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This feature of the blog serves to look back at this month exactly a decade ago, i.e., photos from my archives from exactly 120 months back.
John B. Caddell was still kept compliant, spruced up, and –I assume–profitable.
Nathan E. Stewart commemorated a tragic incident but it worked on the East Coast to redeem itself. That certainly did not pan out.
K-Sea must have been at its peak back then: in this one shot are Greenland Sea, Baltic Sea, and Houma.
Hornbeck Offshore worked out of a footprint now occupied by Vane. Their boats like Patriot Service and
Spartan Service and others had a distinctive appearance.
Janice Ann Reinauer seemed much beloved, possibly because of the lush bow pudding missing in the photo below.
Of the boats so far in this post, Freddie K II is the only one that still works in the sixth boro these days. Of the others, only Patriot Service and Greenland Sea still operate in the US, and at least three of the others here have been scrapped.
All photos by Will Van Dorp, who wishes you a happy and safe August 2019.
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Here for some context is a post with drawings bowsprite did exactly a decade ago … .
I took the photo below of the same setting.
Whole fleets that existed a decade ago are gone. For example, K-Sea has been subsumed. Some boats like Maryland are still in the boro,
others are still on the East Coast but in other fleets like this Falcon.
But still others like Coral Sea and
and Baltic Sea have gone to another continent.
Others might be scrapped . . . like Volunteer and
Bismarck Sea.
Others like Adriatic Sea have crossed over to the other side of North America….
Another fleet subsumed under Kirby–as is K-Sea–is Allied. Here in July 2009, Sea Raven–now scrapped–and another Falcon have rafted up. Here’s the link to read in this post: how Sea Raven was built!!
Hornbeck had a fleet in the sixth boro, with their base in Brooklyn at the current Vane base. I don’t know what Atlantic Service is currently doing, if anything.
Spartan Service has been sold to a Mexican company,
Sandmaster was still sand mining with this rig. She was since sold to the Caribbean, and according to AIS, now flies the flag of Niger, which to me says she may be scrapped.
Cheyenne was still red back then, and has since changed colors twice, and exchanged salt water for fresh. She’s also won the International Tugboat Race on the Detroit River for the past two years.
And this Kristin Poling, 1934 built, still plied her trade, always a treat to see.
All photos from 10 years ago by Will Van Dorp, who is amazed by the amount of equipment change in the sixth boro in the past decade.
Someone I care about expressed delight in seeing Hornbeck boats. “They’re pretty, beautiful white and orange,” I recall a statement. Well, I have news for you: they’re Candies. What? are Candies? Well, many of them are ex-Candies, at least. That’s Otto Candies, LLC, Marine Transportation and Towing.
Like Patriot Service, ex-Sean Candies. From a distance, I imagined the black stack-fronts as darkened windows. Guess the total horsepower.
114′ loa and launched in 1996.
Spartan Service . . new to boro6 this summer? Formerly Domar Captain.
Redundant radars? Spartan is 101′ loa and launched in 1978.
Huron Service, ex-Eric Candies. Left to right in background: Zachery Reinauer and Baltic Sea. I first wrote about Huron here over a year ago.
Left to right here in Gowanus Bay: Huron Service 98′ loa and from 1981, Sea Service 104′ and 1975, and Atlantic Service 100′ and also 1975. Bridge in the background is the BQE.
Here’s Sea Service over at the Palisades anchorage . . . or is it called Yonkers anchorage.
Erie Service, ex-Brett Candies 98′ and 1981.
And here’s Michigan Service, ex-Kevin Candies 980 and 1981; along with Erie. Now given these names, you know there has to be a Superior Service. I’ve just never seen it. Maybe it operates elsewhere. Here’s the Hornbeck site.
When I saw the colors here, I thought it was a Candies boat operating as a Candies boat in boro6. Wrong. It’s Sandmaster of Amboy Aggregates. Oh, it’s ex-Ben Candies, 107′ and 1983.
Answer to Patriot Service hp: 6140.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp. Again, click on a foto to enlarge it . . . at least, it does so on my machine.
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.
I took all but the last two fotos here between 1230 and 230 today at Pier 66, where Elizabeth and I met Rick of Old Salt for lunch. Good company, tasty grub, wild weather, diverse traffic describe the lunch; see if you agree.
First Robbins Reef passed southbound, some swells washing the stem bitt.
Spartan Service pushed oil upriver. I’ve never previously seen Spartan. Weehawken cliffs make up the horizon.
Bandersnatch (a sailboat converted to a powerboat?) of Charleston heads south, a great Lewis Carrollian name for a snarky hybrid.
Lunch over, we were packed up and ready to head out when the skies opened, water washing off the roof atop us like snow past Bounty‘s bountiful figurehead, whose garments then clung to her body. The bowsprit just beyond Bounty belongs to Bel Espoir 2, of Brest.
Rain reduced visibility to less than a mile at this point. Notice here as Adirondack powers upriver, the tower at the Hoboken Terminal is barely visible; the menacing point… resembling thunderbolt, is Bounty‘s martingale. And the crew and passengers huddled in the yellow slickers give the impression of all members of the same religious order, reminiscent of one of my favorite all-time Bowsprite drawings here. Rain then
tapered off as Dutch ketch Saeftinge, Falcon, , plowed northward. Imitating Hudson? Geer is a tiny village less than 20 miles south of Amsterdam.
Falcon moved a light barge on the hip, southward past the Lincoln Tunnel vent.
Speaking of Bowsprite, here’s a tribute foto, with two visitors–Bel Espoir 2 and Bounty–as backup. Strangely, I was seeing shadow and still covering my camera from rain as I took this.
By the time Erie Service headed past, the air felt positively (negatively?) tropical.
The next two fotos were taken yesterday. As the western sky over North Hoboken reddened, I couldn’t resist hauling out my camera.
Cameras are vision-aids for me. The more I looked, the more what I saw on the French three-masted schooner intrigued me. Note the “collage” through the glass on the aft end of the cabin. Would this combination EVER appear on an American vessel?
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
By the way, I just got an email from Rick in which he swears he saw an old man in a strange large vessel made of gopher wood and pitch and carrying a lot of animals, pairs male and female, as he ferried over the Hudson to Hoboken. I watched what Rick drank at lunch, and he consumed in moderation, so . . . draw your own conclusions here.
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