<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" ><channel><title>Brooklyn Bugle &#187; Travel</title> <atom:link href="http://brooklynbugle.com/category/brooklyn-bugle-2/life/travel-life/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" /><link>http://brooklynbugle.com</link> <description>On the web because paper is expensive</description> <lastBuildDate>Fri, 28 Jul 2017 14:10:30 +0000</lastBuildDate> <language>en-US</language> <sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod> <sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency> <generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=4.2.2</generator> <item><title>Photos from a &quot;Hidden Harbor&quot; Tour</title><link>http://brooklynbugle.com/2014/07/23/photos-from-a-hidden-harbor-tour-working-harbor/</link> <comments>http://brooklynbugle.com/2014/07/23/photos-from-a-hidden-harbor-tour-working-harbor/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2014 02:39:00 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator><![CDATA[Claude Scales]]></dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Travel]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Architecture]]></category> <category><![CDATA[brooklyn]]></category> <category><![CDATA[History]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Maritime]]></category> <category><![CDATA[New York City]]></category> <category><![CDATA[photography]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://brooklynbugle.com/?guid=934591e242c593e008297d25f2554c01</guid> <description><![CDATA[A few weeks ago my wife and I went on one of the Hidden Harbor tours presented by the Working Harbor Committee. These tours, which use chartered Circle Line boats, take one into parts of New York harbor one doesn't usually see closely unless one works ... <br />(<a href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tzVM/~3/_gwLogl8zyo/photos-from-hidden-harbor-tour.html">via <a href="http://selfabsorbedboomer.blogspot.com/">Self-Absorbed Boomer</a></a>)</br>]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZaZJuMPb0g/U7mRAJBdLPI/AAAAAAAAEBg/HDOyAAcw_44/s1600/jsw_img_5955_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZaZJuMPb0g/U7mRAJBdLPI/AAAAAAAAEBg/HDOyAAcw_44/s400/jsw_img_5955_edited-1.jpg" /></a>A few weeks ago my wife and I went on one of the Hidden Harbor tours presented by the <a href="http://workingharbor.com/about.html">Working Harbor Committee</a>. These tours, which use chartered Circle Line boats, take one into parts of New York harbor one doesn&#8217;t usually see closely unless one works in the maritime industry. Our tour departed from the Circle Line pier, near the foot of Manhattan&#8217;s West 43rd Street. As the boat backed out into the Hudson River, we could see <i>Norwegian Gem</i> docked at the nearby cruise ship terminal. A now retired Concorde SST is on display at the end of the pier that is home to the <a href="http://www.intrepidmuseum.org/">Intrepid Sea, Air &amp; Space Museum</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-puxCraOdk7s/U8nRRTb_PCI/AAAAAAAAEKc/7QYARU2djG8/s1600/jsw_img_5956_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-puxCraOdk7s/U8nRRTb_PCI/AAAAAAAAEKc/7QYARU2djG8/s1600/jsw_img_5956_edited-1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">As we moved away from the dock, we got a good view of the World War Two veteran aircraft carrier </span><i style="text-align: left;">Intrepid.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vDp9omdQNfQ/U8syMQ_x57I/AAAAAAAAEKs/xL5Tz8J05hQ/s1600/jsw_img_5958_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vDp9omdQNfQ/U8syMQ_x57I/AAAAAAAAEKs/xL5Tz8J05hQ/s1600/jsw_img_5958_edited-1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">Heading downriver, we passed the retired, now privately owned fire boat </span><i style="text-align: left;">John J. Harvey </i><span style="text-align: left;">and the also privately owned lightship </span><i style="text-align: left;">Frying Pan. </i><span style="text-align: left;">Six years ago I was on a cruise on the </span><a href="http://www.tugboatcornell.com/" style="text-align: left;">tugboat <i>Cornell</i></a><span style="text-align: left;"> when we were called on to pull </span><i style="text-align: left;">Harvey</i><span style="text-align: left;">, then stuck on a mudbank, free. I </span><a href="http://selfabsorbedboomer.blogspot.com/2008/07/your-correspondent-embarks-on-voyage.html" style="text-align: left;">recorded the incident</a><span style="text-align: left;"> on video. The large structure behind </span><i style="text-align: left;">Frying Pan</i><span style="text-align: left;"> is the </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Starrett-Lehigh_Building" style="text-align: left;">Starrett-Lehigh Building</a><span style="text-align: left;">, (Cory &amp; Cory, Yasuo Matsui; 1931), a striking adaptation of some elements of art deco architecture, such as rounded corners, continuous horizontal strip windows, and varying brick colors, to an industrial and warehouse structure.