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Pilar is a stunner in so many ways . . . registered in Key West and originally Elhanor, I believe it was built in Brooklyn one hull BEFORE Hemingway’s Pilar.
I caught it in Narragansett Bay . . . .
Off the Bronx, this unnamed unidentified vessel, likely NOT built in the Bronx, roared past.
Some interesting boats on the wall at Waterford here include Solar Sal, Manatee, and Little Manatee.
Manatee is a Kadey Krogen with an unusual paint scheme.
I took this photo of Solar Sal last September and had intended to get back to it. Later last fall it distinguished itself by hauling cargo.
Tjaldur is an unusual
Old Glory is an Owens . . . seen in Buffalo on the 4th of July.
In Mackinac, I saw this 1953 Chris Craft named
Here’s another shot of the rare Whiticar Boat Works yacht Elegante pushing back water.
And sometimes it takes going a long distance to find a Bronx-built yacht like this 1937 Consolidated named
Ditto . . . in the same Chicago marina . . . this Chris Craft.
I choose to interrupt the “go west” series here. It will continue soon. And why? Late yesterday, emerging from the fires over in Sarnia it came . . .
to enter the Black River.
Draken‘s a beauty with carved European oakwood
like above on the bow cap rail and below on one of many oarlock covers.
Below it’s the captain to the right and the district 3 Lakes Pilot to the left as
international crew prepares to slips the dock lines and
head northward into a stormy Huron night.
This series handles my miscellaneous needs with updates, follow-ups, and oddments.
If the image below looks like a boat, it is, or it was before San Francisco grew (or tumbled?) over top of it. For more info on the buried vessels of SF, click on the image. Here’s more.
Below, well that was me about 10 years ago. After I had built a skin-on-frame kayak, I need to paint the porous “skin” with urethane, hence the respirator. If anyone’s interested in buying me a token of appreciation to update this vessel–which I still have–click on the image to see my one-item wish list. And thanks in advance.
More old business . . . the photo below I took from the Manhattan side of the East River about 10 years ago, and
By now, that old steel may have seen the hold of a scrapper like Atlantic Pearl . . . and been transformed in the heat
And finally, in response to a recent comment asking about Gateway tugs . . . the rest of the photos/text here I took/wrote in April 2014 and never posted because I was waiting for some additional info.
“What’s under the ‘white house’ here?
Click here to find out. And the tug C. Angelo is resplendent in the brightening daylight.
So this is future defense works passing obsolete defense works.”
C. Angelo in drydock?
All photos except the top three and the one by Robert Silva . . . by Will Van Dorp.
Part of the way up in the Chesapeake watershed, Roaring Bull works daily for the better part of the year. Take a ride on it. from Harrisburg I-81, it’s a mere 30 miles north. From West Milton I-80, 40 miles south.
Baltimore . . . 100 miles, Philly 130, NYC 200, and Pittsburgh 225; and
and it’s lost in time.
It’s a must-see, and inspected by the USCG.
Unlike double ended ferries, this one has the best bow and stern thrusters.
with a name that conjures up this taurus pining for love.
And yes, it’s in a part of the Susquehanna River valley where there are lots of horses pulling buggies.
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.
Here are the previous ones.
One of the joys of driving is the serendipity–even if guided . . . thanks, GT–of noticing the entirely unexpected, like the device below. Any ideas? If GT hadn’t mentioned this, I probably would not have thought twice about this weathered industrial object. And it’s for sale. For the right price, it can be on your boat.
A clue is that the device above is located geographically between the tin building below and Boston, where this road trip ends. The tin building is Gallery 53 on Rocky Neck. I’m guessing it once had a seafood related purpose.
A bit down the coast is Salem. The brick building with cupola in the distance is the old Custom House, where Nathaniel Hawthorne once worked.
I had forgotten that this replica is Hudson River built. There was a trade with China already 200 years ago.
I’ll have to come back to the North Shore when all these vessels–Adventure, Friendship, and Fame–are sailing.
Continuing southward . . . we arrive in East Boston, and Jake.
Here’s another device on a rooftop. Fiat Topolino?
My tour of Luna recently is what lured me to this area around Chelsea Creek. Here’s Luna resplendent.
Anyone know the story of JW Powell?
And the red and the white sailing vessels farthest from the camera here?
This bullnose will likely never again see the water.
And here we are at the end of this stretch of road . . . it’s Roxbury High Fort aka the Cochituate Standpipe.
So here we are . . . it’s a whistle from the SS United States! Are there any developments in her refurbishing? For some interior shots of her I took two years ago, click here. Here are some other photos taken on the SS United States.
As to the particulars on the whistle, here’s what I learned this morning from SW: “The whistle from the United States is a Leslie Tyfon, size 300DVE-5. [Click on that link to hear one of these.] It was purchased in 1986 by my uncle at auction I believe through Marine Technologies Brokerage Corp. out of N.Y. We have a letter of authenticity and it is currently for sale to the best offer. Last recorded offer was $10,000.00. We feel it is much more valuable. It was on of three steam whistles from the forward stack of the ocean liner. My uncle purchased the large forward whistle. Thanks for your curiosity.”
