Sixth Boro Self-Unloader

Preliminary question:  Where in the world is Alice Oldendorff?  Answer follows.

This profile below–not Alice— might make you imagine yourself in the St Lawrence Seaway or the Great Lakes.  But I took this photo on the Lower New York Bay yesterday.  I had not caught a self-unloader of this style in the Lower Bay since 2007!

A CSL self-unloader does call in the sixth boro occasionally.  Here’s a CSL post I did in 2010, photos in the sixth boro.

She headed into the Narrows loaded down with

aggregates from Aulds Cove in Nova Scotia.  And I’m guessing that’s here, place I hope to visit some day.

Besides stone, self-unloaders locally also offload salt, as here H. A. Sklenar and here Balder.

 

The photo below I took in July 2009, again a self-unloader bringing in aggregates,

a task usually done by fleet mate  Alice Oldendorff, who surely has had enough exposure on this blog.  Don’t get me wrong . . . Alice is also a self-unloader, but she had other cranes as well, as you can see from the photo below, taken in 2009.

Where is Alice?  Well, she’s 300 miles from Pyongyang.  THAT Pyongyang.

Here’s a little more context, showing Pyongyang to the right and Beijing top left, and heavy ship traffic.

Alice made her last stop here a couple months back, then she headed through the Panama Canal to Qingdao for some rehab.  Qingdao is also spelled Tsingtao, like the beer.

She’ll be back come summer.

All photos by Will Van Dorp.

 

Whitherward 6

Here’s an index for the previous in the series.

I got this photo in July 2003 in Oswego, the 1943 Bushey tug  WYTM-71 Apalachee.  I haven’t seen it since, although it was at one time in Cleveland.  Anyone know if it’s still there?

Here’s another Great Lakes tug, for now.  This photo of James A. Hannah was taken by Jan van der Doe in Hamilton harbor in late May 2015.  I posted it here then in this larger context.  And here in February 2012, thanks to Isaac Pennock.  Now I knew that James (LT-820, launched July 1945) was a sister to Bloxom (LT-653) and that the Hannah fleet had been sold off in 2009 in a US Marshal’s sale, but I hadn’t known until yesterday that the CEO of the Hannah fleet–Donald C. Hannah–was Daryl C. Hannah’s father!!  That Daryl Hannah!  But it gets even better, there once was a towboat named Daryl C. Hannah!  Anyone know what became of it?  Last I could find, it was on the bank of the Calumet River used as an office.  Updates?

As you can tell, this photo was taken in the East River.  It was July 2009 that Marjorie B. McAllister escorts Atlantic Superior as it heads for sea.  Any ideas where Atlantic Superior is today?   Actually, I know this one . . . after a long and eventful life, she powered herself over to China this year to be scrapped.

I haven’t seen Bismarck Sea here in quite a while, but last I knew, she was operating in the Pacific Northwest.

King Philip . . . went to Ecuador around 2012; Patriot Service is still working in the Gulf of Mexico, I believe.

And to round out this glance back, here’s a list of WW2 vessels still operating at the time of its compilation.  Many thanks to aka Fairlane for putting it together.

Thanks to Jan van der Doe for the Hannah photo;  all others by Will Van Dorp.

By the way, it was rewatching The Pope of Greenwich Village that got me to wonder about Daryl Hannah.

Meditations N

N . . . nudge.  A little touch goes a long way, especially on low-gravity days.  Marjorie B. McAllister nudges self-unloading bulker Atlantic Superior away from the dock where Alice sometimes offloads.

Margaret Moran tails MSC Ancona, ready to drive the stern to starboard for the bend in the KVK.  Is that graffiti on the base of the mustard-colored stack?

Miriam Moran shadows Carnival Miracle, white sheet in place on the bow fendering, in case the passenger vessel needs a smither of propelling as she eases into the dock.

Jennifer Turecamo and Turecamo Boys follow MSC Dartford, ready to check any adverse momentum (aka drift?) rounding Bergen Point.

Gramma Lee T. Moran trails Ever Refine, lest some thrust is called for.

Marie Turecamo, wedged under the flaring bow of MSC Endurance, stands by to shove as needed to keep the hull in the channel.

Nudge . . . I can do do it;  as I can guide or shove.  And . .  I need nudges myself sometimes, maybe even often.  Of course, many gradations of pressure–lateral or longitudinal– exist from almost imperceptible to measurable on the Richter scale.  It’s been a bunch of decades since I last shoved someone with testosterone rage.   Nudges may range from super-tactile to mildly-so to verbal to even non-verbals.  Non-verbals are my favorite, although I’m as fond of mock-combat as the next randy boy, so shove me if you wish;  just keep a smile on your face, and don’t be surprised if I shove you back.  Oh  . . . and you’re near water . . . soft wet landings make me jolly.  Nudge when it’s consensual . .  like the 1980’s dance called the “bump.”  Nudging and bumping have their place;  it could never happen here though, atop the future pedestrian bridge in Poughkeepsie.

But then again, I’m jollier when we just team up with no nudging required.

All fotos by Will Van Dorp.