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nWbN89aSv54/U8s7j5C32iI/AAAAAAAAEK8/iMdi8AE4bhU/s1600/jsw_img_5967_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nWbN89aSv54/U8s7j5C32iI/AAAAAAAAEK8/iMdi8AE4bhU/s1600/jsw_img_5967_edited-1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">Continuing down the Hudson, we saw another former government vessel now in private hands, the lightship tender </span><i style="text-align: left;">Lilac. </i><span style="text-align: left;">Behind her is the Borough of Manhattan Community College and the towers of the Independence Plaza housing complex.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jun2bbXwVCY/U8s9Zmw70zI/AAAAAAAAELI/rL2b65UpJK4/s1600/jsw_img_5972_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jun2bbXwVCY/U8s9Zmw70zI/AAAAAAAAELI/rL2b65UpJK4/s1600/jsw_img_5972_edited-1.jpg" height="260" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">Passing the tip of lower Manhattan we saw a skyline dominated by the new One World Trade Center (David Childs/SOM; completion expected later this year) and the newly opened Four World Trade Center (Fumihiko Maki, 2013). The low, white building on the shoreline below One WTC is </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/City_Pier_A" style="text-align: left;">City Pier A</a><span style="text-align: left;">, built in the 1880s and expanded in 1900 and 1919. It was used at different times for police and fire boats, lay derelict for many years, and is now being rehabilitated as a venue for restaurants.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mb-eXjxtgII/U8v_B6u9g6I/AAAAAAAAELY/wZ63Y9RGYDQ/s1600/jsw_img_5975_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mb-eXjxtgII/U8v_B6u9g6I/AAAAAAAAELY/wZ63Y9RGYDQ/s1600/jsw_img_5975_edited-1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">Looking up the East River, we could see the Brooklyn and Manhattan bridges, as the sightseeing boat </span><i style="text-align: left;">Robert Fulton</i><span style="text-align: left;"> went by.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dx8sKdARL8c/U8wA5g4z94I/AAAAAAAAELk/GSN2W6vGe9g/s1600/jsw_img_5981_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dx8sKdARL8c/U8wA5g4z94I/AAAAAAAAELk/GSN2W6vGe9g/s1600/jsw_img_5981_edited-1.jpg" height="283" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">We headed through the Buttermilk Channel, which lies between Brooklyn and Governors Island. The retired harbor tanker </span><i style="text-align: left;">Mary A. Whalen, </i><span style="text-align: left;">purchased and restored by </span><a href="http://portsidenewyork.org/" style="text-align: left;">PortSide New York</a><span style="text-align: left;">, is docked at a pier on the Brooklyn side. In the background, above </span><i style="text-align: left;">Mary&#8217;s </i><span style="text-align: left;">wheelhouse, is the </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Williamsburgh_Savings_Bank_Tower" style="text-align: left;">Williamsburgh Savings Bank Building</a><span style="text-align: left;"> (Halsey, McCormack and Helmer, 1929), for many years Brooklyn&#8217;s tallest.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9jSWVxXOs8/U8wFIvnGD_I/AAAAAAAAELw/76xMT1CSFAI/s1600/jsw_img_5985_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9jSWVxXOs8/U8wFIvnGD_I/AAAAAAAAELw/76xMT1CSFAI/s1600/jsw_img_5985_edited-1.jpg" height="265" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">A double-crested cormorant was perched atop a buoy.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Agxk0iMlO_A/U8wNkn-LmVI/AAAAAAAAEMA/2R-pqwxddTk/s1600/jsw_img_5989_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Agxk0iMlO_A/U8wNkn-LmVI/AAAAAAAAEMA/2R-pqwxddTk/s1600/jsw_img_5989_edited-1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">Heading across the harbor, we passed the ferry terminal on Staten Island and the ferry </span><i style="text-align: left;">Spirit of America</i><span style="text-align: left;">.