SEA Currents: SSV Corwith Cramer
MMP has continued to be a flurry of reassembly. Everywhere, bits and pieces of the boat are coming together!
Deck is still split into the Rigging team, the Paint Prep team, and the Paint team this week. The Rigging team is pleased to welcome Foretek to Front Street, only to banish her out to the yards, which are being stored away from the rest of the ship. While Foretek preps the yards, the rest of the rigging team has finished re-serving the wire, and has moved on to - you guessed it - more blocks!
The Cramer Crew has been busy this week continuing to put the ship back together, and at the moment, she’s held together with a lot of paint and caffeine.
Deck has been divided into two teams - the pre-paint team, and the paint team. The pre-paint team has been doing incredible work preparing the soles of the fo’c’sle and the main saloon for painting, so that the paint team can swoop in and paint it.
It’s two months into Cramer MMP, and we’ve finally reached the point where we are beginning to reassemble the ship, rather than keep taking her apart. Things are slowly but surely coming together, thanks to the hard work of the crew.
Greetings from Belfast!! Things have been chugging right along here at Front Street Shipyard. We’ve reached the point where things are starting to be put back together, instead of just getting taken apart. It’s an exciting time to be alive!!
Engineering has been coordinating all the welding activity, and is happy to report that new steel has arrived and welders have been starting to patch up holes where old steel was cut out. This means that Cramer will no longer look like a scared tuna for much longer (see photo).
Hey everyone! The past couple of weeks in Cramer yard have been action-packed.
Engineering has some exciting news - they have finalized the new layout for the galley! Elliot has built a wooden model of what the galley will look like after yard, and get excited, because there’s an island. This wooden model will be recreated in steel and installed in the galley.
Breaking news to all those who have known and loved Roxy, the Cramer’s charismatic stove: Roxy is now in a better place. Namely, the shipyard floor. She is currently waiting to be moved to her happy retirement location. Roxy will be replaced with a new electric stove. Name suggestions are open.
It’s been nearly two weeks since the Corwith Cramer arrived at Front Street Shipyard, and the SEA crew and local shipyard workers have been keeping busy. Long hours have been put into hauling the ship out of the water, removing the masts, and preparing her for the long maintenance period ahead.
It was a wonderful last full day in NYC as we got to explore behind-the-scenes of the New York Aquarium on Coney Island. After meeting with Dr. Merry Camhi, director of the New York Seascape project, and sharing research and observations from our survey of the Hudson Canyon, we headed off on a tour of the upcoming shark exhibit’s construction site. We looked pretty sharp and safe in our hard hats and reflective vests.
Inexpresable. If I could describe today in one word, it would be inexpresable. Our day was filled with realizations and puffy eyes as we navigated through the busy waters of New York City harbor. Realizations that today was our last day underway aboard the Corwith Cramer, that these could be our last sweats on the braces, our final sail firls, dawn watch, lookout and helm time. It was with a sense of accomplishment, excitement, and sadness that we docked at 0800 in Brookline Harbor, knowing that this was not a port stop, that we would be departing with all of our things in less than two days.
If you had told me a year ago that I’d be spending this morning standing at the helm of a tall ship sailing towards New York, I probably wouldn’t have believed you. Even if I had, I would have been very confused by the route my life had taken.
And yet, here I am. We’ll be pulling into New York about half a day from now. While we still have not sighted land, the signs of it approaching are gradually building-from the slight glow of the far off lights on evening watch Saturday to the more frequent crackling of the radio from the doghouse as I settle in to sleep underneath it.