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This collage of orange and blue indicates that something unusual approaches . . .
0846 hr . . .
Atlantic Salvor might have been headed out on a long range mission, but
at this point, I realized this mission would begin in the Lower Bay of the sixth boro along with
lots of other vessels, although
something new this year was the escort of four commercial tugs: Sassafras, Miriam Moran,
Atlantic Salvor, and Normandy. 1150. I was happy to find someone to talk to.
It’s fleet week NYC. Welcome all.
It’s USS DDG 96,
HMCS D 282,
HMCS MM 700,
HMCS MM 708,
and LSD 43.
At 1216, Eric McAllister joins the welcome party . . .
An E-2 flew by too.
The message on the port wheel well ((?) amused me.
All photos by Will Van Dorp.
Here was last year’s arrival.
Yesterday was National Maritime Day. At the edges of the Upper Bay, people associated with the maritime industries gather for a memorial.
at Marisol Escobar’s American Merchant Mariners’ Memorial statue.
Two of the newest tugboats in the sixth boro–Fort Schuyler and Kings Point, named for two area maritime academies–stood off.
Service and sacrifice were honored.
All photos by Will Van Dorp.
I suppose I could call this RT 163b, since the photos in both were taken the same day, same conditions of light and moisture.
Let’s start with Charles D. McAllister with Lettie G. Howard bare poles in the distance.
Evelyn Cutler with Noelle Cutler is tied up alongside a barge with Wavertree‘s still horizontal poles. Click here to see Evelyn as I first saw her.
Viking is high and dry, post the winter work.
Timothy L. Reinauer is back in town after a very long hiatus, at least from my POV. This may have been the last time I saw her.
Mary Gellatly gets some TLC as well; click here for the previous time she was in a “random” post.
Beyond Mister Jim, a pile of sand is growing in the yard just west of the Bayonne Bridge on the Staten Island side.
Elizabeth and Marjorie B. McAllister head out for a job.
Tasman Sea heads for the yard as
And for closure, it’s Marjorie B passing in front of a relatively ship-free Port Elizabeth. Click here for a photo of Marjorie B high and dry a few years ago.
All photos by Will Van Dorp.
I considered calling this “random vessels,” since I haven’t used that title in a while, but here is a tighter focus for a few days: tugboats. Here I also randomize the backgrounds and seek out some vessels infrequently seen. Like the rare and exotic Shelby Rose and
Jay Michael and Vicki M and
Patricia with her racing stripes up against the gantry arms.
Wye River and James E. Brown here cross the south end of Newark Bay, where
Sandmaster has been tied up for (?) nearly a year now.
Sassafras did a circle in Erie Basin recently, and
Thomas, the Weeks tug, strode into town, picked up a barge and headed straight for Texas! The first time I saw Thomas was January 2009. Remember what memorable event splashed into the Hudson around the middle of that month?
Buchanan 12 here is light and seen from almost her prop wash. I hadn’t noticed the Boston registry before.
Quantico Creek stays local a lot, but Severn I don’t see much.
Here’s Tangier Island behind . . yes, Gerardi’s Farmers Market.
OK . . . that’s it for today. All photos by Will Van Dorp. More random tugs tomorrow.
Here was a clue that a ship was headed this way.
The next three photos here come from Roger Munoz, high atop the 74th St ConEd plant.
That’s Roosevelt Island on the other side, at the southern tip of which i waited.
Here the training ship passes under the 59th Street Bridge,
and past the Empire State Building . . .
escorted by a fireboat and
two McAllister tugboats.
Some of the cadets who made this journey last summer are already employed as professional mariners today. And somewhat related, any guesses how long ago this particular T/S Empire State, the VI, was launched? Click here for info on her former life. To see some dramatic shots of the knife edge cutting through the middle of the Atlantic, click here. If you’re impatient, jump ahead to the 3-minute mark.
Thanks much to Roger Munoz, a SUNY grad, for the three photos from high atop the East River.
And here is a time lapse gif of ES VI passing, thanks to Rand Miller.
So were the words of a bold attendant to Queen Victoria when the royal yacht was bested by a strange-looking upstart vessel from the former colonies called America. As the Queen revealed her ignorance of the rules, I too must confess that–like a an inhabitant recently retrieved from a remote island and watching a MLB or NFL game for the first time–I was largely unaware of what I was seeing. No matter, I enjoyed it and hope you enjoy these photos.
First, the muster. If you want the instructions, click here.
It certainly appears the Japanese boat here is being towed. Is this to demonstrate the foiling or train for it? Here’s an explanation of how these 3000-pound vessels fly .. . or foil.
If it seems that all the boats are identical except for the sponsors, you’re right.
The logo at the top of all the mainsails is for Louis Vuitton. Can someone explain why a trunk maker chooses to sponsor this race? Isn’t it somewhat like an Indy car race sponsored by Victorias Secret, Epifanes, or Penguin Books?
No matter, notice the throngs along the shore and the ledge of the building to the left? I think of the third and fourth paragraphs from Moby Dick:
“Go from Corlears Hook to Coenties Slip, and from thence, by Whitehall, northward. What do you see?—Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the bulwarks of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep. But these are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster—tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks. How then is this? Are the green fields gone? What do they here?
But look! here come more crowds, pacing straight for the water, and seemingly bound for a dive. Strange! Nothing will content them but the extremest limit of the land; loitering under the shady lee of yonder
warehouses Battery Park City will not suffice. No. They must get just as nigh the water as they possibly can without falling in. And there they stand—miles of them—leagues. Inlanders all, they come from lanes and alleys, streets avenues—north, east, south, and west. Yet here they all unite. Tell me, does the magnetic virtue of the needles of the compasses of all those ships attract them thither?”
