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Here are a, b, c, and d from two years ago. As I write this, the Roundup has not yet finished. What’s left is the fireworks extraordinaire, the grand finale. But the Roundup begins with a parade up from Albany northward. On the west side of the river is I-787, and by parading along the Interstate at homeward rush hour Friday night, like a circus parade promenading past the farms, mills and markets of yore, this curious group of vessels is designed to convince weekend-planning commuters to hang out at the Waterford waterfront parts of Saturday and Sunday.
but Troy is proud of its present and
Once through the Federal lock,
The flotilla makes its way to Waterford. more on that the next few days.
Amen . . . thanks to the sponsors!! And I enjoyed meeting so many new people.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Posting every day and trying to maintain a “brand” entails a measure of risk taking that I’ve accepted. Maybe this will be a new series, one that might even get up to SBS 80, like the Random Tugs series. So, here’s a different version of a foto I used yesterday. Doubleclick enlarges. I think there’s something remarkable about this gunner, and that’s all I’ll say. Agree?
The links in this series relate in no way to the fotos, but check this out . . . $20 million in silver and other metals–7700 bars of it–somewhere along the bottom of the sixth boro since 1903? Is this serious?
A grainy documentary foto from the ever-perspicacious bowsprite: Cornell pushes a barge with a yellow schoolbus around the boro, certainly a remarkable cargo.
Another remarkable story, which I heard some time ago but have not followed up on: 15,000 pieces of munitions fell from USS Bennington into the Narrows in 1954, before the VZ Bridge construction began. Have they now been removed?
And from the clear-sighted John Watson, here’s a foto of Sgt. Matej Kocak arriving last Monday from Diego Garcia, a remarkable place I’ll probably never visit.
Equally remarkable is this reference to the island of Lokoko on a sign outside the Hurricane Club (SW corner of 26th and Park Avenue) in Manhattan. By the coordinates, Lokoko must be out there, near Tahiti. I love imagined histories as well as real fictions and everyday miracles. I haven’t been inside. I just stumbled upon this while waiting for a friend the other day. Read reviews here.
When I took this foto in 2006, I knew none of the folks depicted; more about this foto at the end.
This Sunday in the sixth boro is the 19th annual tugboat race. If you are free, come down to Pier 84. Will Beth M. McAllister be there? the young Pegasus?
In previous years, the weekend following the tug race in the sixth boro, there was a tug roundup in Waterford, NY. Bad news this year: because of Irene’s reckless bluster and immoderate rain, the 2011 Waterford Tug Roundup has been cancelled. I will miss the puppytugs,
Thanks to Stray for sending along this link to fotos of Irene devastation upriver. I feel sick. Crow and Wire, #94, 119, and 181, were at the Roundup last year. Black Knight, seen in a tugster post a week ago, shows up in #178.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Hercules . . . (keel was laid in 1915) has never visited the sixth boro and never will, but some rough water
The body of water in question here is between Zierikzee (marked with the red balloon with capital A) and Veere . . . on the island off to the southwest. Also notice Rotterdam, Antwerpen, and Brugge on the map.
Top two fotos used with permission from Kees (pronounced “case”) and Ingrid van Trigt; bottom foto thanks to Patty Nolan‘s own Capt. David Williams.
Finally, tugster made the front page of the Wall Street Journal, and . . . no ATF, FBI, IRS, EPIRB . . . no handcuffs, no raincoat covering my face, no sex or financial scandal, no announcement of an imminent run for office. Running FROM office to pick up a copy of the paper sounds like a much better idea. Lots of thoughts there from Cornell‘s Capt Matt Perricone there too. See “Old Salt” Rick’s post on the article AND the upcoming 19th annual Great North River Tug Race here; watch the video and you’ll see some of Rick’s and my footage from a previous race.
Unrelated: This weekend tugster has dispatched me on assignment/hazardous duty at the Pageant of Steam.
