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Click on the image below for an interactive map of this portion of the sixth boro. Right now at about the 9 o’clock position you see two small white specks. They
are the huge spherical tanks seen off Barbara McAllister‘s stern.
Consider the size of the wraparound stairs and you’ll understand why locally they’re called “gorilla’s balls.”.
So here’s what the tugboat fueling station looks like from the north bank of the KVK, and
here looking west.
Here’s looking NE across the tank farm, and
from the landslide looking eastward across Robbins Reef Light to Brooklyn.
Off the bow of Oleander–the incoming small container ship, would be the Staten Island ferry racks,
and here’s looking south across tanker Navig8 Spirit toward the salt pile. But here’s the surprise, inside the fence and between the tanks,
there’s a very old cemetery, which pre-dates the use of this land for oil.
All photos by Will Van Dorp. Many thanks to Jack Kennedy for arranging for this tour.
I had a chance to see Orange Blossom depart the sixth boro this morning, but since our current January light is so monochromatic, I thought to take on the tugboat/towboat question. Having said that, I’ve always considered Buchanan 12 (last one here) and Glen Cove (seventh foto here) as river tugboats or pushboats. Odin, depicted at the end of this post and possibly still in the Kirby yard in Houston, also has some towboat characteristics.
Olga G. Stone, big pushknees and little if any sheer . . . .
without a winch or H-bit . . . definitely a towboat.
Barbara E. Bouchard and in the lift Edwin N. Bisso . . . as definitely tugboats
Admiral Jackson . . . tugboat.
J. W. Herron . . . towboat, and I’d love to see her high and dry hull lines.
This unidentified Florida Marine vessel with tow is a towboat . . . . Note how the length of the tow
seems quite lengthened when you get a profile. Also notice the dance as the ferry Louis B. Porterie sashays between the two tows.
John Williams . . . towboat.
Ditto Alley Cat, Stone Power,
and Jerry Aragon.
This one I don’t see enough of to identify.
For nostalgia’s sake . . . a foto of Odin in the KVK . . . circa 2007.
All fotos above by Will Van Dorp. For some great towboat fotos check Boat Photo Museum and Ohio River Blog, recently added to my blogroll. Also, an excellent site is Dick’s Towboat Gallery. For more on the difference between tugs and towboats from TES, click here.
Quick and succinct: the way to enter Nola from the east and north is Rte 90. About 30 miles east of Nola I passed this mystery vessel Poseidon, which looked like a house-forward bulk carrier with a quonset hut over the hold now blown away by a storm. Anyone know the history?
As sun rose somewhere in a cloudy drizzly day, the first vessel to pass–upbound–was BBC Brazil.
Then a steady stream of traffic moved on the great river . . . some of them included Amalienborg,
B. John Yeager (?) with at least 13 barges, which round Algiers Point in the most
curious way, which involved backing down, sliding over to the Nola side, and what must have been lots of nail-biting.
Big Sam and a small tow.
From the Algiers side, I checked out Barbara E. Bouchard‘s new pins.
Also on the drydocks at Bollinger’s was Mully and Admiral Jackson.
Alice‘s sister Caroline Oldendorff passed . . . upriver.
And Alley Cat headed downstream herding more barges than would seem possible.
Nola is so much more than all that, and Checkpoint Charlie is a start of that other so-long list, but do check in at Charlie’s when next you’re here.
More soon. All foto by Will Van Dorp.
First . . . around the boro, the light is beauteous enough to suspend a sense of time and obligation and stress and disappointment. This side of the boro, though on duty, works the milder solstice.
Lynx (1967, ex-Catherine Foss, Kainani) probably working with a dredging project, I’ve never seen here before.
a different season, as seen here.
In this heat and light, Kimberly looks positively artdeco: her aqua would blend in on South Beach and way beyond.
Miriam Moran cruises past Sailors’ Snug Harbor, as purposefully as always.
Jane A. Bouchard races deep into right field, showing what waters can be divided by more than 6000 hp on the wheels, while her older sister
the venerable Patty Nolan dons her midsummer’s bikini, freshens up her dancing paint . . . the mayor’s drum is soon to call to disorder the 2012 parade . . . the sixth boro’s shoreline version of Mardi Gras.
Unrelated: If you happen to “see things” when you pass the KVK salt pile on Saturday night, you’re not hallucinating. Lumen will happen.
For an auspicious virtual gallivant as they sally forth through the Rideau Canal from Lake Ontario to Ottawa and beyond, follow Sally W . . .