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aH_3cz064ZA/U8wP4M7lOcI/AAAAAAAAEMU/vFsnGfkKCJE/s1600/jsw_img_5993_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aH_3cz064ZA/U8wP4M7lOcI/AAAAAAAAEMU/vFsnGfkKCJE/s1600/jsw_img_5993_edited-1.jpg" height="226" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">Entering the Kill Van Kull, which lies between Staten Island and Bayonne, New Jersey, we passed the tug </span><i style="text-align: left;">Brian Nicholas </i><span style="text-align: left;">pushing two barges, one loaded and one empty, lashed side-by-side.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BSuz2JPKDy4/U8wdjXUH_VI/AAAAAAAAEMk/SNufdNeX_70/s1600/jsw_img_5995_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BSuz2JPKDy4/U8wdjXUH_VI/AAAAAAAAEMk/SNufdNeX_70/s1600/jsw_img_5995_edited-1.jpg" height="275" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">The tanker </span><i style="text-align: left;">Skopelos </i><span style="text-align: left;">was docked on the Bayonne side. In the background, to the right, is a wind turbine; an effort to reduce the demand for the fossil fuel tankers carry.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uGRPK7M2g1U/U8wmBcTBjSI/AAAAAAAAEM0/hDs1-WLNRF4/s1600/jsw_img_6001_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uGRPK7M2g1U/U8wmBcTBjSI/AAAAAAAAEM0/hDs1-WLNRF4/s1600/jsw_img_6001_edited-1.jpg" height="210" width="400" /></a><i style="text-align: left;">King Duncan, </i><span style="text-align: left;">another tanker, was berthed just beyond </span><i style="text-align: left;">Skopelos.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fuTqf5Rrvw0/U8wnmcBlMpI/AAAAAAAAENA/RANBloy5Qv0/s1600/jsw_img_6003_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fuTqf5Rrvw0/U8wnmcBlMpI/AAAAAAAAENA/RANBloy5Qv0/s1600/jsw_img_6003_edited-1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">The World War Two veteran destroyer escort U.S.S. </span><i style="text-align: left;">Slater </i><span style="text-align: left;">was undergoing maintenance at Caddell Dry Dock and Repair Company, Inc. on the Staten Island side. There&#8217;s an article about </span><i style="text-align: left;">Slater&#8217;s </i><span style="text-align: left;">stay at Cadell&#8217;s, ending with a photo showing her after completion, sporting her bold camouflage,&nbsp;</span><a href="http://workingharbor.wordpress.com/2014/06/29/uss-slater-heading-home-monday-30-june-0500/" style="text-align: left;">here</a><span style="text-align: left;">. </span><i style="text-align: left;">Slater</i><span style="text-align: left;"> is now back in Albany, where she serves as a </span><a href="http://www.ussslater.org/" style="text-align: left;">floating museum</a><span style="text-align: left;">.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_6ZPoeqXv1U/U8wwxek3MAI/AAAAAAAAENQ/Y2Yv-Tn8j74/s1600/jsw_img_6010_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_6ZPoeqXv1U/U8wwxek3MAI/AAAAAAAAENQ/Y2Yv-Tn8j74/s1600/jsw_img_6010_edited-1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">A short way past Caddell&#8217;s we passed under the Bayonne Bridge, which is being raised to allow the gargantuan container ships now going into service to pass under it. The project is being done in stages, so as to keep the bridge open to traffic except during late night hours. Photo by my wife.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DYnEqbTkbz0/U8w0Rf-u4CI/AAAAAAAAENc/bJoz48l5bwM/s1600/jsw_img_6019_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DYnEqbTkbz0/U8w0Rf-u4CI/AAAAAAAAENc/bJoz48l5bwM/s1600/jsw_img_6019_edited-1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">After the bridge, we turned into Newark Bay, and passed the outbound container ship </span><i style="text-align: left;">MSC Arushi R., </i><span style="text-align: left;">escorted by the tug </span><i style="text-align: left;">Miriam Moran.