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Last Friday I rubbed my eyes after seeing a “shadow” on a section of the KVK. Results of dredging, I wondered? An issue of oil? Problems in my perception? Some time later, I looked back and the color differentiation of waters
And back to Friday, here’s how the water streaks evolved. It must be fresh river waters . . . with their silt load, I then concluded. Click here for Vlad’s post commenting on the same phenomenon. And Fred tug44 sent these fotos from Waterford . . . And this pic (by Patrick Dodson) of khaki waters overwhelming Lock 8 in Rotterdam.
As was the case in Catskill Creek, given debris and docks askew there.
Along the Hudson, here’s a clue to water level along the waterfront in Athens.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp. Alas, clean-up and reconstruction will last longer than the silt coloration in the sixth boro. Click here and here for some of the last fotos I took up in that stretch of the River, almost a year ago.
When I took this foto in 2006, I knew none of the folks depicted; more about this foto at the end.
This Sunday in the sixth boro is the 19th annual tugboat race. If you are free, come down to Pier 84. Will Beth M. McAllister be there? the young Pegasus?
In previous years, the weekend following the tug race in the sixth boro, there was a tug roundup in Waterford, NY. Bad news this year: because of Irene’s reckless bluster and immoderate rain, the 2011 Waterford Tug Roundup has been cancelled. I will miss the puppytugs,
Thanks to Stray for sending along this link to fotos of Irene devastation upriver. I feel sick. Crow and Wire, #94, 119, and 181, were at the Roundup last year. Black Knight, seen in a tugster post a week ago, shows up in #178.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
A lot has happened here in 10 days, although the fotos here reveal none of it. The sixth boro has its way of obscuring change, seasonal or otherwise. I know folks within 10 miles of this waterway who have no power yet and who have tossed to curb-side trash picker-uppers most of their water-befouled furniture, appliances, books, etc.
But along the KVK, Chem Antares (ex-Sichem Unicorn) transfers fluids, while
Torm Sara waits to do the same. [Doubleclick enlarges most fotos.]
Kings Point Liberator inspects other vessels along the KVK. I’d never guessed she had a wooden hull.
To get a sense of scale on ATB Freeport, note the two crew outside the wheelhouse.
So far, Freeport is the only of the US Shipping Partners 12,000 hp ATBs. Some years back, I was fortunate to have caught one of their ITBs–Philadelphia– high and dry, here and here. For an update on Philadelphia‘s current location/status, read Harold’s comment below. Thanks, much . . . Harold.
Oh, by the way, four days from now will be the sixth boro’s 19th annual tugboat race. See you there?
Aqua diamonds here means anchored tugs; only Miriam Moran is moving. It’s Sunday morning around 0900.
Celebrity Summit also entered port on Monday morning . . . one or two days later than usual. Did her passengers enjoy a day or two extra as they rode out the storm? I’d love to hear their stories. Will the passengers that loaded on Monday lose time on their cruise?
Tuesday morning Maria J pushes a work barge out the east end of the KVK. Is this the crew repainting the VZ Bridge? That project also needed to be dismantled in the uncertain face of Irene.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp except the one credited to John Watson. and did I miss these, pointed out by Rick Old Salt?
Here was my biggest surprise . . .. details at end.
I know upstate along the Hudson and in Vermont Irene did her devastation; ditto in parts of New Jersey. But this morning along the KVK, scuttlebutt was . . . Irene who? What hurricane? The killside was cleaner at the expense of the water, which carried flotsam out with the ebb. Straw and sticks floated seaward here, whereas upstate small boats attached to docks might be drifting. Traffic on the KVK was noticeably eastbound . . . out of protection, like soon after I stopped by . . . 7:58 am Margaret Moran,
All fotos this morning by Will Van Dorp.
Quickie here, thanks to AIS and John Watson, who manages to stay aloft in his . . . would you believe stealthy hot air balloon? Anyhow, believe that or not, check out this line of vessels between Poughkeepsie southward to West Point . . . as of 0900 hours today. Note that Bremer Johanna–in the sixth boro since late spring–has retreated up to Hyde Park.
By 1530 Sunday, winds had started to kick back up on the backside of Irene as New Jersey Responder–visible on the second AIS map in yesterday’s post–
motored through the whitecaps on her the way to her station near Perth Amboy.
Notice that I mentioned Miriam Moran earlier in this post, she may have headed up to the Manhattan passenger terminal where–believe it or not–Veendam (pronounced “vain dumb”) withstood Irene’s vagaries . .. all of them . . . start to finish. I will try to catch Veendam on her departure tomorrow.
All fotos by John Watson, for whose efforts I am indeed grateful. The sixth boro–writ large–seems to have weathered this overrated storm well. More details–I hope–tomorrow.
If you’re not familiar with AIS, click here. Play with this tracking software. Remember that not all vessels . . . especially smaller ones . . . use AIS.
