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I realize that snow days occur here every year, even though not as frequently as they might farther north, but the movement of a squall across the boros rewards with interesting photos in spite of the cold.
At 0925 the other day, Maersk Edgar was in the clear although a squall concealed the lower Manhattan skyline.
Corpus Christi was clear.
At 10:00 Weeks’ tugs Thomas and Shelby moved in to retrieve a crane as soon as they completed the salt pile job. That’s Dreggen in the background. Nearly eight years ago Thomas and a crane were involved in a job that involved fishing out a certain geese-ingesting aircraft from a forgiving North River.
Red Hook moves a barge past a snow-cloaked IMTT.
Emerald Coast heads out at 11:37.
Peking appears from the edge of space.
And here by noon, I was disappointed in my hopes to get a photo of Hyundai Pluto, entirely invisible beyond ACL Atlantic Cartier. The port may have been closed around this time because Hyundai Pluto had arrived inside the Upper Bay, then spun around–not a lightly undertaken feat–and headed out to the Long Beach anchorage. Atlantic Cartier anchored in Gravesend, and Atlantic Conveyer did the same off Stapleton, not a common occurrence for a containership. Or maybe I just misunderstood what what going on, my perception beshrouded from myself.
All photos by Will Van Dorp.
Know this water, more of a waterway than a harbor? The distant buildings are a clue. See the one just left of the center of bridge center, needle thin?
Here’s another clue . . . the structure near the right side of the photo, like an old time gas station pump?
Or this one left of the crane, looking like the business end of a blue crab whose pincers are down?
Or this wreck? What WAS this boat? I’ve asked a million people who all say they also asked a million people. Anyone know?
And seriously, the first photo showed the Throgs Neck Bridge, the second the LaGuardia airport traffic tower, and the third . . . Arthur Ashe stadium. The photo above with the mystery wreck in the Whitestone Bridge . .. the second one in when you travel from Long Island Sound into . . . the East River
And that needle thin tower in 432 Park, said to be the tallest residential building in the hemisphere. Click here for views from the tallest bathtub in that building. And in the foreground of the photo below, truly a place of superlatives . . . . Rikers Island, i.e., one of the largest incarceration places in the world. No gunk holing is tolerated anywhere near this place.
By now, most of you know this is the East River and we’re traveling west. Here the DEP sludge tanker Red Hook prepares to depart the Hunt’s Point wastewater treatment plant. Click here for some tugster posts on treating waste and keeping sixth boro waters as clean as possible despite the teeming millions that live along the banks of these waters. And if you’ve never read my Professional Mariner story on the latest generation of these tankers, you can do so here.
Between Rikers and Hunts Point, there are the North and South Brother Islands; see my post from South Brother here from a long time ago. The safer channel goes around the north of North Brother, but in daylight, most vessels can shoot between the two.
A “night wharf” on Wards Island for the sludge tankers lies here just east of the Hell Gate and RFK bridges there.
This strait–between Roosevelt Island and the upper east side of Manhattan–in the tidal strait that’s known as the East River can see some fast currents. Somewhere off to the right is the vantage point Jonathan Steinman takes his East river pics from.
This is not a cargo pier. These vessels are repairing the bulk heading.
Anyone know the identity of these two “houses” nestled up there in the eastisde of Manhattan cliffs?
These barges called the Water Club . . . I’ve never been there. Any personal reviews?
Newtown Creek awaits its fate here at a dock in Wallabout Bay right across
from the rock wharf where Alice Oldendorff has discharged millions of tons of crushed rock over the years.
After we duck under the Brooklyn Bridge, we near the end of the East River,
where South Street Seaport Museum has been fighting the noble fight to
preserve ships and the upland including the wharves.
All photos by Will Van Dorp.
Here are the previous posts in this series, and I’m finding that in the four years since the last installment, things have changed . . . and not. Most of these boats haven’t appeared in the previous four. The livery and logo remain the same, but there are some new boats. Can you figure out how two of the following photos differ from then others?
Once while listening on VHF, I thought there was a new boat in town called “honey creek.”
So, obviously, Christian, being a crew boat, differs from all the others. Another difference, though, is that Chesapeake and Susquehanna were not photographed in the sixth boro. Identifying one location might be easier than the other. Guesses?
By the way, I know I’ve seen Kings Point, but I seem not to have a photo.
Click on the image below and enjoy the music. Come out and hear this traditional American music by the Paradise Mountain Boys–and stories about the port of New York history this coming Thursday night in Red Hook. Details here.
I hope you listened to the song above. Here’s the kicker: the band is from Norway. Here’s their take on “Man of constant sorrow,” one of my favorites.