But first . . . Blue Marlin has sailed!! I went upriver Sunday midmorning, and soon thereafter, she headed for sea. Actually for Bonny Town, ETA July 4, 2011. Click here to see what this Niger River delta town looks like, and then you’ll know why they’re buying tugs–like ex-Curtis Reinauer below–and barges. The link explains the unusual house configuration. If anyone got fotos of Blue Marlin exiting the Narrows or wishes to shares fotos of the journey, please get in touch.
Click here for history, economics, and controversies related to the Niger delta. The Niger River, 14th in the world in length, flows through unlikely places such as Timbuktu–high on my “gallivant list”–and drains 10 nations. Name them?
Yesterday I volunteered on Pegasus for the Riverdale Riverfest. In fact, Robert Apuzzo just sent this foto; I’m the tall guy in faded blue on the “upper deck” in the gap between the stack and the house. I volunteer because it’s fun and important. As “safety officer,” I help ensure no one gets hurt, and since I like to talk, I answer questions. I’ve noticed people like to see the boats but also their own communities FROM the river. Ensuring “guest safety” is vital and sometimes difficult; a tugboat has industrial-strength hazards . . . it moves and steel is hard and forgiving, yet it is a fascinating opportunity: throbbing noise and vibration, power of invisible prop and rudder and versatile line, huge engine, …
Cornell was there also, here coexisting with human-powered vessels (HPVs). I love to kayak myself, but I suspect people in some HPVs underestimate commercial vessel speed and over-estimate their own visibility.
Spud barge Black Diamond served as a makeshift dock, serviceable but labor-intensive but the popularity of festivals like this illustrates the value of serviceable commercial docks in many more Hudsonsonian towns and cities. Imagine not only entertainment but also food coming ashore from boats for several reasons including reducing highway congestion. Vessels in Riverdale included also Mystic Whaler (1967 reproduction of a coastal cargo schooner) and fireboat John J. Harvey. Of course, the distinctive red barge is the itinerant Waterfront Museum, aka 1914-built Lehigh Valley 79.
Just north of Riverdale is Yonkers. This foto of Yonkers as a storm chased us upriver in 2010 shows two frequently inquired about buildings on the this part of the Hudson: the Yonkers Power Station and the “Blue Cube,” which has had lives as diverse as a test lab for PhelpsDodge and a movie studio.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, except the one thanks to Robert Apuzzo.
Imagine a tugboat with a bowsprit, at least some of the time? See the link at the end.
First from Robert Apuzzo . . . Crow (1963) in the East River, and
Susan Miller (1981, ex-Uncle Ned) in the Bronx River. Speaking of the Bronx River, here’s its namesake tug and some info on doings in the Bronx River this summer. By the way, you saw Bronx nearly lost in the lush bow pudding of Cornell here last September… scroll through a bit.
From John Watson, the newer (Feb 2011) and bigger (630′) orange juice tanker Orange Stararrives escorted by Laura K. Moran.
A distant sound like a train whistle Saturday morning . . . that was the aforementioned Cornell.
Like Eagle Service, Greenland Sea was originally built as a Bollinger-built Candies boat. . . Grant Candies (November 1996) and Doc Candies (December 1990).
Buchanan 12 (1972) heads into the East River. See her light here.
Thanks to Robert and John for sharing their fotos.
Unrelated: Here are some fotos from the Seattle Maritime Festival, tug race and more, from yesterday. Wish I’d been able to go. Here and here are some Seattle water fotos I took last summer. For updates on Coot, the tug in W. O. Decker colors, click here. Scrolling through you’ll also find some great tugboat names as well as the hull–high and dry–of a supertug under construction.
Also unrelated but . . a two-minute video honoring WW2 vets. Watch it all, please.
I manipulated the fotos, squeezing out some of the darkness, enhancing the little light in the original. The stem bitt in the lower right belongs to tug Cornell, attempting to get Kristin Poling unstuck from the ice. What does this look like to you . . . other than the obvious ship stuck in chunk ice?