Here are screen shots I’ve taken today. Doubleclick enlarges. In this snapshot from 11 am Saturday, notice the large passenger and cargo vessels like Explorer of the Seas and APL Sardonyx in port here.
By 530 pm, a line of tugs (and likely barges) had moved up to safer anchorage between the George Washington and the Tappan Zee Bridges. So had New Jersey Responder.
Furthermore, Pioneer, Lettie G. Howard, and W. O. Decker (none of which have AIS) had also moved north from the sixth boro to Kingston.
As I was told 21 years ago in the most precarious time of my life, good night and good luck to all the vessels .
the serene before Irene. As of Friday, the USCG Captain of the Port announced the following: “Commercial deep draft vessels greater than 300 gross tons are not authorized to remain in port alongside a pier after 1800 on Saturday, August 27, 2011. All vessels must be out of Bay Ridge, Stapleton, and Gravesend Bay Anchorage Grounds by 1800 on Saturday, August 27, 2011. Only one barge per commercial mooring buoy, with a tug in the vicinity, is authorized after 1800 on Saturday, August 27, 2011…”
NYC officials dictated that 300,000 residents of certain low- lying zones evacuate. Public transportation will cease at noon today, Saturday. From the morning NYTimes, find these other announcements. Doubleclick enlarges most.
the 1958 Black Knight, the Goudy & Stevens yacht featured here three years ago . . . then also running from a storm albeit a thunderstorm that time.
… is that a terrified face appearing like stigmata on the second porthole from the right, and a grinch-like demon on the one to its left? … will ride it out at the dock. I hope the “custodians” in the SSSM offices know our eyes are on them as those same eyes are on the vessels left at the dock.
And who will be in the harbor . . . I’m guessing these folks and ones like them–police, Coast Guard, mariners working on the big ferries and certain private commercial vessels … For frequent updates, read Hawsepiper, Paul the pirate, a scholar who works on an oil barge. Paul . . . if you could get me keys, I’d move your truck outa Zone A.
Be safe. I’m staying on high ground inland.
Since I posted here a half month ago about WIX-327 USCG cutter barque Eagle, visiting the sixth boro, I’ve read Capt. Gordon McGowan’s The Skipper & the Eagle, which details the months he spent in 1946, post-war Hamburg, refitting Eagle (his orders were that appropriating Eagle and getting her safely to the US should happen at NO EXPENSE to taxpayers in this country). If you need a good read, to end the summer, this is it. McGowan’s success depended on many things, maybe the foremost of which were Eagle‘s seaworthiness and the brotherhood of the sea that bridged the divide between Capt. McGowan of now-christened Eagle and Kapitanleutnant Barthold Schnibbe of ex-Horst Wessel.
A hurricane struck Eagle on the final leg of the journey–between Bermuda and New York. As Irene approaches, consider these excerpts from McGowan’s book, written about the experience of being in an open bridge, exposed to wind, rain, and wash.
“In the rising seas the swells were beginning to overtake us, each crest coming in from a slightly different angle, and delivering a wallop to the underside of our old-fashioned overhanging counter” (195). [McGowan added six additional helmsman to the two then on the three linked wheels.]
“Whitecaps had long disappeared nd been replaced by angry streaks gouged on the breast of the waves by the claws of the wind. Puffs became roaring blasts of wind. The average velocity rose above fifty knots. This brought another change. The streaks on the surface vanished, giving way to clouds of spray as wavetops were sheared off by the wind … The stinging pellets of water fly horizontally downwind” (196).
“The early skirling and piping of the fresh gale through the rigging had risen in volume and in tone to belowing and shreiking. The vast sound seemed to fill the world. Voices of men died away and became inaudible. Lips moving, neck cords and veins standing out recalled the silent movie days. Here were faces transmitting thoughts by expression alone. Here was sound without sound. It pressed upon eardrums and bodies as a solid thing. The singleness of this mighty roar brought about a solitude … The voice of the storm was more than a roar. There was a sharp tearing sound–the ripping of the fabric of the gates of hell … The fore upper and lower tops’ls were the first to go. One moment they were there; a second later they had vanished. It seemed incredible that all that remained of the broad spread of sail were these ragged little ribbons” (200).
“I turned to the idea of heaving to. The ship had begun to dive and wallow like a wounded wild thing. Each time a wave overtook us I looked apprehensively astern. As the stern began to lift on the face of a wave, the bowsprit dipped deeper and deeper until it disappeared from sight. When each crest swept from aft forward, the stern settled deeply upon the back on the wave, and the bowsprit pointed toward the sky” (202).
Sorry . . . you’ll have to read the rest. Then there’s also Drumm’s book, which I haven’t read.
All fotos taken Friday by Will Van Dorp, who might not post tomorrow.
A South Street Seaport update: Pioneer and Lettie G. Howard have departed for Kingston.