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Transitioning from the “farm tugs” post, enjoy Governor Roosevelt, sister of Governor Cleveland, both came to the canal to break ice and do other tasks in 1927 as steam tugs. If you add the ages of Governor Roosevelt, Governor Cleveland, and Urger . . . you have almost three hundred years of boat work. I found Roosevelt hauled out last weekend along the Erie Canal in Lyons.
Edna (1997) was hauled out for some work recently along
Blount in 1958. Here’s George (a 2009 vessel with a simple name) taken recently in Lake Charles, LA.
And (once again . . . might she be languishing?) Grouper, a year away from a century old. This is how she looked last weekend, and I’d love to hear an update on efforts to bring her back to life, lest she become HMS (heavy melt steel).
What a treat . . . swimming beneath the first summer full moon of 2011 in a new climate zone for me. No matter what other people call it, I’ll call it “gallivant and relax” moon.
The day before . . . at the mouth of the St. Johns River, a shrimper, one would hope carries more “swimmy-things” than birds, although there’s no guarantee. I love the two pelicans on the portside gear.
This is looking west here along the channel between Fisher Island (south) and Dodge Island, where the container port is located. Being here has forced me to look at and appreciate the development of greater Miami and Biscayne Bay in a whole new way . . . Venetian Islands?!@!#!!
Fisher Island, named for an automotive tycoon –still possibly the most exclusive neighborhood in the USA–has its own ferry system.
Uh . . . outboard up? Just an illusion. And official uniform? uh . . . just a hot-day display. This one’s small enough to be trucked, yet it
can move a sizeable barge. No name was visible anywhere as it passed through the KVK Thursday. In the background is (I think) St. Andrews, leaning on the landing at Snug Harbor. That’s the salt dock to the left.
This incognito truckable tug herded up a smattering of scows over at Bergen Point, on the western Bayonne side of the Bayonne Bridge. Remember, most fotos enlarge when you doubleclick on them; I notice raised letters “reliant” on the back of the house just above the two hanging lengths of line. Reliant?
Any guesses on the size of the red tug headed to the southwest across the Upper Bay? I’ll give dimensions a little farther. For now, that’s the Red Hook Container Terminal in the background with Mary Whalen (red house) docked along the pier with the blue warehouse.
It’s Louise, first time for me to spot. Louise came off the Oyster Bay Jakobson ways in 1959: 34′ loa x 11.’
Compared with Rae (green) built 1952 and 46′ x 15′ x 5,’ the farther half of this tandem, Robert IV is newer and larger: built in 1975 and 54′ x 22′ x 9.’
With their low bows and push knees, these are river and harbor tugs.
It’s Glen Cove with a “side tug” or “outrigger tug.” Don’t quote me on those terms; I just made them up. I took this foto the day the fleet arrived; all the folk outside the house had something of a water platform to see and salute the fleet.
On Glen Cove‘s starboard hip, it’s Harbor II, which first appeared here. For one of Glen Cove‘s previous appearances, click here; use the search window on upper left to find the others. Dimensions: Glen Cove is the largest (actually not small at all) in this post: 71′ x 28′ x 11′ launched in 1975 and having previously starred as Mary Gellatly, Philadelphia and Capt Danny.
Last one for now, it’s Maria J (ex-Jesus Saves built 1971 and 63′ x 22′ x 9′) . . . I know I’ve told you that before, but I just love that name as I do its former New England registry.
All these smaller tugs has traversed the sixth boro in the past month; all fotos . . . Will Van Dorp.
Motivation for small tugs? Some call them “rule-beaters.”
For info on where the canal is, see this post from last year. The distant red tug you see in that link is the 1907 Pegasus recently in drydock but now getting springtime service. I visited this area of Jersey City and posted fotos a year ago here.
So yesterday seemed ripe for a revisit–as well as an ideal time to help with the springtime chores on Pegasus. Here, from near to far are Little G, Sandy G, Katherine G (featured here), Pegasus, and a bit of Patriotic.
