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Here was 28.
Click here for a photo of this tug showing its deep belly. How long has the canal owned her? Answer follows.
Click here for info on Arkansas-built Gelberman, here photographed yesterday pulling a tree out of the way of navigation.
Driftmaster I believe dates from 1947, making her older than me. Scroll through here for photos of Driftmaster helping with clean-up post Sandy.
Jersey City fire vessel Joseph Lovero is named for their dispatcher who died in that attack twelve and a half years ago.
343 arrived in the harbor nearly four years ago. Click here for the welcome ceremony in the harbor when she arrived in April 2010.
T-AKR 316 Pomeroy, named for a Medal of Honor winner who died on a Korean mountain at age 22, has been dry-docked in Bayonne for about a month now for maintenance.
Click here for more info on the Watson-class.
So we’re back to the beginning. Governor Roosevelt came to the canal as a steam-powered icebreaker in 1927! I’d love to see pics of canal traffic from back then.
All photos by Will Van Dorp.
But yesterday, along with a partner in crime to be identified later, we discovered not just one,
not just two,
but THREE tenders, hauled out like seals.
Wanna see that again?
How about a third count, just to make sure.
All photos by Will Van Dorp, whose fingers lasted in the cold long enough to take more, too, soon.
Here was the first in what could be a series. And this foto I’m happy again to credit to Bob Stopper, some of whose photos can be seen here. I’m not sure what the naming system is for Canal Corporation, but some of their vessels are named for towns with locks–like Pittsford– along the Canal.
In push gear and looking great at 85 years old, it’s Governor Cleveland.
If I still lived up that way, I’d get one of these, a buoy boat.
I don’t know how many of these there once were, but they are disappearing!
Click here for a foto of this deep looking Governor Roosevelt with her belly exposed.
There’s Grand Erie, and then there’s just plain Erie.
Then there are the self-propelled scows, but notice the difference in
engine exposure between this one shot by my sister and
SPS-54 shot by me
in August in Lyons.
Thanks to Bob and Lucy for these fotos. The last two are mine.
These fotos come from Phil Little, who took them from Weehawken. They complement the ones taken by bowsprite and published here a week ago. A strong ebb tide appears to be moving the big gray New York very quickly toward the Intrepid pier, but
the dance of three coordinated tugs makes the departure a study of efficiency, although–as Phil suggests, “there may have been some brow-mopping after they got LPD-21 straightened out” and proceeding southward bound for sea.
And here, thanks to my sister on Maraki, two landing craft exit a lock on the Erie Canal a few months back. Does anyone know their story?
Thanks much to Phil Little–showing closer-ups of Robert E. and Ellen McAllister and Resolute, here’s a differently cropped version of foto #1–
and the Maraki crew for these fotos.
Welcome to the Inner Harbor of Syracuse. It used to be said that from the Inner Harbor, you could go anywhere in the world. Or anyone from “anywhere in the world” could get here. That’s a bit of an exaggeration; for example, you couldn’t get here, the Bonneville Salt Flats. But then again, someone making that claim about the Inner Harbor wouldn’t need to get to this mineral-rich Utah deposit. Explanation follows.
I ended up in the Inner Harbor in August because I wanted to see the shops
where the Erie Canal tenders had been built. And I’m still working on that. But in the process I stumbled upon
Erie Canal here is today Erie Boulevard. And the sign above relates the upstate NY location to the Utah western surface deposit.
Stop by the visitors center if you are nearby.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
While the Roundup was happening 200 or so miles to the east in Waterford, a sailboat sank near Lyons, NY. Yesterday, the boat was raised. Text and fotos are compliments of Bob Stopper of Lyons, and published exclusively here.
“Saturday morning, the gentleman [at the wheel] did veer to try not hitting the bridge support. He skinned the support, but a railroad rail (iron) apparently used years ago for support around the concrete was sticking out about four feet and that is what caused the damage and sudden sinking.
Sunday 1:33 p. m. “The blue in the above pic is the covered propane grill and just a bit of flag is showing.”