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A digression: sometime in the late 1950s, as my dad and I were tooling around the port of Tampa in our little Carter Craft runabout, I saw what struck me as a most ungainly and un-aesthetic ship, Pan Atlantic Steamship Company&#8217;s <i>Gateway City. </i>It was a standard C-2 type freighter that had had its hull above the waterline extended in beam, so that it looked like the awkward offspring of a cargo ship and an aircraft carrier. Instead of graceful masts and booms, it had massive gantry cranes straddling its decks, and it listed noticeably landward when the cranes carried containers off the ship to deposit them on the dock. You can see a photo of <i>Gateway City </i><a href="http://www.georgesharp.com/SHARP_History.htm">here</a> (scroll down to 1957) and read about how she came to be <a href="http://www.worldshipping.org/pdf/container_ship_revolution.pdf">here</a>. I didn&#8217;t know it at the time, but I was witnessing the beginning of a revolution in marine transportation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NUzGTeSukto/U8xH_9s6h2I/AAAAAAAAENs/2aYKUidmHCI/s1600/jsw_img_6021_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NUzGTeSukto/U8xH_9s6h2I/AAAAAAAAENs/2aYKUidmHCI/s1600/jsw_img_6021_edited-1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">After </span><i style="text-align: left;">MSC Arushir</i><span style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;came Don Jon Marine&#8217;s </span><i style="text-align: left;">Caitlin Ann, </i><span style="text-align: left;">pushing an empty barge.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RADwHuEESdU/U8xtuiJ9KdI/AAAAAAAAEN8/TluK9oHVCGQ/s1600/jsw_img_6023_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RADwHuEESdU/U8xtuiJ9KdI/AAAAAAAAEN8/TluK9oHVCGQ/s1600/jsw_img_6023_edited-1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><i style="text-align: left;">Maersk Pittsburgh </i><span style="text-align: left;">was docked at Port Elizabeth.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lFTZUmQwuu8/U8xucDlHoJI/AAAAAAAAEOE/GztYbIxxeRA/s1600/jsw_img_6026_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lFTZUmQwuu8/U8xucDlHoJI/AAAAAAAAEOE/GztYbIxxeRA/s1600/jsw_img_6026_edited-1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">Another Don Jon tug, </span><i style="text-align: left;">Mary Alice, </i><span style="text-align: left;">was headed up Newark Bay.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1UdOqqkvr-Q/U8xvG6iQbTI/AAAAAAAAEOM/hGN3JBJvMv8/s1600/jsw_img_6033_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1UdOqqkvr-Q/U8xvG6iQbTI/AAAAAAAAEOM/hGN3JBJvMv8/s1600/jsw_img_6033_edited-1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><i style="text-align: left;">Ital Laguna</i><span style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;was docked at Maher Terminals, Port Elizabeth. The First Watchung Mountain can be seen in the distance.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hlnJHlS7Rs0/U8x9uu8GjLI/AAAAAAAAEOc/GiIi6I5MUts/s1600/jsw_img_6032_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hlnJHlS7Rs0/U8x9uu8GjLI/AAAAAAAAEOc/GiIi6I5MUts/s1600/jsw_img_6032_edited-1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><i style="text-align: left;">Elizabeth McAllister </i><span style="text-align: left;">was also heading up the Bay,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uRvQBVpt5t4/U8x-rrwU-CI/AAAAAAAAEOk/UO0MFR0emXU/s1600/jsw_img_6035_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uRvQBVpt5t4/U8x-rrwU-CI/AAAAAAAAEOk/UO0MFR0emXU/s1600/jsw_img_6035_edited-1.jpg" height="226" width="400" /></a><i style="text-align: left;">Endurance, </i><span style="text-align: left;">docked at Port Newark, is a rarity these days; a large civilian cargo ship flying the U.S. flag. She is a RO-RO (Roll On-Roll Off) ship, and is used to transport equipment and supplies to U.S. forces abroad.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nF_LJtDoNpc/U8yC7MTFt7I/AAAAAAAAEOw/GdmuN5fwYvE/s1600/jsw_img_6036_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nF_LJtDoNpc/U8yC7MTFt7I/AAAAAAAAEOw/GdmuN5fwYvE/s1600/jsw_img_6036_edited-1.jpg" height="291" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">Heading back toward the Kill Van Kull, we passed </span><i style="text-align: left;">Ellen McAllister.</i><span style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;The tug&#8217;s low profile suggests she may sometimes be used on inland waterways with low clearances.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BgU3mt7Jkzg/U83Au-kMRwI/AAAAAAAAEPA/TkckQef1cB8/s1600/jsw_img_6039_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BgU3mt7Jkzg/U83Au-kMRwI/AAAAAAAAEPA/TkckQef1cB8/s1600/jsw_img_6039_edited-1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><i style="text-align: left;">MSC Bruxelles</i><span style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;was docked at Port Newark.