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It surprises me sometimes what titles I’ve not re-used. This blog has little grand design; I choose to let to drift serendipitously according to what I see or what you choose to share, and I am grateful to you all for sending along photos and suggestions. Rock Juice the title came out of a conversation some time back with one of you; thanks and I think you know who you are. Here was the first in the series.
Diane B pushes a load of it in John Blanche.
Magothy . . . and . . .
and I missed the barge info.
Dory and Port Chester . . . . And notice just forward of Dory‘s wheelhouse, it’s
Navigator . . . doing something at an oil dock.
Ditto Mary H, over between the Empire State Building and BW Kronborg.
Ditto Kimberly Poling.
And McKinley Sea . . . with the icicle hanging from a scupper hole as evidence that oil is going for heat.
Last one for now . . . Calusa Coast getting ready to hook up to a barge to take . . well . . . down the coast.
All photos yesterday by Will Van Dorp, who has to run.
On a cold winter’s morning, what’s going on in the harbor?
The usual . . . . Kathleen heads out with a scow,
Eric R. Thornton muscles scrap,
Evening Tide reconnects with an oil barge,
Diane B disconnects from John Blanche for a spell,
Joyce D. Brown heads out to a job,
Red Hook, wreath still in place, shuttles between barges,
And Ellen McAllister
shows Performance out to sea. And in response to my cuz . . JS . . . Ellen performs her magic on the container ship . . .
And tugster, who took these pictures, needs to warm up and get to work himself.
Here was number 6 in this series. It occurred to me this afternoon to rename the whole series “weather overwater,” as a tip of the hat to Dr. Jeff Masters and his site. His 18-minute TED talk at the link with his name on it is worth the 18 minutes. And what do you imagine happens on and over sixth boro water on a day like this . . . ?
Cheyenne consolidates scrap,
Susana S, in the same location here a year ago, takes on bunkers. . .
. . . along with Stavanger Breeze.
Fishing goes on, and pilots
do their thing no matter the weather since 1694.
More bad weather coming . . . so what. Not that it’s easy, though.
Here was 3 in the series. The sixth boro is indeed a huge fuel transfer port, and I need to make a more concerted effort to learn which transfers are imports and which . . . exports. Meanwhile, a look at the variety of vessels involved in just a few days shows Energy Century,
Aurora N with Crystal Cutler on the far side of a fuel barge in the distance,
Patrick Sky passing the bow of Summit Europe,
and finally, passing a Laura K. Moran docking SCF Pechora, it’s Diane B with barge John Blanche.
Cold and snow do not slow this trade; in fact, it’s when the temperature drops that this trade speeds up.
Here was 3 with links to 1 and 2.
I’ve been so far unable to find the original use of this barge, but I haven’t expended much shoe leather either.
Click on the foto below from the July 21, 1977 NYTimes for an article on Michael O’Keefe’s barge restaurant opening. Anyone identify the tug?
Bulk commodities commerce needs some stretches of riverbank in the sixth boro. Crushed stone in; garbage out, as well as
scrap metal, petroleum,
desert scrapings aka road conditioner.
Products galore and more and
Places to park aka dock are vital also.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
I took these fotos Friday before the winds started.
Viking . . . . To see how she’s evolved over the past 41 years, click here.
Brooklyn was previously a fleetmate of Viking. For her history, click here.
Clearly, from the foto, to say commerce USED to happen on the Gowanus Canal . . . uses the wrong verb tense. Here, from L to R, it’s Shawn Miller, Samantha Miller, Miss Ayva, and Diane B.
Finally, and still in Gowanus Bay, it’s Discovery Coast and
Potomac and Hunting Creek.
Stay inside or at least firmly attached to something substantial.
I can’t look at this foto from a half year ago of Diane B up the creek . . . aka Hutchinson River . . . and not feel cold. Notice the snow on the banks. I posted this set once my ProMariner article was out. Meanwhile, some
maintenance got done. Here are some fotos of a creek specialist high and dry.
By the way, I have noticed her movements on AIS recently, although I haven’t made visual.
Greetings to the crew.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
this closer-up of the foto above shows half the bridge won’t lift. Research aborted, and I was really hoping to show the tow breaking its way up the Hutch through ice. The fuel load eventually –and very eventually–has to get delivered elsewhere. For outatowners, the background is the Bronx.
Now it’s February 3, 10:52. The fuel has been transferred into the tanks on shore, and the crew waits for sufficient water to return to the creek for egress.
11:01. Note how little water shows on the right side of the barge.
11:43. While waiting for the flood, here’s a view of the engine room.
1:43. Still waiting.
2:26. There’s now adequate water for the towboat to squeeze alongside the barge to make up to the “bow” of the barge.
2:27. Diane B pivots in her length and the crew makes up to the “bow.”
2:45. As they finish making up, I run ahead to the nearest bridge for the best fotos as they “thread the needle” back out to wider water. Let’s call this bridge #1.
2:47. Truly this is contact sport . . . without the contact and without the sport. Actually, it’s hard work. Notice the barge cutting through the ice here.
3:10, and I’ve driven my car a half dozen miles to get to bridge #4. Notice #3 and #2 open. And if you squint, you can see Diane B‘s upper wheelhouse passing through bridge #2.
3:13 finds the tow about to pivot 90 degrees to port to clear the Amtrak Bridge, aka bridge #3.
3:17. After fitting through #3, the tow immediately needs to line up for #4.
3:18. Lining up may take a pulse, a snort of the engines.
Once through #4, it’s not as if the channel runs straight.
3:27. The tow heads through Eastchester Bay for the East River. Throgs Neck Bridge is NOT a lift bridge. If I’m counting right, the tow passes under another 11 bridges before reloading on the Arthur Kill.
Thanks to American Petroleum & Transport and the crew of Diane B for helping with this story. Thanks to Professional Mariner for printing my story and pictures. Consider subscribing.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who places them online because I like the cheap big format afforded by electronic media.
This cryptic title will become clear in time, but first check out these fotos taken by Jim Ash . . . back more than a decade ago when the long-gone Coral Queen was headed up the creek . . . the creek referred to being also known as the Anne Hutchinson River.
The thing about these creeks is that large vessels–that’s a relative term–can only navigate them only when water levels are up. But if you’re up the creek too long after ebb, you stay where you are until the water comes back. When levels are up, you head downstream, around
any and all obstacles, overtop of submerged but hidden threats you know are there, underneath
the ones that don’t have to lift for you, through
the portals only at that instant when they’re open and you’re lined up, and
toward the open water.
More on this–the specialized creek work of Diane B and . . . the proud, the very few . . . soon. All fotos by Will Van Dorp.