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Showing posts with label Washington State Ferries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Washington State Ferries. Show all posts

27 December 2020

❖ ABANDONING A FERRY on the WASHINGTON COAST ❖



San Francisco-Oakland Bay Bridge.
When the bridge system was in place --
many of the ferries sailed north after 
purchase by Puget Sound Navigation Co.
This story regards Capt. Carl F. Frese
in command of the M.V. Lake Tahoe,
renamed the M.V. Illahee when she arrived
in Washington State.

Although the waters along the west coast are strewn with the wreckage of innumerable ocean-going vessels, the gods of the sea have been good to most small inland craft sailing the Pacific. Very few have experienced serious difficulty despite their open type of construction and limited freeboard that makes them easy prey to sudden storms frequently encountered along the coast.
      While a few Northwest-built vessels have been transferred south, the largest movement has been in the other direction, occurring mostly in the years immediately following completion of the San Francisco Bay bridge system.
      Between 1938 and 1940, 15 automobile ferries were brought up the coast by the Puget Sound Navigation Co., only one of which, a wooden vessel, sustained so much storm damage that repairs were impractical.
      When the Pacific laid claim to another ferry of this group one night off the Oregon coast, the age-old struggle of men against the sea took an unusual turn. Both the men and the sea finally gave up and the ferry made good her own escape –– unaided and unharmed.
      It was 9 August 1940, when Capt. Carl F. Frese and his crew left Oakland, California for Puget Sound with the Lake Tahoe, the first of six steel diesel-electric ferries purchased by the PSN Co.,'s Black Ball Line to increase its fleet. The boats had been idle for about a year after Southern Pacific-Golden Gate Ferries halted futile competition with the new San Francisco-Oakland bridge, the Lake Tahoe making the ceremonial last run.
      This group of six fine vessels, only 13 years old, would almost double the capacity of the Puget Sound ferry fleet. Each was of 2,468 gross tons, larger than any ferry on Puget Sound.
       As though glad to escape from idleness and an uncertain fate on San Francisco Bay, the Lake Tahoe, with engines running, was "pushing on the towline" behind the Commissioner, a Seattle tug, as they passed through the Golden Gate and headed north into the Pacific.
      In preparing the ferry for the voyage, wooden bulkheads closed off both ends of the main deck, plywood sheets covered the window and the upper deck superstructure was braced with timbers.
      The main deck bulkheads, intended to increase the vessel's seaworthiness, instead almost led to disaster.
      In addition to Capt. Frese, the ferry's crew, all Seattle men, consisted of Henry Mehus, chief engineer, and assistants Irvin Lancaster and Arthur Scribner; Ray Volsky and Lewis Currien, deckhands, and Earl Sallee, cook.
      Sea watches were set and the men on both the tug and the ferry settled down for the trip which was expected to require from a week to 10 days, depending on the weather.
      Mehus, later port engineer for Washington State Ferries, remembers the voyage up the coast as uneventful until they were nearly abeam Coos Bay.
      It was nearing the end of my 8-to-12 evening watch when I began to feel something was wrong. A moderate nor'wester we encountered that morning had freshened during the afternoon, raising a heavy swell and the tug had slowed to reduce the strain on the ferry.      
      "Down in the engine room I noticed a definite change to the vessel's motion which was becoming sluggish and she no longer was rising with the swells in a normal manner. I was pretty sure at least one of the forward compartments below deck was flooding and I had started the pumps when the Lake Tahoe took a list to port and remained in that position." 
      Communication with the Commissioner had been lost earlier in the evening when the ferry's radio failed but her plight was observed on the tug which dropped the towline and maneuvered up to the ferry's stern to discuss the situation with the crew.
      The Lake Tahoe had taken a list when the temporary bulkhead across the bow had carried away, admitting tons of seawater to the main deck which now was building up on the port side and it was felt the ferry was in danger of capsizing. The consensus was that the Lake Tahoe be abandoned.
      The tug embarked the ferry's crew without difficulty and then withdrew a short distance to stand a deathwatch which no one believed would be very long. Because there was everything to gain and nothing to lose, one generator had been left running on the Lake Tahoe to supply power to the pumps and all lights were left burning to aid in keeping the ferry under observation in the darkness.
      As the night wore on, the abandoned Lake Tahoe continued her lonely struggle against the long swells, the angle of her lights indicating the list was increasing. The fact that she remained on course gave the watchers an eerie feeling that she was underway with someone at the helm. Then it was realized that the long towing wire, now hanging vertically from the bow, was acting as a sea anchor, holding her head into the wind. 
      Shortly before daybreak, Mehus was awakened from a nap by one of the tug's crew who told him, "If you want a last look at the Lake Tahoe, you'd better hurry. We think she's going down."
      But in the increasing daylight, a closer study of the ferry showed little apparent change in her condition since the previous night. It was felt that an effort should be made to save her, particularly since there were signs of an improvement in the weather. Mehus and Lancaster volunteered to reboard the derelict.
      Earlier, the Commissioner had radioed a report of the abandonment to the Coast Guard at Coos Bay from which a cutter and surf boat had been dispatched. The surf boat put the two engineers aboard the ferry. No sooner had they stepped aboard than the generator which had been left running faltered and then stopped, but they were able to start another one immediately.
      The wind which had been blowing steadily from the northwest for more than 24-hours began to slacken. Since it was now determined that the ferry's list had increased only slightly during the night, there was a good reason to believe she could be salvaged although for the moment there was nothing the men could do.
      As the swells moderated, the Lake Tahoe began to free herself of water on the main deck, and before long the bow as above surface. Now for the first time, the pumps were taking effect, further increasing the vessel's buoyancy forward. Soon she was entirely free of water and in normal trim. Surrendered by her crew to the sea, the Lake Tahoe had struggled free unharmed.
      After the cutter had recovered the towing wire and returned it to the tug, a course was set for Coos Bay.
      Safely moored inside the breakwater, the ferry's forward compartments below deck revealed the source of the trouble. A six-inch steel ventilator duct leading from the main deck and entering the forepeak from outside the hull had carried away, probably from stress as the ferry labored through heavy seas. The opening in the hull was well above the normal water line, but in open sea, each passing swell deposited a small amount of water inside the hull.
      As the compartment began to fill, the bow was lowered until the temporary bulkhead was exposed to the full battering force of the rising seas. When this carried away, the main deck flooded, the weight of the water forcing the bow under.
      This meant that the ruptured ventilator duct was completely submerged and although the pumps were operating at full capacity, they simply were pumping the Pacific Ocean through the compartment.
      "We learned an important lesson from this incident," Mehus says. "When preparing a ferry for a coastwise voyage both ends of the main deck should be left open. Had we done so with the Lake Tahoe, the seas which came aboard after the bulkhead carried away would have swept on through and out the other end.
      "As it was, the water was trapped between the after bulkhead and the oncoming swells.
      "The rest of the ferries were brought up the coast with the decks open and later two boats were brought all the way from the East Coast in the same manner and experienced no difficulty."
      After the opening in the hull had been plugged and the ferry once more prepared for sea, the Commissioner departed Coos Bay with her tow and reached the shipyard at Winslow without further trouble.
      There a survey showed the ferry had sustained no structural damage on the voyage and after an engine overhaul, and painting, the Lake Tahoe, re-named Illahee, joined the Black Ball fleet on 3 February 1941. She went into weekend service on the Edmonds-Kingston run. 