In the same order, this shows a closer view of Little G, and
as seen from Pegasus, this view of Patriotic as
well as this one.
Shooting back toward the east, a classic 43-footer, Linda G, and
Annie G II (whom I’d imagine as Littlest G) . That’s the lower Manhattan skyline in the background, exactly the location from which I shot the first foto in the first link of this post.
Here’s Cape Race, featured here, still on the south side of the Canal.
Some details on these:
Sandy G (1962), Katherine G (1981), Patriotic (1937, a Bushey formerly known as Rainbow), Linda G (1943), and Annie G II (2000). Cape Race is Quebec-built, 1963.
All fotos, Will Van Dorp.
Happy . . . . first sunny Sunday in April. With balmy weather and a full spectrum of light conditions this first weekend of April, just call it the weekend right before summer although it may snow yet this spring . . . Whatzit below? I’ll do a post on Gabby soon; for now that’s all I’ll say.
Oleander heads off to Bermuda while Baltic Sea enters the east end of KVK.
Kuroshio Express flushes water through its dolly partons while arriving for its boro-6 appointment, escorted by
Patapsco prepares for an assist.
Ellen McAllister escorts in Zim Virginia.
As I watched from pier 66, Melvin E. Lemmerhirt passes between me and the setting sun, which
All fotos taken on good Friday afternoon by Will Van Dorp.
As Fuji is a source of unity for all and inspiration for artists, so is our Lady. Today I’ll purloin the words of
Emma Lazarus, who wrote, “Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, with conquering limbs astride from land to land; here at our sea-washed
sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles.
From her beacon-hand glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command the air-bridged
harbor that twin cities frame. “Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she with silent lips. . . .” And you probably know the rest.
A bulked-up Helen Parker plays here, and
as does this Bouchard barge No. 85.
Different photographers help her give illusions of cavorting atop dredger New York or
Other vessels pictured include Liberty IV, schooner Pioneer, and ferry Spirit of America. Also, in the second foto, notice the club/barge William Wall between the sailboats and Ellis Island.
As I look at these two days of shots, in response to the survey about whether NYC’s sixth boro needs a seasonal light display, it occurs to me that some shots are missing, like Liberté as seen from outside the Narrows, atop the gantries at Bayonne and Port Elizabeth, from an aircraft above 1000′, and from the peak of a tall building in Newark. Anyone help?
Parting shot: one of my own favorites.
And for an artistic influence on Bartholdi, see a painting called La Vérité by Jules J. Lefebvre completed before Liberté, click here.
Like most folks’ personal trajectories, mine arcs through unlikely sequences, unpredictable turns. Before moving here, I lived in coastal northeast Massachusetts and southeast New Hampshire for 15 years. I might be biased, but modern lobsterboats, I still think, are beauties. The sixth boro needs a dozen lobsterboats to enhance the diversity of vessels working here; of course, I don’t know what work they would do.
Here are some fotos taken very recently in Portsmouth, New Hampshire,
Gloucester (Choice made with Peter Mello in mind),
Seabrook again and
I just love them. Some background links here on two places synonymous with wooden square-sterned lobsterboat construction: Beals Island once and Beals Island again. A good although slightly dated book is Mike Brown’s The Great Lobster Chase.
Some interesting short videos from GoodMorningGloucester follow: lobsterman venting about snapping two wooden davits in three days and talking about his new steel replacement.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
One more link: check out Gloucester’s answer to the Rockerfeller Center Christmas tree, a NYC tradition begun by construction workers back in 1931.
Would you believe the object in the first foto here rubs faces with the formidable 8th Sea? And does so sans fear.
This gives “flat bottom” a whole different meaning. No comparisons with an athlete’s belly fit here, as was true for Livet.
