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Let’s go back to winter in the sixth boro today, with photos I’ve taken in the past two weeks. As of the other day, this was the last Bouchard, unless I’ve missed some others somewhere.
Do you recognize this McAllister tugboat?
And this one has been here the past few weeks as well. Rowan is about 30′ longer than Gregg with a few hundred more horsepower as well.
Miriam here has a hold on one of the lower chocks.
Without magnification, I couldn’t tell how many people were descending the gangway from the ship, but it seemed to be a crowd.
I love the morning light.
All photos, WVD.
Over in Stapleton only one Bouchard tugboat remains.
That was true when last I looked, which was last week. Jane A. is no longer where I saw it, outside the dry dock in Bayonne.
Evelyn Cutler was hauled out on the MOTBY peninsula.
Barry Silverton was headed south past the CNJRR Terminal.
Atlantic Enterprise crawled slowly across the Upper Bay.
All photos, WVD, who hopes to return to the boro at some point this week.
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Here’s one that got away: the tug to the right is the 1975 Mary Emma, ex-Evening Light. I’d been waiting in St George hoping she’d move from Mariner’s Harbor eastbound. Finally I gave up and boarded the ferry. Partway to Whitehall, I noticed she was headed east, right past where I’d been. Once in Whitehall I boarded the next ferry south, hoping to get photos near the St George side. It’s not a great shot and it would have been if only I’d stayed put . . . but life is full of as many missed opportunities as fulfilled ones.
Sarah Dann (1983) recently made a big move of a crane from Wisconsin to Maine, a longer trip by water than by land. Two years ago, she made another long tow with components for a refinery.
Franklin Reinauer (1984) has been based in the boro and carried that name since she came out of the shipyard.
Osprey (1961) is a recent newcomer to the sixth boro.
Christian Reinauer (2001) is the most powerful of this batch, with 7200 hp moving her payload.
A year ago Eastern Dawn (1978) was still painted white.
Andrea (1999) came here without the upper wheelhouse.
Thomas D. Witte (1961) and James E. Brown (2015) pass each other in the Back Channel.
Diane B (1980) seemed to drift through this part of the channel the other day.
And finally, I believe, Morton S. Bouchard IV (2004) is the only remaining Bouchard tugboat over at the stack in Stapleton. When will her transformation to Jesse Rose begin?
All photos, WVD, who has left the boro for a while.
By the way, a few days ago I made up some 2022 calendars, of which 17 are left for sale. I used a subjective process for selection this time. More details later but if you’re interested, email me your interest and your address. Send no money at this time, please, but prices will likely be up a tad because, of course, politics.
Excuse the branches and tendrils reaching out over this dense pack of tugboats: five Bouchard boats plus a Harley behind Denise and a Genesis on the drydock.
Crystal Cutler here in profile is heading for the Kills; this photo prompts me to wonder how this wheelhouse “window” configuration has worked out.
Stephen B assists Fells Point leaving IMTT with Double Skin 302.
Marie J Turecamo heads east on the KVK.
I can’t recall now whether this is my first time to see Vane’s New York, here with Double Skin 53.
Seeley moves a scow eastbound.
Mount St. Elias goes west here.
And finally . . . J. George Betz heads east, possibly to pick up a barge.
All photos and interpretation by Will Van Dorp, who is solely responsible for content . . .
I’ve mentioned before about my people the Dutch celebrating “old years day” on December 31. As the child of immigrants, I’m blessed by this one of many ways they see the world differently, a perspective I’m happy to share. So here is a retrospective of the year, the result of a process of scanning through photos in the blog library, not overthinking it.
January. Gunhilde Maersk with James, Kirby, and JRT plus Miriam Moran. the year of the 1200-footers aka ULCVs becoming commonplace in the sixth boro.
February. Ocean Henry Bain serves as a safety boat during the ice canoe race I documented in my Carnavalons posts.
March. Cerro Grande here escorted a Caribbean-bound LNG ship, one of all the Panama Tugs posts
April. When I saw this section of drained canal bed between O-6 to O-7 in Oswego, I thought the work’d never get done before the season began, but I was wrong. Of all my 2018 NYS Canals posts, this and this posted with the greatest urgency.
May. Reliable pushed seaward by Lucy H. As of today, Reliable lies under the sea gathering fishes and entertaining Davy Jones near Shinnecock.
June. Jay Bee V headed out on a high-profile mission. Has she returned to the sixth boro yet?
