Showing posts with label rhode island. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rhode island. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

The dead whale in Little Compton



You know you're sick of being stuck indoors on the endless rainy days when going to check out a whale carcass seems like a decent way to pass the time.



Two dead whales washed ashore in the town of Little Compton, Rhode Island, where I've been staying for the past week. One of them, a humpback, landed on the private beach to which my sister and her family belong. The Providence Journal reports today:
. . . on Saturday workers on Briggs Beach spent the day burying the 30-foot-long, 2-ton humpback that washed ashore last week. But some problems arose there on the wet sand.

With the weekend’s pounding surf, a backhoe operator was able to dig down only about four feet before waves started filling the hole, said beach manager Ron Bogle. Then there was the issue of bloating.


The very backhoe


Staff from the aquarium suggested the backhoe operator first use the bucket’s teeth to pop a few holes in the bulging blubber to allow some buoyant gases to escape.

“He banged on that thing with the claw several times but it didn’t make a dent,” Bogle said. “That old saying, ‘As tough as nails’? Well for me it’s now as tough as whale.”

Someone suggested using a chain saw “but no one volunteered to get that close to it,” Bogle said. It smells pretty bad.

The end result come Sunday morning was that with the pounding waves and the ever more buoyant humpback, “the whale is right there on the beach and it looks like we never even dug a hole.”

The plan now, said Bogle, is to wait a couple of days in the hopes that the new-moon tide may lift the whale higher onto the beach. Then once the tide levels recede workers will dig a deeper hole higher up on the sand.

In the meantime, Bogle said he would be speaking with the local police to see if they might shoot some holes in the whale.

Bogle has already ruled out, however, any explosives such as dynamite used once in Oregon to dislodge a similar beached whale.

So my nephew and I checked it out today, being careful to stay upwind, although it didn't smell as bad as we were expecting. I think they shot it because even though it's been dead for a week, fresh blood was dripping from several holes, which was surprising.





Here's what can happen when the decomposition gases build up to the point of no return:


This 60-ton sperm whale was on it's way to a necropsy in Taiwan when it exploded en route. And while on the topic of exploding whales, this video of the detonation of the 1970 Oregon whale is wild. This shows why using a half ton of dynamite to get rid of a dead whale isn't a good idea.

"The blast blasted blubber beyond all believable bounds," as the newscaster put it.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Newport Harbor, Rhode Island


Look at this sweet boat. Isn't it a beauty? Welcome to Newport, home to some of the most gorgeous sailboats in the world. I took this pic as we approached the harbor yesterday. I was hoping to see the Puma racing boat built for the Volvo Ocean Race, but it had already left the shipyard for the October start of the race in Europe.


These are some pics I took last night at twilight of the marina we docked at. I love the way the metal building reflects the setting sun.


The slip next to us has a satellite dish rigged up to the pylon. Guess they live there. That's the beautiful Newport Bridge in the background.


I shot a bunch of pics from the top deck and threw together a quick David Hockney-esque panorama. Click on the above photo to enlarge.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

The Cliff Walk: Newport, Rhode Island's Millionaires' Row



No rowdy behavior!

I escaped to New England for the past week and returned to the hot steamy grid yesterday. One of the highlights of visiting with my sister Susan and her family who live in Rhode Island was an excursion to the land of Vanderbilt mansions and America's Cup yachts -- Newport -- where she and I toured the 3 1/2 mile Cliff Walk, which I had never done before.

These mansions were built as "summer cottages" in the late 1800s to early 1900s, before income tax was instituted. Now, most of them have been donated the the local historical society as museums, although there is a smattering of still-private homes amongst the splendor.



One of the mansions has been turned into a hotel called The Chanler, and this was the Sunday brunch menu. The cheapest thing you can mow down with your Bloody Mary is the forty-four dollar shrimp pasta. Their website includes the menus, but doesn't include the prices. Go figure.



The Breakers, owned by the Vanderbilts, was the swankiest home I saw all day. It's one of the several Millionaires' Row cottages shown in the opening helicopter shot in the 1991 film Reversal of Fortune about Claus and Sunny von Bulow starring Jeremy Irons and Glenn Close. Great film, by the way, if you haven't seen it, and most of it was shot in Newport.



Six doggies (all Labs, how Waspy!) turned into . . .



. . . seven doggies! And still an all-Lab gene pool.



Boo! Cesar Milan would hate this sign too. There are no bad dogs!



Susan on the steps of her summer shack . . .



. . . and in her front yard.



Alva Vanderbilt had this Chinese Tea House built on the cliffs at Marble House and hosted rallies for women's right to vote. That's a pretty swanky setting for tea parties.



It was a humid 90-degree day - perfect weather for these local kids cooling off.