I get competing thoughts and associations: like a submarine scene from a Jules Vernesque sci-fi movie, or
a vessel trapped in polar ice. No disrespect for the family or vessel name . . . but “poling” could be a verb referring to exploration of the top and bottom parts of the planet . . . as in “Peary left the sixth boro in the summer of ’08 aboard Roosevelt, headed north to go poling. . . .” My eyes could easily be convinced that the venerable Kristin P here is “poling.”
Imagine this stretch of the river six months forward or backwards. A deck in that location could be an idyllic spot to stretch out, enjoy summer heat, watch stars, and think of love or whatever you wish; a fit swimmer could slip into the water and drift or make for shore. However,
in January like this, the Hudson seems as inhospitable as the poles. Frederick Cook, Peary’s physician in the 1891-2 “north poling” expedition and later a challenger to Peary’s claim to have reached the North Pole first, said this about being in the frozen north: “We were the only pulsating creatures in a dead world of ice.” I can imagine the crews of Kristin Poling and Cornell thinking that . . . at least they and the reliable engines in the vessels.
Cook was a founder member of NYC’s Explorers Club.
Again, many thanks to Paul Strubeck for the fotos, which you may have seen in different format on Paul’s facebook page.
A general thanks for people sending me fotos. Blogging allows some stupendous collaborations.
Thanks to M. McMorrow for sending. Notice the cruise ship, the Intrepid, several sizes and types of tugs, as well as the Concorde! Unfortunately, the blimp–on its way to the tennis tournament–had just escaped from the foto.
Thanks to Stephen Sisler. Any guesses who’s atop the wheelhouse?
Do you recall that Cornell struggled in a pushing contest with The Bronx? (That’s “struggled” to restrain all forward movement.) The next two fotos come compliments of Jim Levantino, who saw that struggle from The Bronx having the pleasure of getting buried
deep within Cornell‘s … er … whiskers.
Here’s my foto of the very same moment, as recorded from high atop the house.
Thanks to Elizabeth … it’s a blogger fotografing within the confines of Troy’s Federal Lock.
And going back to late August, thanks to Eric Graybill, crewman on Bold (See 6th foto down.), who sent these fotos of Gazela making
her way, motorsailing
up Delaware Bay. Recognize anyone on deck Gazela? Gazela will be returning through the sixth boro in mid-October on its way to the oysterfest. Keep your eyes peeled; this blogger will await them at the Narrows or –near the “Gate” in the East River.
All fotos as credited. Only the fifth foto by Will Van Dorp.
Details today, delightful ones like the house of Crow,
stern of Margot in front of portside and rope fender Governor Cleveland,
stern of The Chancellor in front of Margot,
stern of Wire and Governor Cleveland,
lots of stacks,
bow wave of Wire,
W. O. Decker downbound in Federal Lock,
bows of MV Bear and Seahorse (from Ontario and Connecticut, respectively),
and bow of Hestia in front of Crow.
The Roundup had two music stages this year: New York Canal System tug Grand Erie and Lehigh Valley barge 79 . Enjoy these snippets from a group called Tug Bitts.
Capt. Walter E. Hughes joined Tug Bitts on stage for this unlikely Johnny Cash piece.
The Roundup begins with a parade between the Port of Albany and the wall below Lock 2 at Waterford. Waterford is the easternmost point on the Erie Canal. From wherever they find themselves, crews and vessels begin to gather around mid-day Friday. Benjamin Elliott headed south from Waterford,
Cornell saved fuel, waited at the wall, and met the parade just below the Federal Lock,
Crow joined in at its place of work,
Governor Cleveland, Grand Erie, and W. O. Decker traveled down from the Waterford wall,
some traveled in pairs like Chancellor and Decker,
Grand Erie and Decker,
and Gowanus Bay arrived from the south.
Some folks and boats worked en route in one way or
Lots of folks and some vessels worked during the Roundup. The fireworks barge would not have been in place without the efforts of Mame Faye.
Wind roar, spray, hiss, deep pitched throb, horns tuning up, whistles, pipes, percussion, more horns, and whoopnhollering of the crowd on Saturday night.
Fotos and video by Will Van Dorp.
More from the Roundup tomorrow.
Related: World Canals Conference starts next Sunday in Rochester, NY.