“[ Wednesday] salvage crew from Syracuse floated and towed the vessel to our dock this evening. The salvage crew said it is a miracle that over the years no one else ever caught it with a sailboat…. Ironically, this same support was hit two weeks ago by another sailboat.”
3:57 p. m. Thursday
6:01 p. m.
7:06 p. m.
This is sad. Thanks much, Bob.
Here’s a collage of images as my last roundup 2013 post:
a half dozen working tugboats and a covered barge as seen looking east from the Second Street Bridge,
a swimmer in the water either doing a northern style Richard Halliburton re-enactment or setting out to do an underwater survey mission as the lock is –unbeknownst to her–about to open,
(For more complete info on what’s going on here with the swimmer, check this post by bubbling-blowing bowsprite.)
my possible future employer shoehorning an Eriemax passenger vessel into the first lock in the flight,
waterdogs go fishing,
a Dutch barge,
Urger dried out for some emergency surgery along
with Tappan Zee II,
Eighth Sea and Bill’s exercise machine,
the pilot’s understanding of the pushoff contest,
and in Troy, some public art designed to assist memory . . . the Soldier’s and Sailor’s Monument with goddess Columbia blowing her horn high above Troy, as seen from Tug44.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp. See you in Waterford in 2014, I hope.
Late October 2011, Day Peckinpaugh and Frances Turecamo float above Lock 3, post-Irene, seen here through the eyes of the master of Tug44.
Here’s Day Peckinpaugh last weekend, nose to nose with Urger, the latter here for shaft work.
Blount’s two decade old Grande Caribe applies the same design to contemporary passenger cruising. Notice the popped-down house; in this post from three years ago, the house is up. I’d love to hear from someone who’s sailed on one of these “small ship adventures.” Shipboard romance? What are the stopping off places for adventuring off the mother ship?
And compare the tug Frances Turecamo (1957) in the top foto to her incarnation now. It’s great to see her back at work.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Unrelated: Thanks to Jonathan Boulware , interim president of South Street Seaport Museum, for passing along this article and video of salvage of Astrid.
Today . . . as time constricts . . . just vessels, mostly under way, like Frances, at the confluence.
Govr. Cleveland and Eighth Sea, locking and swaying.
Eighth Sea, stopping at Rusty Anchor to lubricate a wobbly shaft . . . it was rumored.
I’m out of my depth here.
Kathleen Turecamo and Dean Reinauer, about to move RTC 106 downstream to the sixth boro.
Govr. Cleveland passing the scrap dock.
Herbert P. Brake pushing HR-Bass downstream. Crosby colors?
Benjamin Elliot at the Troy wall.
Gowanus Bay approaching the Troy lock.
Margot making a grand entrance.
Tender #3 near the Roundup.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who feels quite the time crunch right now.
First, and I quote, the roundup “began in 1999 as a way to preserve and promote the maritime industrial heritage of the State Canal System….” Many thanks to the sponsors and the volunteers. Thanks to the town for their “hawsepitality” (That’s Jed’s newly minted term.) which brings about 25,000 people to a Saratoga County town of fewer than 10,000.
What light is this illuminating the Second Avenue Bridge between the town and Peebles Island? And what is the kayaker . . .
and all these others looking at . . .
while bathed in varying light?
Waterford’s pyrotechnics are unusual because the geography makes you feel them. There’s light, sound, and some serious concussion, and that’s all one thing, singular. And the only thing I like more than watching the explosive colors is to see what they illuminate. . . like Mame Faye and the glassy water–after an almost shower–at the confluence of the Erie Canal and the Hudson River.
Scroll through here for my video of the show four years ago.
I’m awed by the power and flash reflected in this fresh water. Click here for my fotos from the first roundup I attended seven years ago.
And then it’s morning and time to clean up, check
the condition on the barge, move
the tow to a place where the ebris can be offloaded, and
send in the underwater inspection expert.
For that underwater inspection of prop and flanking rudders . . . that’s tomorrow’s post.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who needs to get to his paying job.
Here’s a fireworks post I did a little over a year ago.