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Big thanks to John Jedrlinic for this photo taken about 11 months ago . . . . Jennifer Turecamo and DDG-79 passing alongside although not nearly so close as foreshortening tries to make you believe.
DDG-79 is USS Oscar Austin, named for the Marine who gave all near Da Nang nearly 46 years ago.
Atlantic Coast (blue & white with yellow trim and mostly hidden) and Captain D line up around a dredge scow a little over a month ago. Rank this set by the year built and horsepower? Answers at end.
John Reinauer passes under the Bayonne Bridge last Sunday.
Davis Sea bunkers OOCL Malaysia in late October.
Jennifer Turecamo and
Paul Andrew both head west in the KVK.
Buchanan 12, push knees feeling no load except resistance of the water, heads east.
And the rankings: Paul Andrew–1968, John Reinauer–1969, Buchanan 12–1972, Captain D and Jennifer Turecamo–1974, Davis Sea–1982, Atlantic Coast–2007.
As for horsepower: Jennifer Turecamo–4300, Buchanan 12 and Atlantic Coast–both 3000, John Reinauer–2800, Davis Sea and Captain D–2000, and Paul Andrew–1200.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Related: OOCL Malaysia–built 2000 and with its 73,500 horsepower, can cruise more at more than 26 knots carrying 5672 teus.
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.
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