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Well, six names later (George E. Wood, Russell 9, Martin Kehoe, Peter Spano, Edith Mathiesen, and Philip T. Feeney),
125 years after transforming from hull #7 at Bethlehem Steel Sparrows Point MD, to a Baker-Whiteley Coal co. boat
after many crews lost to time and countless jobs and
lost numbers of miles in salt water and fresh,
and all the ravages of neglect,
sabotage,
and time
scrapped from the bottom yesterday without
upsetting the crane,
Philip T. Feeney is gone.
Closure I hope.
Many thanks to Skip Mildrum for the first photo and the last three. Click on the other photos to see the tugster post where I first used them.
See the US flag flying off the stern here and
here?
That makes this 1999 built container vessel somewhat unique among traffic in the Kills.
Enjoy it.
I’m not sure what purpose that primer-red upfolded arm serves or what it’s called.
Here Ellen McAllister
retrieves the docking pilot.
while Robert continues the assist.
All photos by Will Van Dorp, who’s still out cat fishing. And while the fish were not biting, I read this Rick Bass collection, which I highly recommend if you’re looking to read.
Sitting on the bank, I really enjoy watching large vessels turned at the dock. Here is an index of previous “turning” posts.
Warm Sunday mornings are the best times to watch, though, because you might spend a long time waiting. The first photo here was taken at 0929 hrs. Can you identify the tug beyond the bow bulb?
0845 . . . Gramma Lee T Moran arrives at Fidias’ gangway
to deliver the docking pilot . . . 0848. And then, as events unfold onboard, from the land, it appears that nothing is happening.
At 0930 there is noticeable although quiet motion.
0931 . . . well, it’s less quiet when Gramma Lee spins her wheels to keep Fidias from slipping seaward with the tide.
0932–10 sec
0932–29 sec
0932–53
Once the 600′ vessel starts to spin, things happen very quickly.
All photos above by Will Van Dorp. Photo below was taken by “Jed.”
Today–and every day– is Earth Day, prompted post-Santa Barbara 1969. Hat’s off to all the person-centuries of painstaking efforts at safety and coexistence. Who said this? “”It is sad that it was necessary that Santa Barbara should be the example that had to bring it to the attention of the American people. What is involved is the use of our resources of the sea and of the land in a more effective way and with more concern for preserving the beauty and the natural resources that are so important to any kind of society that we want for the future. The Santa Barbara incident has frankly touched the conscience of the American people.” Answer here. HR Constellation is the ex-Beluga Constellation.
Here was last year’s Earth Day post . . . sea junk.
Here was part a of this series. Twelve hours after arrival, Balder could already be 25,000 tons lighter, although I’m not sure at this writing at what hour of darkness the discharge began.
But in daylight as by night, the Cats labor to keep the salt piled for maximum space efficiency. Since I’ve not done it, I can only imagine what a time lapse of the unloading process–in say 60 seconds–would look like as the great orange hull rises in the water as a mountain–with Cats scrambling laboriously– grows on shore.
Periodically the flow of salt stops along this nearly 300′ long arm, and
the traveling deckhouse, covering the unloading machinery and keeping the process virtually dustless, trundles over a still loaded portion of the hold. The fotos below come from the MacGregor site.
Notice the Empire State Building–almost 10 miles distant– in the foto below, just down and to the left from the starboard side lifeboat.
Here’s another shot showing Balder‘s traveling deckhouse.
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Salt goes off the portside while fuel enters to starboard from
Doubleskin 33 squired by –here–Quantico Creek.
All fotos–and narrative–by Will Van Dorp, who is solely responsible for any factual errors and who is grateful to Brian DeForest for permission to observe and take fotos of this process. I’d also LOVE to accompany Balder for the six-week 6000-mile voyage to the Chilean desert for more seasonings to tame your wintry commute.
Returning to the foto above, notice the creamy colored hull intruding from the right . . . well, more on that tomorrow.
Postscript: Balder might have loaded this salt in Patache, in northern Chile. Click here for a CSL article on Balder’s South American bulk trades.
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