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I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but the opposite of “work” is “play,”  and I will trumpet out as quickly as anyone that I love to play . . . some games, certain toys sometimes.  Of course, playing with an almost 70-year-old toy involves someone working a fair amount.  But Argosy, as old as John B. Caddell, seems to have had quite the benefactor.  As a wannabe Jane Goodall of sixth-boro traffic, I appreciate the fact that the owner of this boat put the date and make of Argosy on that life ring just outboard of the helm.  Sobering is the thought that this Chris-Craft was built three years before Bloxom, one of the wrecks in the Arthur Kill here.


Here’s more info on the 40′ boat sporting a way-forward windshield.


I don’t know the make of this sloop, but Ariel is long, sleek, and the sailor and young companion seemed entranced as they sailed northward toward the Tappan Zee a few weeks back.


For what it’s worth, here’s another shot of Tack-Sea.


Is the blue sail a spinaker?  In the summer haze, it injected a refreshing dose of spirit into me.


Ruhen, Ontario-built and Nelson Zimmer-designed,  anchors up by Hyde Park.


Again I know nothing about this sloop, sailing off Weehawken, but I love the red sails.


Sometimes it’s fun to play with others, in this case, five others, each with an oar.  Off in the distance between the crane and the Statue is Argosy.  Just to the right of the Statue is the Communipaw Terminal.  To the upper left of the outrigger, looking somewhat like a surfaced submarine,  is a Buchanan boat pushing a clutch of rock scows.


And here’s a different foto of Lady Christine, a vessel featured in this blog some weeks back.  This fits under the category of what happens when a vessel leaves the sixth boro.  I got an email yesterday (or so) from Tom Mann, whose fotos were featured here back in March.  Anyhow, Tom read in his local paper about an incident involving Lady Christine‘s afterdeck cargo . . .starboard side . . . that thing with a rotor.  It turns out the helicopter went for a dip about halfway between Camden and Bar Harbor near Little Deer Isle.  All aboard, including the pilot Irving Laidlaw, were fine.  Stories here and here.  And thanks, Tom.


All fotos by Will Van Dorp.

Unrelated . . except tangentially . . . remember the Turtle replica submarine in Red Hook two years ago that  caused a security storm because it approached the QM2?  See a slide show of that here.  This past week Riley created a Roman-style sea battle in Queens.  Story here.  I wish I’d known about it in advance.  Whatever might he create two years from now??

Y . . . it’s not yachts, although they fascinate me.  Especially ones someone has “owned”

aaayxxlike Beija Flor . . .  Here’s the boat story, and the skipper story.


More accurately, what fascinates me is the ability of some to stumble onto and grow accustomed to extreme wealth, i.e., spending more in a year on vacations than I might earn in one decade, vacations on yachts like the next couple that follow.  When extreme yachts pass through the sixth boro, I pay attention.  Take Showtime (ex La Bella, Camille, Xilonen, Neninka, Kallista . . . she goes through a lot of owners, eh?) below, just sashaying into the Kills as if she were pushing fuel.  She is, sort of, well, carrying a lot:  10,000 gallons in the tanks to fuel her 2700 horsepower, just a little less than Zachery Reinauer‘s 3000 hp.  Showtime was for sale in January for a mere $4.9 m.


This 125′ loa is San Diego-registered, Mage . . .


A 1929 Ditchburn commuter, High Tea is/was? for sale for a much merer $800k.  The green-blue arched building in the background is the Governor’s Island ferry terminal aka Battery Maritime Building.


Elisa . . . foto taken of her in America’s playground at the Newburgh waterfront.  Check this link for Elisa at another yachting playground in the Med:  150′ loa and 3 gallons per mile


Moored at Chelsea piers is White Cloud, 220′ loa, 6000 hp, and 37,000 gallons fuel capacity!


But not everyone needs so many feet, horsepower, and fuel storage to enjoy the water;  this fishing yachtette lives over by the K-Sea yard, and the naming seems to have taken an influence from her business neighbors.


And I didn’t catch the name of this one. but because it lives in the marina (forgot the name) in the petro-district of Bayonne, it gets close enough for some frottage with tankers the likes of Fr8 Pride.


Youthful folks, no matter their age, enjoy the water with no need for yachts;  now there’s a secret never to lose.  No need for anything but water!  Nothing, although company is always a plus.


What asserts itself stronger and stronger in my life is the awareness of water’s attraction on me.  When I go to the water, either to be in or on or just near it, I recognize my yearning for it.  Water heals, inspires, challenges . . .  the verbs could keep flowing.  I yearn for it, and I’m glad to know I’m not alone in that.  Yearn yearn yearn . . . wasn’t there a song like that.  Oh well, some of you poets out there could rewrite the lyrics a bit.


Today’s NY Times had a Noah story.  I call it that because it’s about a boatbuilding project designed for personal salvation:  four “homeless” men in Poland meet at St. Lazarus home, where a charismatic priest creates conditions to spur these down-on-their-luck men to build a small ship to sail around the world.  Lost men (and women) sometimes need a ship to save themselves, to reconnect with their lives.  Here’s the link to story and slideshow.    Cast off all lines and yearn for challenge, for resuscitation.

All fotos by Will Van Dorp.; Beija Flor, today and all others yesterday.  Click on a foto to enlarge it.

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