For the Red Hook connection, here’s Lars Nilsen, co-chairman of the Norwegian Immigrant Association, “One hundred plus years ago, Red Hook ( including what is now Carroll Gardens ) was the center of a hard-working maritime-related Norwegian speaking community of about 10,000 people.” And here’s a thought from John Weaver, son-in-law of Alf Dryland, deceased Captain of PortSide NewYork’s flagship Mary A. Whalen “Norwegians in America playing Blue Grass music! If Alf Dyrland were still with us, he would be smiling. Every new adventure is the continuation of his dream come true. He would be proud of the heritage celebrated and future welcomed aboard his Mary Whalen. Thank you PortSide NewYork.”
Click here for Rick “old salt” blog’s take on this event.
Here are a few of the many posts I’ve done on PortSide NewYork.
Unrelated, here’s another unlikely interpretation of American bluegrass performed at South by Southwest.
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.
Here was GUP 3, and here was one GUP-related post since then, about the sale of a peer of the vessel below. In case you don’t check the links and are wondering what GUP is, it’s my neologism for “gross universal product,” AKA sewage. I’m doing this post now as a complement to my article in PM magazine. North River is currently high and dry and getting some paint. More on that later.
For now, let’s have a look at the fleet carrying the load . . . or loads.
The most recently arrival is Rockaway, in service now nearly a year.
Coming right up on a one-year anniversary of start of service is Port Richmond. If you are wondering about the names, all three new boats are named for sewage facilities serving NYC. Here’s an article about the Port Richmond facility.
And the original of this class is Hunts Point, in service now about 15 months.
Now if you conclude that Rockaway, Port Richmond, and Hunts Point look alike . . . well, they’re virtually identical.
Not true for Red Hook, which has been in service now for over six years.
I compared bows of the current generation with that of Red Hook here about a year ago.
Here’s the most recent photo I’ve taken of North River. How much service–even back–she has left in her I can’t tell you.
Meanwhile, all hats off to this fleet which keeps sixth boro waters smelling as sweet as they do to us and feeling as hospitable as they do to all the other critters that depend on this habitat.
Laura K Moran first appeared on this blog back in 2008 here, as the sixth boro’s newbie.
I’m not sure the story here, but Laura K holds station off the stern of MSC Sariska, who still has the hook down.
Brian Nicholas and Evening Mist head out on assignment.
Here’s an entire post I devoted to Brian Nicholas over four years ago.
For a frontal view of Evening Mist, click here and scroll.
Here Miriam Moran escorts Hoegh Inchon. ROROs’ cargo is quantified not in teus, but ceus, and Inchon is a 21-year-old floating parking lot with 4300-car equivalent capacity.
Maryland and Franklin Reinauer meet, with missions taking them in opposite directions.
And with Red Hook we end.
Happy springtime, like it was in the photo below, showing Huron Service about seven LONG years ago.
All photos taken in the real maricentric sixth boro by Will Van Dorp.
Unrelated: The post about the documentary Graves of Arthur Kill seems to be getting a lot of attention the past few days. Gary Kane and I can always figure out a time when one or both of us could do a screening for a group you put together.
. . . I haven’t figured out what the shakers are yet. But of course, people are the primary movers, even for movers of people like Martha’s Vineyard Express.
There are silt movers like Stuyvesant.
And of course all manner of movers of fluids to be respected like Loya and
Red Hook and
There are movers of boxes like Vega and
Josephine K. Miller, who can do local moves for cargo boxed or bundled or . . . other.
There could be a category of movers of movers like this and
direct movers and
Maybe I should spend some time today trying to figure out who the shakers are. All photos recently by Will Van Dorp, who was being given a tour of traffic in San Francisco Bay and noticed this interesting assemblage of names of movers.
Since the first in this series was in 2009, let me go through my archives starting from the present. I seem to have taken no photos of James so far in 2015, but here are two from 2014.
Here are a few from 2013, the day the new Caddell Dry Dock came to town.
I don’t know where 2012 went, but here was 2011, passing Stena Stealth.
I especially like this one with James‘ house down to fit under the flare of Silver Express.
For a few weeks when the NYC DEP Red Hook came to town, James followed . . . like a fly on . . .
well, a DEP boat.
All photos here by Will Van Dorp. For some shots of the vessel in Turecamo woodgrain, click here.
On a cold winter’s morning, what’s going on in the harbor?
The usual . . . . Kathleen heads out with a scow,
Eric R. Thornton muscles scrap,
Evening Tide reconnects with an oil barge,
Diane B disconnects from John Blanche for a spell,
Joyce D. Brown heads out to a job,
Red Hook, wreath still in place, shuttles between barges,
And Ellen McAllister
shows Performance out to sea. And in response to my cuz . . JS . . . Ellen performs her magic on the container ship . . .
And tugster, who took these pictures, needs to warm up and get to work himself.