July. I missed Rosemary‘s christening because that’s what happens when you don’t look at your calendar. First come first serve for a few tugster lighthouse calendars. Send me an email with your mailing address. As I said, I ran a few extra when I made up my Christmas gifts.
August. Kimberly Selvick with AEP barges was one of the treats I saw in Calumet. This day south of Chicago planted a seed of curiosity about the Lake Michigan/Mississippi River link I hope to be able to explore in 2019. Many thanks to Christine Douglas.
September. J. W. Cooper delivers a pilot in Port Colborne at the Lake Erie end of the Welland Canal. Because I hadn’t a satisfying enough fix from the canal earlier, I returned there in October.
October. One Stork, a pink ULCV, came into town. It wasn’t her first visit/delivery, but it was the first that I caught. She’s currently in the sixth boro.
November. Morton S. Bouchard IV rounds Shooters Island light, Bouchard celebrated a big anniversary this year.
December. Ruth M. Reinauer heads west into the Kills in December, the start of heating oil season.
And that’s it for the year, time for me to securely lock up Tugster Tower and prepare myself to meet 2019. The older I get, the more profound is my awareness that although I make many plans for a new year, I might not see the end of it. It’s just how it is. Every day is a blessing. Last year had my own personal ultima thule; I pray that 2019 brings its new ones.
Thanks to everyone who read, commented, and assisted me in 2018. Happy and constructive new year day by day to you all.
Pacific Reliance (9280 hp) transfers cargo before heading to Texas . . .
with the 155,000 bbl barge 650-1.
B. Franklin Reinauer (4000 hp) passes by
with RTC 82 (80,000 bbl, if I read that right)
and Austin (3900 hp) eastbound here light.
Dean Reinauer (4720 hp) moves westbound under the Bayonne Bridge.
Foxy 3 (1600 hp) and Brooklyn (2400 hp) wait at the dock west of Caddell Drydock. Foxy was previously Barker Boys, and this Brooklyn, Labrador Sea.
Brooklyn on her way to a job.
Delta Fox (1200 hp) and Morton S. Bouchard IV (6140 hp) tied up here just east of Foxy 3 and Brooklyn.
Morton S. Bouchard IV makes up the next three photos here: in front of a Saint Lawrence like eglise
against the Brooklyn skyline, and
and still more in front of T-AKR-306 USNS Benavidez.
And let’s finish up with Patrica (1200 hp) and Robert (1800 hp).
All photos by Will Van Dorp, who alone is responsible for any errors in info here.
T . . . teamwork. Not the same idea as teams, which suggests competition. Teamwork . . . only unites all those people invested in the same project, whether they get along or not. Like maintaining buoys marking the channel, benefitting people on the water as well as those on land.
Like USACE Hayward responding to reports of hull-puncturing, wheel-destroying debris afloat in the channels.
Like Capt Log getting fuel where it’s needed and when.
Like Baltic Sea and its entire crew–invisible here–reporting to the next job, as
is true of Comet, its dispatchers, and harbor traffic controllers.
Ditto Huki, if that’s the canoe’s name. I love the outrigger.
As well as Spartan Service
And Morton S. Bouchard IV and Kristin Poling and every other
boat and ship that negotiates passage on 1 or 2. Like Marjorie B McAllister and Cape Cod.
And Meredith C. Reinauer and all the boat crew as well as shore crew, professional and personal.
And Delaware Bay . . . it can dredge away sand and silt to keep the channel clean ONLY because of its talented and dedicated crew and the efforts of hydrographers who determined what invisible amounts of earth was extraneous.
So who works alone? Nobody that I know, not even those who sit in their workspace alone like the crane operator solo in the control cabin hundreds of feet above the hoi polloi; even that solitaire draws a paycheck and follows orders or gives them. And we belong to all kinds of non-competitive teams simultaneously: ones that pay for our daily food, drink, and shelter. Ones that keep us safe in so many contexts. Ones that make us smile and chase away our blahs and blues. Ones that intrigue us and keep us curious. Ones that back us up when we feel vulnerable. Ones that trim us when we get too brazen or sure. Even the ones we don’t get along with; Hudson danced teamwork steps with Juet, even while lowering Henry, young John Hudson, and eight stalwarts overboard to their deaths on the cold waters of Hudson Bay. I could go on, but you get my point. I’m reminded of the point. Teamwork . . . sounds trite . . . but isn’t.
All fotos . . . Will Van Dorp.
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