It’s the mighty albeit miniature Sea Horse, possibly Hippocampus ingens plywoodus connecticutus, here communing with Mystic Seaport’s resident tug, Kingston II, I believe.
Here is owner/builder/captain Stuart Pate at the Waterford Tug Roundup . . . was that already almost a month ago? Yes, that’s Mame Faye off right.
The engine room. Tohatsu 9.8. Note the ” onboard auxilliary re-powering system” or O.A.R.S. for short, athwartship between the chairs. Seahorsepower? Immeasurable. Bollard pull? Inestimable. I’ve heard Paul Bunyanesque rumors about the results of the nose-to-nose push-off contest. And deep draft on the tug . . . unfathomable.
Thanks to Stuart for all the fotos except the last two. For plans, see here.
Unrelated: Below is a foto by Jeff Anzevino, showing Flinterborg headed upriver Saturday. When she leaves Albany some time tomorrow, she’ll be carrying a deckload of Dutch barges. Check this site for fotos of the barges rolicking their way upriver.
Happy river watching.
A truckable tug named Mame Faye and her tow anchor outside the current near the confluence of the Mohawk and Hudson Rivers. Idyllic . . . serene, sleepy upstate river banks . . . eh? She’ll be back.
Farther east is The Chancellor, with twin stacks arranged longitudinally.
Captains Bill and Pam park their powerful machines to rest and enjoy the quiet of oars moving in and out of the fresh water.
What’s this on the foredeck of Bill’s Eighth Sea? Looks like PVC, hairspray, and . . . radishes?
And Captain Fred has gotten involved. This looks . . .
ominous, especially after he went to the supermarket for 50-calibre radishes, the most lethal kind.
see the scene change and
How to describe that: part night harbor scene, rock concert, traffic jam, railroad crossing, cacophony, simulated war zone, kaleidoscope, popcorn popper, video game, confetti, aquatic bioluminescence gone wild, volcano, apocalypse . . . Oh, and I’ve always preferred seeing the flashes reflect in water to seeing them in air.
Now who do you suppose Mame Faye was? Elizabeth toots Mame‘s horn here.
All fotos and video by Will Van Dorp.
Unrelated . . . the Dutch barge flotilla probably moves through the Hudson Highlands and northward today; if you get good fotos and want to share, email me.
Non-random . . . of course. And all taken in the past five days. For starters, this is a view from base of Pegasus‘ house as she cruises the Upper Bay for the North River, something she might have done 102 years ago. This view from this deck in 1907 would survey a radically different planet.
Brian Nicholas pulls two barges of shredded steel past Our Lady toward the bulk loading yard.
Here’s another shot of Robert Romano just up-creek from the Metropolitan Bridge in Queens, not that far from where I slept last night! Again, notice the camel moored alongside. Yes, Virginia, that’s a camel, not a dromedary.
Kimberly Turecamo pushes barge Long Island eastbound just past the Brooklyn and Manhattan Bridges.
Canaler Governor Cleveland heads up a creek we’ll visit soon: the Rondout. Notice on the upper left side of foto what looks like a conical mound of greenery on footings? A lighthouse stood here until 1954.
Another shot of the Governor shows how low-slung that tug is . . . perfect to pass under some of the bridges along the Erie Canal, which is its routine habitat.
Shot here at more than half-mile away, Doris Moran pushes LaFarge barge (labarge farge?) Alexandra past the entrance to Roundout Creek in Kingston. To see Doris closer up and appreciate her size, click here.
To complement the Pegasus shot that opened this post, here’s a view from the house of Cornell as she cruises the Hudson southbound in the direction of Poughkeepsie. Notice . . . upriver there might not be a bowsprite but here is irrefutable evidence of a bittsprite . . . aka stembittsprite.
Parting shot . . . Cornell moored along the waterway that once was synonymous with coal payloads and the construction of steam tugboats.
Working on Water has big doings planned on the Creek for the middle of September.
Read Jeremiah’s report on Waterpod here.