Above text by Grahame F. Shrader, retired ferry captain.


The COMMISSIONER
At what was then called Pier No. 3, Seattle,
in August 1940, the year 
she succeeded in getting Lake Tahoe
to her new home in that city.
Then the tug went back south for more ferries.
The 600-HP diesel tug Commissioner was built
at Brunswick, Georgia in 1918.
 Here owned by Puget Sound Tug & Barge Co.
272 tons/ 108-feet fitted with an A-frame and 
steel boom of 10-ton capacity and steam boiler
for operating salvage pumps, air pumps, etc.
Click image to enlarge.
This original photo from the collection of  J.A. Turner
from the archives of Saltwater People Log©




Captain Carl. C. Frese
(1873-1960)
in command of the Lake Tahoe and 
11 other ferries coming north from the 
San Francisco Bay to Seattle, WA., 
at different times. 
Photo 1947 at his retirement, age 74.
Born in Skamania County, he began 
his career on paddle steamers
on the Columbia River. Someday
he needs his own post.
Original photo from the archives of the
Saltwater People Historical Society.©



10 November 2018

❖ OLD FERRY GREETED BY HER OLD CAPTAIN ❖

Captain Halvorsen (L)
and Captain Ole Rindal
Two four–stripers heading for shore –– after cake.

Original, undated photo signed by
Williamson's Marine Photo Shop
from archives of the Saltwater People Historical Society©

"Back when the Puget Sound ferry ENETAI was known as the SANTA ROSA –– the first time –– one of her captains was Ole Rindal, at right in the above photo at his retirement.

