop tears . thanks again for saving our life. gratefully yours r.a pena”|
Mr. Pena . . . thanks for writing the wonderful note. I hope we can find a foto of CABO ROJO operating between PR and Nola in 1966.
This foto, and some others here, comes thanks to Xtian, who had a question about a model he’s building a few weeks ago. I hope someone can help. This drydock foto shows Abeille Liberté , which assisted in the salvage of MSC Napoli five years back. I’m guessing this is irrelevant, but “abeille” is the French word for “bee,” as in … the critter that makes honey and stings. This hull is nothing if not sweet yet efficient. As of this writing, Abeille Liberté is at the dock in Cherbourg.
fits that description. Here’s what Birk and Harold had to say about her. I got this foto Sunday, and the turbine WAS spinning.
Abeille Flandre is based east of Marseille in Toulon.
Here’s another of the same size and mission: Abeille Languedoc. As of this writing Abeille Languedoc is docked in Boulogne-sur-Mer, just west of the Calais/Dover crossing point in the Channel.
Finally, from Xtian, Baltic Warrior–built in
Poland West Germany* in 1964– towing a disabled Eleousa Trikoukiotisa to Malta, where she remains. As of this writing, Baltic Warrior is docked in Ramsgate. * means see Xtian’s comment. Baltic Warrior was originally Bugsier 26; here’s Bugsier (Hamburg)’s current fleet.
does Buchanan 12. Given that Buchanan 12 often pushes a half dozen or more stone scows, I’d could easily squint and tell myself she’s pushing Swinburne Island closer to New Jersey.
All fotos by either Herrou Xtian or Will Van Dorp.
Abeille International is a division of Boubon International. Here’s their fleet.
Actually that title captures 98% of this blog’s +1800 posts. And just as elsewhere in Gotham or anywhere else, so on the sixth boro what work you see depends entirely on your station. And my station this particular day was Tchefuncte River’s Equitable Equipment‘s hull # 1428, delivered in August 1966 as Red Star Towing‘s New Haven. Now she’s Freddie K. Miller; I took the foto below just over five years ago when she was Stapleton Service. I use this foto here because a downside of being on the tow is my inability to get a foto OF the tow.
At 0520 hrs, dawn was sweetest and coolest, from this point a mile south of Miller’s Launch. When I reported at 0530, the Miller’s yard was already busy.
Douglas B. Gurion headed west for passengers. The ferry is named for a victim of September 11.
0730 . . . we had passed under the Brooklyn Bridge and now could feast on this potpourri of Manhattan skyline. Side by side on the right are Gehry’s flowing-facade 8 Spruce (2011) and Gilbert’s spiky-tower (1913).
0815 . . . the crew have tied to the ConEd dock and Weeks’ crew has begun setting the spuds, for stability as the load is transferred. My very general understanding of this load is that ConEd purchased equipment from Manufacturer M. Company A trucked it to the Weeks yard because installation by land (by Company B) was less feasible than installation from water. Miller’s job was to move equipment on crane barge to ConEd so that Weeks–with collaboration from Company B–could set equipment exactly where it will be used.
Since my self-appointed job is to record details, check out Carolina IV, sailing westbound on the East river . . . hailing from Stockholm, Yes, sailing! and . . . yes . . . that Stockholm while
1215 . . . the spuds are up, the crane boom lowered and secured, Freddie K Miller has spun off the dock and now heads back westbound for the Weeks yard. If the grayish vessel in the foreground is locally known as a “honey boat,” then this has to be one of the sweetest scenes possible in these parts.
Meanwhile, close to Manhattan, Asphalt Star takes on bunker fuel from a Vane barge. That black hose . . . that’s like the hose at the pump where you fill your car tank.
By 1400, I’ve said my thanks to the crew of Freddy K Miller —who await their next job on this or another vessel–and the dispatcher, and take a break to examine a familiar sight: Alice, she who inspired my first ever blogpost!!
I’m slowing this down; yesterday I posted a record-setting 32 fotos, if I counted right. And I’m making this personal, dedicating this to my wonderful Colombian and Ecuadorian students and to my Indonesian relatives.
The population of Ecuador is 14 million, and the total personnel of the Navy is a bit over 7200. The logo on the “sail” between the foremast and mainmast promotes Ecuadorian tourism. If I had limitless funds and time, I’d go everywhere, but Ecuador includes Amazonian forest, high Andes, the Galapagos, and so much more.
Click here for Dewaruci’s itinerary on their round-the-world voyage.
As an archipelago nation made up of more than 18,000 islands, it’s not surprising it has a navy of 150 ships and 74,000 sailors. In the distance, that’s Buchanan 1 moving rock through the archipelago of the sixth boro.
I’m eager to see the wood carving closeup; as a kid, I was scared to visit my grandmother’s house because of a frightful Balinese mask hanging on her wall.
If you have the chance, visit these and other vessels around the sixth boro this weekend. Click here for further info. I’ll be working a dock of Staten Island Saturday morning and Brooklyn Sunday and Monday morning.
When I see foreign mariners, whether on modern cargo vessels or on tall ships, I recall reading that Ho Chi Minh (scroll through to the paragraph “In the USA”) traveled to the US aboard a ship 100 years ago exactly and lived here for a number of years. Too bad that story doesn’t have a happy ending.
Unrelated: Check this list of nations with tall ship/sail training vessels. It’s interesting to think of which do not . . .
Finally, thanks to all who voted for Peagus and LV-79; unfortunately they were not in the top four. We tried.
Doubleclick enlarges most fotos. Few words here, but lots of fotos of the cast that has now converged. Count them . . . five here and
Thanks to Working Harbor Committee for organizing and executing this sneak preview boat tour tonight.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Unrelated: See who I missed at South Street Seaport!@#@!!
It’s the shadow of the gangway as Laura K. sidles in for contact on the vessel with the illustrious name . . . Great Eastern, practically panamax 150 years ago.
Check out the light exactly two years ago . . . here. And my first greetings this morning came from the Easter ducks, who’d heard about an egg hunt, I believe. Mergansers passed too, but dove each time to hide bright colored bills.
Norwegian Gem, her bow painted like a post-modern Easter ovoid, sailed into a harbor entirely tinted with the rosy fingers of dawn, ending a passage from Cape Canaveral.
And two last beasts . . . unicorn and Oliphant . . . round out our marvelous menagerie