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Down river . . . awaits,  as does up canal.  The tamarack mast approaches verticality for the first time using

aaorthe hinge designed to get under low bridges.  The afternoon light, the ship’s lines and natural wood, the crew raising the mast, the absence of 21st-century detail in the background . . . it all made me feel transported to medieval Scandanavia, dredged up some voices from a previous life maybe.


Using the hinge, the mast can quickly swivel back down to fit under something.


I don’t know the name of the “horn” on port side of stem, but it functions (will function) as a bowsprit holder.  Bowsprite holder?  No further comment from me.


As I found no available small boat to take this foto from the proper location, I got this view as I could.


The same is true here.


My attention has always been drawn to the leeboards (zwaarden) of Dutch sailboats.  Even today my mother has Delft blauw dishery around her house, probably where I first saw these “fish-fin look-alikes.”  As a kid, I saw these as making Dutch sailboats as part-boat, part-fish.


“Ready about,” and I’m not sure what the command would be in Dutch;  I’m eager to see these boards swivel during a tack in coordination with other shifting surfaces.

In the first days of June, Onrust makes her way to the sixth boro.  I linked to this Schnectady DailyGazette article yesterday (although several hours after posting, so if you didn’t see it then, check it out).

This just in:  Henry, sailing the unhappy Dutch yacht Half Moon, has again sent an ungargled ungarbled message across time and geography.  Check it out here.

All fotos by Will Van Dorp.

I have been truly privileged to watch Onrust grow:  the ship as well as the community and maybe the community more than the ship even.  Sure, it’s a replica of the first decked vessel in the “new world,” the first American yacht.  Onrust the original was a response to adversity:  Block’s Tyger burnt (sounds like William Blake) on the Manhattan shore, and Onrust was the response of crew who would otherwise have been stranded in . . . boring Manhattan… yeah and with nothing familiar around them.

Below are the lead bricks now ballasting the vessel, bearing names of folks who have ballasted the project.  By the way, each “brick,” which accurately describes the size, weighs about 60 pounds!  I know of what I speak, since i helped transfer them from one crushed pallet to a new strong one.  I’ve never handled gold bricks, but I’m guessing these are denser, heavier.


Onrust‘s passage into “shiphood” was marked by cheers and this lone bagpiper.


The sisters of St. Joseph came by to add their blessing.  Some timbers on the vessel come from an oak, estimated to be 400 years old, miraculously felled on convent property by lightning around the time the project was seeking lumber.  400 years, 400 years, eh?


This has to be the only crane in the Hudson watershed marked with a 400 banner.  Speaking of 400, here’s their schedule of events.


I won’t begin to list all the fabulous volunteers i met on this project, but they were literally drilling, hammering, painting . . . until Onrust began her unstoppable passage into shiphood, a transformation only possible when it floated.


It took the powerful trained eye of Bowsprite (see her own blog and our collaborative one) to notice the rudder straps–here being attached in the last half hour before SPLASH by the blacksmith–endow the restless one with a smile.


I can’t NOT see the smile now.  I won’t identify folks here, but blue shirts equal volunteers in this foto that also show some people who imbued the project with the vision needed to see it through this phrase.  First building . . .


and then it creeps through . . . penetrates the tree wall, negotiating its way into another medium . .. water and then a whole new phase begins, a phase called


SHIPHOOD!  Bravo Onrust project, clap for yourselves volunteers, Godspeed Onrust.  This blogger is humbled.  If this is possible, then what else is?

Some stats as I know them.  Weight lifted by crane:  about 20 tons.  Passenger capacity:  about 20.  LOA:  about 55 feet.  Please correct any errors.

By the way, here is an article from the Daily Gazette.  Since I had positioned myself down-the-bank to catch the vessel coming through the trees, I missed Greta smashing the champagne bottle on the bow . . .  and cutting her finger.  Sweat PLUS champagne PLUS blood . . . good omen!

All fotos by Will Van Dorp.

In Fitzcarraldo, they pull a steamboat up a mountain;  in Rotterdam Junction today, they lowered one from the sky . . . or so it seemed from my spot on the bank of the Mohawk.


The morning started like this, then


trucks came as did the 250-ton capacity crane and caravan of counterweights, red tape got dealt with, and


crowds cheered as Onrust left its cocoon for the first time.


All the beautiful curves seemed ready to glide and then swim.


All 20 tons of Onrust lifted upward on slings and


then down she came


keel touched the wet and


the captain was first to come aboard.


Canal Corp’s tug Waterford and self-propelled crane barge assisted in moving  the lead ballast on board.


More Onrust fotos soon.  Lots of work fitting out remains for the vessel to arrive in the sixth boro on June 6.

All fotos, Will Van Dorp.

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