      He may have thought he had seen the last of the boat when he skippered her into retirement.
      But he hadn't.
      When the old ferry, now the SANTA ROSA again, was given a champagne welcome upon her return to San Francisco Bay Ole Rindal was there.
      The SANTA ROSA was towed from Puget Sound to Oakland along with another ferry well known to residents of both areas. The other vessel was the FRESNO, which resumed her original name after plying Puget Sound as the WILLAPA.
      Oakland's fireboat greeted the ferries as they went under the Golden Gate Bridge, the span that ended the SANTA ROSA's service between San Francisco and Marin County. 
      Then the ferries went under the Bay Bridge, which put both of them out of business on San Francisco Bay in May 1940, and opened the way for them to be purchased by the Puget Sound Navigation Co.
      Several hundred people greeted the returning ferries at Oakland, where the SANTA ROSA (ex-ENETAI), was rechristened by Mrs. Don Clair, the ferry's new owner.
M.V. SANTA ROSA
Permanently anchored at Pier 3,
adjacent to downtown San Francisco for
Hornblower Cruises and Events.
The former car deck is now a dance floor,
with corporate offices above.
Hornblower Cruises website 2018.

      "Capt. Ole Rindal was there in his Washington State Ferries uniform," Harre Demoro, member of a steering committee which plans to turn the SANTA ROSA into a maritime museum, said in a letter received here today.
      'He was skipper of the ferry when she arrived on Puget Sound and ran for a few weeks as a diesel-electric, under her old name.' 
M.V. ENETAI (ex-SANTA ROSA)
and Captain Ole.
Click image to enlarge.
Photos from the archives of the Saltwater People Log©
Then he was one of her first skippers when she emerged in 1941 as the ENETAI.
      Then he tied her up for the last time last June. 
      'He was quite the celebrity.'
      Like the ENETAI and the WILLAPA, Capt. Rindal is now retired.
      The SANTA ROSA and FRESNO are tied up near where the KALAKALA, another former Puget Sound ferry, was launched as the PERALTA in 1927.
      About 100-feet from the SANTA ROSA is the bulk of the CHIPPEWA, the first Puget Sound ferry which Clair bought for a museum ship. Workmen have begun removing the charred superstructure of the CHIPPEWA, which caught fire, apparently burned by vandals, while under conversion."
Text by Jay Wells, Maritime Editor, the Seattle Times. May 1964.
Clip submitted courtesy of Capt. Jack Russell, Seattle, WA.
Here is another Saltwater People Log entry regarding a young Capt. Ole.



23 February 2017

❖ KEHLOKEN ❖ The Death of a Friend.

KEHLOKEN
(ex-GOLDEN STATE)
ON 225772
Built 1926, Alameda, CA.
3 Diesel engines coupled to 2 Westinghouse 
electric motors developing 950 HP.
RL 226.8' x 44.0' x 15.9'
Photo by James A. Turner, Seattle,
from the archives of the S.P.H.S.©
To The Herald editor, October 1979,

"An old friend of mine died early on the morning of 19 Sept.1979 in a fire. 

      She was 53.
      Probably the majority of people now living on Bainbridge Island and North Kitsap will not recognize her name, but there was a time years ago when she figured prominently in all our lives.
      It was a time when this area was as close to paradise as I ever expect to get. Dirt roads, rolling farmlands and strawberry fields, mile upon mile of forest; houses and people few and far between. It was a time before bridges and super ferries, before developers and zoning ordinances, and this lady was a vital part of it all.
      Oddly enough, I was thinking about her just before I learned of her demise.
      She had already been a professional lady for a dozen years when she migrated here from California in 1938 with three of her sisters.
      When she moved to the Northwest, this lady changed her name to the beautiful Indian word for 'aquatic bird,' KEHLOKEN. She was of course, not a human lady, nor even alive in the strict sense of the word––except to those of us who knew and loved her.
      She was a ferryboat.
      Today's residents would scoff at her if they had met her. She had none of the glamor, the glitter, the garishness of those huge floating restaurants to which we have grown accustomed.
      She was a plain wooden ferryboat, 240-ft long and 50-ft wide.
      She glided through the water at a modest, lady-like 11 knots. Her time on the Seattle-Winslow run, dock to dock, was 40 minutes. Her passenger cabin was furnished with hard, straight-backed wooden benches. Her windows were small, square and usually flecked with white paint. Always there was a strong odor of disinfectant emanating from the men's lavatory, which permeated the entire ferry.
      There was a separate compartment for men, another for women, a third one for card
players and smokers, and a fourth that housed the coffee shop––where the accommodations were not fancy but the food delicious. She didn't even have an open deck for fresh air fiends.