All photos taken by Will Van Dorp.
Many thanks to GT for the heads up and to Steve for the info on whistle.
Visiting Gloucester for me is always restorative. Here are a few more photos I took Saturday and Sunday of
and Adventure. That’s a great sequence of names!
Last fall she was sailing with some food cargo here. And if I had an editor, that editor would be unhappy, because yesterday I suggested I’d seen Adventure in Boothbay last October. Mea culpa . . . I saw Ernestina! Click here for a fairly active blog with updates on the work on Ernestina.
Lady Jane and
Ardelle . . . have fishing origins. Ardelle is of course the older design but a much newer boat, and I DID see her in Boothbay, off the stern of Ernrstina.
Ardelle touched the water in summer of 2011. See some of her history here.
When I took these photos of other pinky schooners in Essex in November 2009, Ardelle existed (maybe) only in plans.
I’m not sure where Maine and Essex are today–maybe right here–but as much as I enjoy seeing hulls out of the water, I’d rather see them afloat and underway.
All photos by Will Van Dorp, who has photos of yet another pinky tomorrow.
For more traditional vessels of Gloucester, see Paul’s post here.
Being in the low countries, I thought I’d ask around if meow man–certainly a sixth boro staple– had ever made an appearance. And I thought I’d ask in places where I stood a chance to get a response. Like Lelystad, a city of over 75,000 people at 10 feet below sea level. My “Hey there. Do you know meow man?” got this fang-baring big eyed response . . .
“Miauw man? Ik heb nog nooit van hem gehoord.” I’ll translate word by word: “I have ever never from him heard.”
At first I feared my red friend–figurehead of De Zeven Provinciën would catapult out of his enclosure, but he only pulled himself to an above-sea level-perch to ask his big friend . . .
this guy, figurehead on Batavia.
And the big red guy’s answer was: “Miauw man? Wie of wat is hij, dit miauw man?” Word by word, it translates as, “MM, who or what is he, this MM?” So the Batavia figurehead roared out across the sea looming over the farmland and asked this guy . . .
this really big guy . . . 60 tons known by various names . . . suggested by the pose.
And he said not a word, which made me suspect he actually knew something, had associations with MM, and was keeping the secret.
All photos and interpretations of conversations that really really did happen by Will Van Dorp.
With mallet and gouge, Dave is truly a master sawdust maker.
Unrelated: I’m not dedicating a post to names at this time, but I just noticed that Herman Hesse was entering port as Irene’s Remedy was departing.
It was spring 1987 when I saw this boat first, a decade and a half after her retirement. She and her sister Venus were a sorry sight on the bank of the Charles near the Science Museum; if you wanted a photo that screamed “forlorn,” they were that shot. Unfortunately, I took very few photos back then. Over the years, I knew Venus was scrapped and always wondered about Luna. Here’s a chronology of steps toward the saving of Luna–and loss of Venus–in the first two/thirds of the 1990s.
All the photos in this post–and there are a lot of them–were taken less than a week ago over in Chelsea.
I don’t think you’ll argue if I say she’s a great looking 86-year-old today.
Talented and exacting volunteers were attending to details when I visited.
Of course, she’ll never push again But who imagines sending an 86-year-old out to work?
The “lights” under the tender bring light into the engine room.
Here’s from the engine room deck looking up . . at the gauge boards, with
project priorities in full view throughout.
As a result of Luna’s immersion(s), her Winton engines, exciters, and motor will likely never run again.
Here’s a finished starboard aft crew cabin. Note the stencil on the mattress for Boston Tow Boat.
Those are functioning 1930-era bulbs, and yes, Bag Balm has been around since long before 1930. My father used it in the stable.
What!? No Nescafe?
I’ll tell you more about this fishing boat in a bit, but that mud says it has been below the surface of the water, and it ain’t a submarine.
Some claim it’s the most famous fishing boat in the world, although that sounds hyperbolic. Guesses?
It’s Western Flyer, the boat chartered by John Steinbeck AND Ed Ricketts, which served as the platform for their expedition to the Sea Of Cortez aka Gulf of California. Click here for an interesting article on how marketing removed Ricketts’ name from the Log from the Sea of Cortez account. The vessel is currently undergoing a $2 million restoration.
Log from the Sea from Cortez is well-worth reading, although my favorite is Cannery Row, in which Ricketts is portrayed as the marine biologist. For a portion of Log, click here. My favorite pages in that excerpt are the second half of p. 6 and all of p. 7, and the second half of p. 14 onto top of 15.
Tangentially related: the elusive bowsprite has responded to an updated book on the Sea of Cortez here.
Many thanks to Kyle for these photos, taken in Port Townsend.