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-grYQ9f1ofn8/U83Cw5wZDSI/AAAAAAAAEPM/RXkCJX-hNUc/s1600/jsw_img_6041_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-grYQ9f1ofn8/U83Cw5wZDSI/AAAAAAAAEPM/RXkCJX-hNUc/s1600/jsw_img_6041_edited-1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">As we came alongside </span><i style="text-align: left;">Maersk Pittsburgh </i><span style="text-align: left;">we saw </span><i style="text-align: left;">St. Andrews, </i><span style="text-align: left;">the tug that had brought the barge from which </span><i style="text-align: left;">Pittsburgh </i><span style="text-align: left;">was taking on fuel. Note the scrape marks on the ship&#8217;s hull.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5ajoVBFq4I/U83EGlSoiYI/AAAAAAAAEPY/zVFcfyJte0s/s1600/jsw_img_6043_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5ajoVBFq4I/U83EGlSoiYI/AAAAAAAAEPY/zVFcfyJte0s/s1600/jsw_img_6043_edited-1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">Another view of the Bayonne Bridge as we headed back toward the Kill Van Kull.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SvEmbprhzeQ/U83FgVxl-KI/AAAAAAAAEPk/LG273WyEywM/s1600/jsw_img_6046_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SvEmbprhzeQ/U83FgVxl-KI/AAAAAAAAEPk/LG273WyEywM/s1600/jsw_img_6046_edited-1.jpg" height="295" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">The tug </span><i style="text-align: left;">Houma</i><span style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;passed us just before we reached the bridge.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfArFyc5eMQ/U83GZXz3EGI/AAAAAAAAEPs/MuEN1fc09aI/s1600/jsw_img_6049_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfArFyc5eMQ/U83GZXz3EGI/AAAAAAAAEPs/MuEN1fc09aI/s1600/jsw_img_6049_edited-1.jpg" height="262" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">We passed the Moran tug fleet&#8217;s Staten Island home port. </span><i style="text-align: left;">Laura K. Moran </i><span style="text-align: left;">and two other tugs were docked there.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4KPNcLR14hs/U83HkxMvGBI/AAAAAAAAEP4/Kj-P7HlHgmY/s1600/jsw_img_6050_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4KPNcLR14hs/U83HkxMvGBI/AAAAAAAAEP4/Kj-P7HlHgmY/s1600/jsw_img_6050_edited-1.jpg" height="270" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">A little farther along was the Reinauer dock, where </span><i style="text-align: left;">Dean Reinauer </i><span style="text-align: left;">and </span><i style="text-align: left;">Kristy Ann Reinauer</i><span style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;waited for their next assignments.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GLOo32cFemg/U83KFPHRmsI/AAAAAAAAEQE/KuSLdgx1A6E/s1600/jsw_img_6053_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GLOo32cFemg/U83KFPHRmsI/AAAAAAAAEQE/KuSLdgx1A6E/s1600/jsw_img_6053_edited-1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">Traffic was heavy on the Kill Van Kull as we headed out. Ahead of us was Northstar Marine&#8217;s barge </span><i style="text-align: left;">Northstar 140, </i><span style="text-align: left;">towed by </span><i style="text-align: left;">Reliable.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IjPct54JSF0/U83K3AG_CLI/AAAAAAAAEQM/4FVYyS-SLNA/s1600/jsw_img_6054_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IjPct54JSF0/U83K3AG_CLI/AAAAAAAAEQM/4FVYyS-SLNA/s1600/jsw_img_6054_edited-1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">Here&#8217;s a better view of </span><i style="text-align: left;">Reliable&nbsp;</i><span style="text-align: left;">as we overtook the tug and her tow.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gnacc0Wcc5M/U83Ld3-hCMI/AAAAAAAAEQU/tutD4sRfcS0/s1600/jsw_img_6056_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gnacc0Wcc5M/U83Ld3-hCMI/AAAAAAAAEQU/tutD4sRfcS0/s1600/jsw_img_6056_edited-1.jpg" height="260" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">With the New York City skyline as a background, Bouchard&#8217;s </span><i style="text-align: left;">B.No.280, </i><span style="text-align: left;">escorted by </span><i style="text-align: left;">Charles D. McAllister, </i><span style="text-align: left;">headed up the Kill Van Kull.