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In the vein of the five sightless people describing an elephant while each touching a different part of its body:  leg, tail, trunk, flank, and tusk  and each coming up with radically divergent views of the beast, here’s my attempt to see tugboats from one of many possible unusual angles . . . bow and stern.    Below,  Norwegian Sea, dawn in the north end of Arthur Kill,


Dace Reinauer, same location, different day and weather,


Evening Tide leaving east end of KVK,


Penn No. 6 westbound in KVK,


Greenland Sea looking to refuel at IMTT Bayonne,


Mary Turecamo fishtailing in KVK,


and back to Norwegian Sea in top end of AK.


Now as for more “new” angles . . . I’m working on it.  If you’re privy to angles off-limits to me, I thank you to take some fotos and send them along.

Unrelated:  A new logbook page has beamed in from obsessed Henry and the Half Moon headed for Cathay 1609.  Check it out here.

Photos, WVD.

So I enjoyed writing about Margaret Moran pinning Sex (ok, aka Seoul Express) to the bulkhead this weekend, and it led me here . . . to the pins that are invisible while in use . . . (hmmm this too could lead into risque territory… oh I love spring time.)  Anyhow, Davis Sea (launched 1982) has


pins although I don’t know how long back she was pinned.


So does Norwegian Sea (launched 1976)


although Maryland just beyond her does not, as evidenced by the push cables.


Scott Turecamo‘s (launched 1998) come from a different manufacturer, the same one that Craig Eric Reinauer‘s come


from although Craig Eric (launched 1979) has a service ladder


I wonder when someone would use that fixed ladder.


Of course, other pin designs exist also such as this


on Penn Maritime’s Julie (launched 1998).


All these pins have nothing, though, to do with how Margaret was pinning Sex to the bulkhead.

All fotos by Will Van Dorp.

People often self-describe as “morning person” or “night owl,” and I have utmost respect:  I recognize the orientation as genuine.  If I experience dawn, I know I’ve seen the best time of the day.  In my life I’ve lost loves and faith and moved forward, but if I were banned from ever absorbing another dawn, condemned to henceforth always only open my eyes with the sun high in the sky and bleaching all colors, I’d collapse.  Yesterday, long as the workday, started like this.  From left to right:  Scott Turecamo, a dredge, and (I believe) John Reinauer in push gear.


I’d stopped closer to the dredge to watch it a while, but fotos from too close didn’t capture what’s here.  This dredge feasted on river bottom with as much delight and relish as the hungry goose this time of year grazing on river foliage newly-emerging from riverbed, post-ice.


Norwegian Sea approaches as Gramma Lee T Moran heads to pick up some struggling sea monster like


Eagle Boston.  Whatever sea monster Gramma Lee had an appointment with, I’ll never know, because I got “chased” by Eagle Boston.  But that story has to wait for tomorrow.


Back to dawns, I feel in my blood and cells why so many religions anoint this time of day with import.  Dawns inspire with a feeling like religion.

Finally, prayers for safety of  Captain Richard Phillips of Maersk Alabama.

All fotos here Will Van Dorp.

A week into spring, with ice long gone from the mid-Hudson and  a forecast for rain,  Bowsprite and I decided no better time offered itself to go north from the sixth boro.  Along the way, river traffic charmed us with  hide-and-seek in the blurs, like this unidentified Bouchard unit upbound or


Norwegian Sea in the mist downbound.  And when the stillness of an overcast noon found us at Saugerties,


and  Justine McAllister glided past,  Bowsprite, Jeff Anzevino, and I had no choice but to


to record the beauty of this one face of spring upriver.


And when the day ended many hours later but much too soon, we thanked our hosts as they motored their way back to Kingston and we caught the train for the sixth boro.


More on the trip soon.

To see the same day in the Bronx, check out Voyages.

All fotos above by Will Van Dorp.

or not so random, but tugs nonetheless. Thanks to Jed, check out a frontal view of Lincoln Sea, air draft 86 feet.  A “taller” tug appears later. Any ideas?

Bridge Builder 40, estimated air draft of 15′ (?) serves in its own niche–in fact, many niches not suitable for Lincoln Sea. Check out those enormous push knees.

Mary Gellatly (also in this Flickr shot)

Franklin Reinauer, ablaze in morning color

Laura K. and Margaret Moran (love the natural fiber fendering on Margaret)

Here’s the “tall” one, Norwegian Sea, with air draft of 88.’  Am I wrong in thinking that’s almost three times the height of the Olympic “high” diving event?  If so, !@#@!

So below is a mystery tug for me–is it also Norwegian Sea? I couldn’t get close enough.

Photos, WVD.

I’ve never counted the number of seas on our planet, but it’s more than seven.  K-Sea has more than double that traditional number.  Here’s Norwegian Sea, named for that portion of the Atlantic the Icelanders might call the Icelandic Sea Norwegian Sea used to go by the names Portsmouth and Leoparde Grande.  Might this be the same vessel sans upper wheelhouse?




Through the February snow, Treasure Coast moves fuel up the Hudson.




Here’s K-Sea’s Nathan E. Stewart showing the aft control house.  Here’s the same vessel under previous owners.




More on aft controls soon.

Photos, WVD.

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