The answer to that last question, it seems, is Yup!
I’m intrigued by this power cat . . . the timing vessel. Is its work called telemetry? Anyone tell me more about what instrumentation it contains? I’m wondering if this will be the official timer for the larger boat race next year in Bermuda.
I’m posting these photos earlier than usual today in hopes that they may prompt anyone who missed the race yesterday to brave the weather and watch today.
I’ll post some more tomorrow.
All photos by Will Van Dorp, who is grateful to Gerard Thornton for this platform. Click here (and scroll) for a photo of Eric R. Thornton.
This is a singular image, a 1969 tugboat in a century-and-a-half-old graving dock in Brooklyn. Some of you maybe saw it on FB, but not everybody wades in FB waters. What makes this photo so powerful to me is such a combination of composition, subject matter, and light that different people will look at this and see not all the same things. Some might see beauty, and others defeat . . . or power, or fatigue, expense, challenge . . . . It strikes me as not unlike this Mark Twain passage on conflicting ways of seeing a river. And I’ll stop myself here.
Click here for a favorite I took of the 1969 YTB-803 Nanticoke, now Robert E. McAllister.
Thanks again to Donald Edwards for permission to use this exquisite photo.
And while we’re on a Mark Twain morning, at the end of this post is a clue to my summer/fall employment.
With a tip of the hat to Hildegarde Swift and Lynd Ward, the title that came to mind as I shot these, and you’ll see why by the end. See the road signs up there intended for drivers on the Triboro Bridge?
Rewarding my wait, it’s Jaguar towing Highlander Sea into the Gate,
past the Ward’s Island Footbridge, and
Westbound the tow came at almost slack water and past
RTC 104 and
the Twins bound for Riverhead.
More on the brick building there with romanesque windows and green roof at the end of this post.
And here, when they were under the Queensboro Bridge, the title occurred to me . . . having the same syllabication and cadence as the Swift and Ward title.
Now we need a story, one that starts as hundreds could in tiny but huge Essex. Click here for my previous posts on Essex.
Maybe one about a fishing schooner design turned pilot boat turned yacht turned school turned . . .
fish market and restaurant/bar in the sixth boro. I hope they sell monkfish. These photos are compliments of my brother taken in Zwolle at a
Thanks bro . . .
All other photos here by Will Van Dorp.
So, thanks to identification by Jonathan Steinman, the brick building there is ConEd’s cogeneration plant at East 74th St. And this is a digression, but 74th Street has long been quite the interesting place.
Below was she on March 10. While I was away, she was refloated.
Below is March 19. To my surprise, the masts had been unstepped.
And below was yesterday, April 17, the day when Executive Director of South Street Seaport Museum, Jonathan Boulware, conducted a tour of the work in progress. Any errors in this reportage are due to my having forgotten my pen and pad.
Since the masts–at up to 20 tons each, if I heard that right–were unstepped, their cleanup and refurbishment has begun.
The underside of the whaleback shows the details of work already completed.
This is the interior of the upper stern, looking to starboard.
Access to the cargo areas during the tour was forward.
I’m eager to see what work gets done to the bowsprit. Check out this post (and scroll) from many years ago when Frank Hanavan and I put fresh paint on that bowsprit.
Wavertree had a tweendeck back in 1895, when she called briefly in the sixth boro, which you can read about here (scroll). In the photo below, you are looking through a hatch in the tweendeck down into the main cargo hold.
And here is the main payload space, the cathedral of cargo, looking toward the stern. On a modern vessel, this would be divided into watertight compartments.
I can’t say this is the manufacturer, but this is the concept–as I understand it–for this ballast.
Mainmast will be restepped here.
Here Jonathan explains the spar work.
When the project is completed, all these spars will be aloft and potentially functional.
This cross section of a spar shows the lamination of the wood. Some of these products are provided–I believe–by Unalam.
Here are some of the finer spars, along
with the directions for re-assembly.
Work going on in the rigging shed included stripping off the old coatings and recovering the high quality old wire of the standing rigging.
Worming, parcelling, and serving protects the wire and produces such sweet smells of pine tar.
Many thanks to South Street Seaport Museum for offering this work progress tour. Any errors here are unintentional and mine.
All photos by Will Van Dorp, who thinks anyone who hasn’t read A Dream of Tall Ships by the late great Peter Stanford would really enjoy the saga of Wavertree‘s arrival in the sixth boro as told in that book.
Navigator . . . until I looked carefully, I assumed she operated out of the Chesapeake/Elizabeth River in Virginia, because her colors are similar to tugs like Kodiak. But I stand corrected . . . Balisco Marine Services . . . I had not known that name.
And Realist, the nearer tug, I thought she was always at the dock, as here, tied in front of Hubert Bays.
Well, yesterday, Realist crossed the Upper Bay when I was there, and she needed the upper wheelhouse to see over GL66.
Below is a photo of Realist, taken not quite a year ago. In this batch of photos here from Paul Strubeck, you’ll find a photo of Realist fleet mate Specialist.
Here’s Dolphin, which I last saw in the Mississippi here almost a year and a half ago.
Yesterday the 70 degree air temperatures made the Upper Bay quite foggy, a nice effect.
And finally . . . Genesis Liberty, you can see her here in some of her previous lives– Hornbeck and before– in this post from eight years ago!!
Eight years ago, the skyline didn’t look this way either.
For more older photos of two of the tugs in today’s post, click here, a post from three years ago.
All the photos here by Will Van Dorp.