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As was true yesterday, all photos today were taken in the first 12 hours of 2016. For Chatham, the last tug I saw in 2015, the year end/start distinction was likely irrelevant. No doubt the same holiday treats were out in the galley in the wee hours of 2016 as were a few hours before in 2015.
From a different angle as last night, here are Michael J,
and the “weather tugs.” I’m happy the precipitation of December 31 has ceased.
Although some people movers waited in reserve,
The quick side ramp system impressed me. It was in fact similar to a system on “water bus” I saw near Rotterdam a while back.
Surrie heads back to base, passing BB-64 USS Wisconsin.
Recognize this vessel, which spent a little time in the sixth boro a bit over a year ago?
It’s HMS Justice, slinging Bryant Sea now in the curvaceous Elizabeth River and
passing Mahan, Stout, and
Oscar Austin, far right.
Closing out today . . what can you do with $12 million and a 1962 North Sea trawler? Check here for this story on explorer yacht Discovery. Here’s another story with much better photos. Docked astern of Discovery is Shearwater, which was doing a project in the sixth boro back in sumer 2013.
All photos by Will Van Dorp.
One of my (formerly) secret heroes is Guy Noir, secret because I may be revealing too much about myself in admitting that. But life’s too short to care about drivel like that. Noir has an office on the 20th floor of the Acme Building in a “city that knows how to keep its secrets,” yet each week a different mysterious woman seems to find him in quest of a favor. So imagine this as a view from Noir’s Portsmouth VA office around 1600 hrs . . . on the last night of the year. It’s rainy but warm and all the creeks feeding into the estuary course in, with color and warmth of some old coffee . . . I was last here, though on the river then, about six weeks ago here. And notice the hammerhead crane to the right. Here’s
the deal. But I’ll come back to this history stuff later.
For now, this is a record of the last night of the year, what my parents used to call “old years night.”
In the fading light, there’s Michael J. McAllister, another McA (Nancy??) behind it, Camie, and a trio of Robbins Maritime minis called Thunder, Lightning, and Squall. AND if you look carefully beyond the McAllister tugs, you’ll see Dann Ocean’s Neptune and the Colonna Shipyard, where a Staten Island ferry is being overhauled. Click here for previous posts referring to Colonna.
In the driving rain as the last hours of the year ebb away, Vane tug Chatham heads south; the oil must move . . . . even when the postal stream sleeps.
Shadows . . . on a rainy night paint the river. And under the “tent” inside
And so ended 2015 for me . . . not a low-flying aircraft but a high flying window perch.
All photos by Will Van Dorp, private and public eye.
But first, an orange digression leaving the Narrows this morning under the tow of Michael J. McAllister, with Resolute alongside. Is it
Senator John J. Marchi or Guy V. Molinari? These years maintenance is done in Virginia, and here are fotos from just under a year ago of Marchi at sea. Is special ballasting need to facilitate better towing of a ferry? What other preps happen before a tow like this?
The juice in this post is here, my reason for getting out at daybreak.
She and escort passed Discovery Coast at the east end of the KVK.
Turecamo Girls throws on some extra anti-skidmark gear as she escorts the juice ship.
The juice ships are my favorite, although I prefer the lines of the previous Orange Star to this newer vessel. My fotos of Orange Star fleetmates include Orange Blossom, Bebedouro, Orange Wave, and Orange Sun. I don’t believe I’ve gotten a foto of Orange Sky. An unexpected detail about these tankers is that they are managed/operated from the peerless maritime nation of Switzerland.
All fotos this morning by Will Van Dorp.
For some great fotos of lakers laid up about 500 miles from here in Sarnia, check out tugboathunter here. He found some frozen-in tugs there too.
“The road” begins with the first step out of the house, and here . . . before leaving Brooklyn . . . I saw it and knew exactly what it was . . . Michael J McAllister towing a hefty load of containers between the sixth boro and Norfolk.
And I knew the tug because Birk Thomas had just sent me this one–taken Saturday?–of Michael J. Thanks much, Birk.
Farther down the road but still in NYC, I followed this truck, which introduced me to these metal sculptures of Fritz Cass.
A few hours out . . . I had a glimpse of this truck . . . clearly delivering catfish, although . . . Great Dane!
Great Dane FISH. Maybe they deliver dogfish as well.
And before we got to Harrisburg, this beautiful (late 40s??) Plymouth suggests we’ve . . . turned a corner in time maybe.
And now . . . from Tennessee, where it might the 30s . . .