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cgDzmBiC1Jc/U83SCHKBxOI/AAAAAAAAEQk/Ps_umjrdvDg/s1600/jsw_img_6058_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cgDzmBiC1Jc/U83SCHKBxOI/AAAAAAAAEQk/Ps_umjrdvDg/s1600/jsw_img_6058_edited-1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">Power behind </span><i style="text-align: left;">B.No.280</i><span style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;was supplied by </span><i style="text-align: left;">Ellen S. Bouchard.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TllgIIjyxv0/U83SrawXxEI/AAAAAAAAEQw/CM9niwJYZNM/s1600/jsw_img_6061_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TllgIIjyxv0/U83SrawXxEI/AAAAAAAAEQw/CM9niwJYZNM/s1600/jsw_img_6061_edited-1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">Then came </span><i style="text-align: left;">Manhasset Bay&#8230;</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kBsyEj5148U/U83T2UI5s-I/AAAAAAAAEQ4/VHuHeruJel8/s1600/jsw_img_6063_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kBsyEj5148U/U83T2UI5s-I/AAAAAAAAEQ4/VHuHeruJel8/s1600/jsw_img_6063_edited-1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><i style="text-align: left;">&#8230;</i><span style="text-align: left;">which was easily overtaking </span><i style="text-align: left;">Paul Andrew </i><span style="text-align: left;">pushing a barge.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tsn68s9TwGw/U83UiZ8SIWI/AAAAAAAAERA/p6uoiJ6Z5F0/s1600/jsw_img_6065_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tsn68s9TwGw/U83UiZ8SIWI/AAAAAAAAERA/p6uoiJ6Z5F0/s1600/jsw_img_6065_edited-1.jpg" height="252" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">We encountered three tugs in succession towing barges </span><a href="http://workingharbor.com/maritime/harbor-faqs.html" style="text-align: left;">&#8220;on the hip&#8221;</a><span style="text-align: left;">; first </span><i style="text-align: left;">Brooklyn, </i><span style="text-align: left;">&#8230;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3m0JTplQR2Y/U83XRDoARlI/AAAAAAAAERM/fgtoCqvVKGQ/s1600/jsw_img_6066_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3m0JTplQR2Y/U83XRDoARlI/AAAAAAAAERM/fgtoCqvVKGQ/s1600/jsw_img_6066_edited-1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">&#8230;then </span><i style="text-align: left;">Sassafras, </i><span style="text-align: left;">&#8230;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4b9JVothYUU/U83YVTaT1QI/AAAAAAAAERc/yd8K-NJg8d8/s1600/jsw_img_6067_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4b9JVothYUU/U83YVTaT1QI/AAAAAAAAERc/yd8K-NJg8d8/s1600/jsw_img_6067_edited-1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">&#8230;then </span><i style="text-align: left;">Gulf Dawn.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yKzDkQ0Qkgw/U83bLOluigI/AAAAAAAAERo/JbWnL88tULc/s1600/jsw_img_6069_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yKzDkQ0Qkgw/U83bLOluigI/AAAAAAAAERo/JbWnL88tULc/s1600/jsw_img_6069_edited-1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">We almost overtook </span><i style="text-align: left;">MSC Arushi R., </i><span style="text-align: left;">which we had passed earlier as we entered Newark Bay, as she left the Kill Van Kull headed for the Narrows and the Atlantic.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YN6n-jCIAnY/U83c0joQsvI/AAAAAAAAER0/gp30dKzGct8/s1600/jsw_img_6072_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YN6n-jCIAnY/U83c0joQsvI/AAAAAAAAER0/gp30dKzGct8/s1600/jsw_img_6072_edited-1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">As we left the Kill Van Kull and rounded Constable Hook, we passed the Bayonne Golf Club, with its </span><i style="text-align: left;">faux </i><span style="text-align: left;">lighthouse club building (2006). The Scottish style links were built atop what previously was a waste disposal landfill.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qWdI8pcJDKc/U85mQ2HQLGI/AAAAAAAAESE/w47jZD2kngE/s1600/jsw_img_6075_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qWdI8pcJDKc/U85mQ2HQLGI/AAAAAAAAESE/w47jZD2kngE/s1600/jsw_img_6075_edited-1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">The container ship </span><i style="text-align: left;">Positano, </i><span style="text-align: left;">sitting light with no visible cargo, was docked at Bayonne&#8217;s Military Ocean Terminal.