      On the other hand, you could scarcely hear her smooth running Ingersol-Rand Diesel-electric engines even on the car deck. She never vibrated or rattled, even when making the turn into Eagle Harbor. She never had mechanical problems; she absolutely never broke down.
      I can recall one instance when she was out of service for two or three days with a bent tail shaft and another occasion one summer when the tide in Eagle Harbor was too low to permit her to dock at Winslow. Otherwise, she seldom missed a trip, except for regulation maintenance, that was also minimal.
      As a matter of fact, she was the most cost-effective ferryboat in the history of Puget Sound transportation.
      Her record of economy efficiency and reliability will certainly never be surpassed by her monstrous steel replacements. We depended on her and she never let us down.
      It was the KEHLOKEN that inaugurated ferry service from downtown Seattle to Suquamish and Indianola in 1938, but several years later, she arrived on the Bainbridge run and served as our boat for a decade, working alongside a variety of running mates, including her sisters, ELWHA and KLAHANIE, and the familiar SHASTA, CHIPPEWA, BAINBRIDGE and QUINAULT at various times. 
      During her years on the Winslow run, high school boys working aboard her for the summer got permanent jobs as deckhands, became mates and then captains, eventually retiring.
      When the Agate Pass Bridge was opened, bringing 'progress' to Bainbridge and North Kitsap, the tremendous increase in traffic necessitated bringing in larger faster ferries. So the KEHLOKEN moved to Vashon Island, where the commuters there depended on her for another decade.
      After that, she was relegated to the status of a spare boat, but even then, she was almost continually in service, and frequently it was on the Winslow or Kingston runs.
      State ferry officials seem to have regarded the old boats with undisguised derision, preferring to build large, gleaming, new, steel monuments to their bureaucratic tenure to replace the good old ferries (which are always labeled as 'expensive to maintain' or 'overdue for retirement.')
      So, back in 1973, with an overabundance of large, new vessels in the fleet, the KEHLOKEN was put out to pasture, even though she was still in first class condition.
      I bet they would have given their eye teeth this past summer to have had her back to help haul some of these long lines of cars waiting at Edmonds and Port Townsend!
      As I said, I was thinking of the KEHLOKEN only recently. At the time, I was aboard the crippled KALEETAN, and for the first time, I can remember, enjoying a quiet, leisurely voyage across the Sound, instead of the usual noisy, vibrating, ear-splitting Teddy Roosevelt-like charge.
      I was reminded of that the other day, in the summer of 1968, during the period when the newly arrived super ferries were being broken in. There just simply weren't enough super ferries in running condition to maintain the scheduled Winslow service. The KEHLOKEN was tied up at the maintenance yard, awaiting her afternoon rush-hour service at Vashon Island.
      So ferry officials called on Good Old Dependable KEHLOKEN to step into the breach. She did. She cleared the Winslow dock of the waiting, impatient travelers, carried them smoothly across to Seattle (in the usual 40 minutes running time), deposited them and picked up a fresh load, that the broken down KALEETAN had stranded there.
      I had the great pleasure of being onboard that trip back to Winslow. It was my last ride on the KEHLOKEN. 
      But I remarked to someone this morning, as we pulled into Winslow exactly 40 minutes after we left Seattle, "this is almost like being back on the good old KEHLOKEN."
      A few days ago I sat down in front of my television to watch the early news and beheld the KEHLOKEN, my dear old friend, being consumed by flames. I am not at all ashamed to admit that I burst into tears and wept with the same kind of grief I would have felt had I been watching the death of a long time human friend.
      My apologies to Katy Warner for usurping her usual privilege and writing this obituary, but I was afraid this longtime Bainbridge Island personality might be overlooked.
Bon Voyage, KEHLOKEN. Sail on down the line. Alki."
Above letter signed, Bob Whithed, Bainbridge Island. The Bainbridge Herald. October 1979.

1937: The KEHLOKEN (ex-GOLDEN STATE) was one of 6 former San Francisco Bay ferries put out of work by the completion of the Bay and Golden Gate Bridges. The GOLDEN STATE was towed north by the Puget Sound Tug and Barge Co.'s COMMISSIONER. 1937-1938: Capt. Walter Clarence Beachum was one of her skippers.
1983: KEHLOKEN was intentionally sunk off the southern tip of Whidbey Island.The artificial reef is popular for diving and one of the richest dives in Puget Sound. Check out this site––The Possession Point Ferry. 

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