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I’ve done posts about the East River, like these, and I’ve done a post at least about canyons, but it’s never struck me as vividly as right now how much this part of the East River is like a canyon. These too are images of the varied sixth boro.
HMS Liberty pushes east past the cliffs before entering the terrifyingly-named Hell Gate. Click here for the youtube video that periodically surfaces about a barge grounding in Hell Gate and then skillfully extricated. Here and here are some discussions of that name . . . originally “beautiful opening.”
Sea Lion pushes a recycling barge up toward the Bronx River, I think, with
Dorothy J alongside, until
she makes the turn in the direction of the Harlem River, where the E. 91st marine transfer station–I think–is being built. It’s been a long time since I’ve walked around up there.
And finally . . . it’s Mister T pushing scows eastbound and under the 59th Street Bridge. And the aerial tramway to . . . the sixth boro’s ski slopes? Here’s the website for the operator . . . Leitner-Poma. But I digress.
At the right times of tide, the waterway between Roosevelt Island and Manhattan Island move a lot of cargo.
All photos this week by Will Van Dorp.
So, for today, let’s start with Miss Katie . . . outbound last Thursday.
And finally, we return to Miss Katie because two days later, she caught some unwanted attention. Details here.
All photos by Will Van Dorp.
Bravo to the organizers and participants of the 2015 NYC race. It starts with a muster…
which looks different as you shift perspective.
It’s great to see race newcomers like Sea Scout Ship 243 out of Rahway NJ, and
By this point, some boats like Robert E. McAllister start to get impatient.
Muster then turns into a procession, filing straight toward the starting line and
showing the colors
as some newcomers catch up.
Next stage . . . it’s the tension on the starting line, feet digging into the starting blocks and muscles tensing, sort of.
and water starts to cascade away from the bows…
froth by the ton.
But when the quick minutes of the race have elapsed, the first boat down the course is the impatient Robert E. McAllister.
And almost as in a triathlon, the dash down the course changes and the pushing starts.
All manner of paired struggle ensues.
For as multipurpose as sixth boro waterways are in summertime, my perception is that safety prevails. RORO, barge on a short wire, and canoe stay well apart.
Ditto here with spacing.
PWCs . . I’ll never be a fan.
Foreshortening masks the fact that from a vantage point like Fort Wadsworth . . . I can see over 10 miles.
The traditional ship here was launched in 1997; the tug beyond . . . in 2001.
My only question is where that classy yellow sand is going. TZ Bridge?
All photos recently by Will Van Dorp.
But first . . . it’s a race, and there are trophies for such categories as best-looking, best mascot, best tattooed crew person . . . . And there is pushing and jostling, for which there are no trophies. But what would you call this?
From l to r, lining up are Meagan Ann, Houma, Bering Sea, a little of Robert E. McAllister, Buchanan 1, Mister T, and Emily Ann.
Here’s a view of Robert E.’s business end under way.
Mako III seemed to carry a different name last year. It began life as an Army ST, although I don’t know what number she carried. 66, perhaps?
And they were off. Fells Point, the nearest vessel, is likely the newest boat in the race.
More photos later.
All photos by Will Van Dorp, who is grateful to NYMedia Boat and Bjoern Kils for getting the best positions for photography during the sixth boro’s premiere Labor Day event, the 22nd annual Great North River Race organized by the Working Harbor Committee, who also deserve a big round of applause.
Two questions you might have are . . why does the Army have boats, and who was MGen Anthony Wayne? Here are links A and B to answer the first part–please add detail if you know it–and here’s the info on General Wayne, sometimes called “mad General Wayne.”
From midday . . til dusk. Here between Morris Canal and Battery Park City, Gabby heads south.
Mister T mightily pulls six scows here between
the Williamsburg and the Manhattan Bridges.
Near midtown on the East River, there’s an eastbound unit and a westbound one.
Westbound, it’s Cheyenne moving crushed cars, and
and–eastbound– Captain Zeke with petro product. By the way, Captain Zeke was moving faster than the uncrushed cars on the highway in the distance, probably because of some unintentional crushing that had happened.
From near Hell Gate now, looking back at Captain Zeke, what a moody city!!
All photos by Will Van Dorp.
Gramma Lee T Moran, 2002
Jay Michael and Mister Jim, 1980 and 1982
Mister T, 2001
Mister T again
Brandywine and Viking, 2006 and 1976
Kimberly Turecamo, 1980
Red Hook (a first on this blog) and Severn, 2013 and 2008
B. Franklin Reinauer, 2012
Shelby Rose, 1963
Hubert Bays, 2002.
All fotos taken in the past week by Will Van Dorp.