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1KDQ3bUvF1g/U85oWxuUIPI/AAAAAAAAESQ/bwWdVsAar9w/s1600/jsw_img_6077_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1KDQ3bUvF1g/U85oWxuUIPI/AAAAAAAAESQ/bwWdVsAar9w/s1600/jsw_img_6077_edited-1.jpg" height="265" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">Just past </span><i style="text-align: left;">Positano</i><span style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;was the U.S. Naval Ship </span><i style="text-align: left;">Watkins, </i><span style="text-align: left;">undergoing maintenance work at the Bayonne Dry Dock &amp; Repair Corporation&#8217;s graving dock.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v61MyGW_U9Q/U86lzKYIjAI/AAAAAAAAESo/pUNzmlsRWN0/s1600/jsw_img_6082_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v61MyGW_U9Q/U86lzKYIjAI/AAAAAAAAESo/pUNzmlsRWN0/s1600/jsw_img_6082_edited-1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">The cruise ship </span><i style="text-align: left;">Explorer of the Seas </i><span style="text-align: left;">was moored at the Cape Liberty Cruise Port, Bayonne. The Kirby tug </span><i style="text-align: left;">Lincoln Sea</i><span style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;and a barge were docked at the end of the pier.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uuM0ULzLskQ/U9Bq4pxzVZI/AAAAAAAAETM/_6Nf4pkVN0Q/s1600/IMG_6084_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uuM0ULzLskQ/U9Bq4pxzVZI/AAAAAAAAETM/_6Nf4pkVN0Q/s1600/IMG_6084_edited-1.JPG" height="300" width="400" /></a>After passing Bayonne, we saw the majestic skyline of &#8230; Jersey City, with Lady Liberty in the middle.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5YuOOZaWrH0/U9Br_KxcXYI/AAAAAAAAETU/aKBpPqMyjm4/s1600/IMG_6090_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5YuOOZaWrH0/U9Br_KxcXYI/AAAAAAAAETU/aKBpPqMyjm4/s1600/IMG_6090_edited-1.JPG" height="261" width="400" /></a>Hearing a droning noise overhead, I looked up and saw a World War Two vintage B-17 flying by.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jKnPs1-oWQ0/U9BtJj-PH3I/AAAAAAAAETg/cIt1O_1x8_g/s1600/IMG_6095_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jKnPs1-oWQ0/U9BtJj-PH3I/AAAAAAAAETg/cIt1O_1x8_g/s1600/IMG_6095_edited-1.JPG" height="300" width="400" /></a>The <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colgate_Clock_(Jersey_City)">Colgate Clock</a>, on the Jersey City shoreline, is a memory from my childhood, when I passed it several times on ships leaving from or arriving at New York. The building on which it once sat has been demolished; fortunately, the clock (Seth Thomas, 1924) has been preserved. &nbsp;We were right on time; our cruse started at 11:00 a.m. and was scheduled to last two hours.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tnCf27_RjNA/U9BwfsLNqhI/AAAAAAAAET0/FRDzpTaDOOc/s1600/IMG_6106_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tnCf27_RjNA/U9BwfsLNqhI/AAAAAAAAET0/FRDzpTaDOOc/s1600/IMG_6106_edited-1.JPG" height="300" width="400" /></a>As we approached our dock, I saw kayaks near <i>Intrepid&#8217;s </i>stern.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There will be more of these tours, including one this Saturday, July 26. &nbsp;You may <a href="http://workingharbor.wordpress.com/2014/07/22/hidden-harbor-tour-of-port-newark-this-saturday-26-july/">get tickets here</a> for it or future tours.</div><p class="syndicated-attribution"><br><a href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tzVM/~3/_gwLogl8zyo/photos-from-hidden-harbor-tour.html"><b>Source: Self-Absorbed Boomer</b></a><br> <a href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tzVM/~3/_gwLogl8zyo/photos-from-hidden-harbor-tour.html">http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tzVM/~3/_gwLogl8zyo/photos-from-hidden-harbor-tour.html</a></p>]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://brooklynbugle.com/2014/07/23/photos-from-a-hidden-harbor-tour-working-harbor/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>Escape from Brooklyn: Wine Tasting Around Sonoma</title><link>http://brooklynbugle.com/2014/07/22/escape-from-brooklyn-sonoma-wine-tasting-napa-valley-tipsy/</link> <comments>http://brooklynbugle.com/2014/07/22/escape-from-brooklyn-sonoma-wine-tasting-napa-valley-tipsy/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2014 01:05:52 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator><![CDATA[Homer Fink]]></dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Travel]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Wine]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://brooklynbugle.com/?p=562285</guid> <description><![CDATA[Every year, millions of tourists head to Napa Valley to take in the sun and quaff wine at the&#8230;]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Every year, millions of tourists head to Napa Valley to take in the sun and quaff wine at the source, so to speak. Friends often ask me for recommendations on their trip and my answer is simple: I’d go to Sonoma County instead.</p><p>When I first started to go wine tasting, you could drive from winery to winery, picking almost at random. You’d go into a barn, or a shack, or just taste on a picnic table out front. While tasting, chances are you’d be talking to the winemaker or at least someone who had worked there for a decade. It’d be a lingering tasting, alternating between joking and learning from your host. You’d make friends with another couple that came in. It wouldn’t be unheard of for the host to open up something special just for fun. After a while, they’d give you a recommendation on where to head next. There’s little better relaxation available than sipping wine in the warm sun looking out over vineyards.</p><p>Unfortunately, that experience is largely gone from Napa. There are still places where you can do that (I suggest giving Spring Mountain a try), but by and large the barn has been replaced by million dollar tasting rooms, where you elbow your way to the bar, often so you can hear a memorized script.</p><p>Luckily, Sonoma still has plenty of places that offer that relaxed and special feeling. Maybe there aren’t many tastings in barns anymore, but it’s still a casual experience. You will rarely be jockeying for space or feel like you are being rushed along to finish your glass. Quite a few folks will simply sit and chat, and that special bottle still often appears from nowhere.</p><p>The other enormous advantage is that Sonoma has variety. This may be cheating a bit, as Sonoma County is simply much larger than Napa with more varied climates, but that’s kind of the point. Here’s where I’d head:</p><h2>For Pinot Noir Lovers</h2><p>If you’re into Pinot Noir, head first to Russian River. The valley itself produces spicy and bold Pinots, but most of the wineries there also source grapes from nearby Sonoma Coast, which produces a more tart, light and bright Pinot Noir than most people are used to getting from California. They’ll also often have Anderson Valley and Oregon fruit as well, which means even more styles to sample.</p><p>Recommended Stops: Visit Siduri for the best value. Visit Lynmar for great wine, great gardens and views. Visit Littorai for amazing wine and an education in biodynamic winemaking.</p><h2>Zinfandel Heaven</h2><p>Want bolder, bigger wine? North of Russian River is Dry Creek Valley. It’s most famous for its Zinfandel, and for good reason. Dry Creek Zin is spicy and juicy, and can be one of the best combinations of both big fruit and complexity out there. But Dry Creek’s climate also does a number of other wines well—Rhone and Italian varietals seem to do especially well here.</p><p>Recommended Stops: Visit Bella for caves, a wonderful picnic spot and my favorite Zinfandel (their Lily Hill Estate Zin). Visit Ridge because their Zinfandel is just that good. Seghesio has a number of great Italian wines. including their Omaggio, which goes wonderfully well with my rib recipe. Hit up Unti for the best Italian varietals in Northern California and Frick for some great, affordable Rhone varietals.</p><h2>Something for everyone</h2><p>None of those hit the spot for you? That’s alright. There’s more Zin in Rockpile, Chardonnay and more in Chalk Hill, some nice Cabernet in Alexander Valley and just about anything you could want in Sonoma Valley proper.</p><p>Have I convinced you yet to abandon your trip to Napa and head on over to Sonoma? Well, the good news is you don’t really have to choose: Sonoma is right next door to Napa. You might just have to extend your trip.</p><p><em><strong>Alan Greene</strong> is co-owner of Tipsy, a wine and spirits shop in Brooklyn. Tipsy hosts 3 or more free tasting events every week. Visit us at the corner of Myrtle and Classon or online at <a href="http://www.shoptipsy.com" target="_blank">www.shoptipsy.com</a>.</em></p> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://brooklynbugle.com/2014/07/22/escape-from-brooklyn-sonoma-wine-tasting-napa-valley-tipsy/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> </item> </channel> </rss>