Looking back, it almost seems like science fiction time travel, but when Diana and I were dating this was a popular Saturday outing for us, steaming up the Hudson to West Point on the good ship Alexander Hamilton. Di would pack a lunch, which we'd enjoy on the West Point grounds, and then we'd share a couple of beers on the return.
I don't know why, but big ships almost always share the same ignominious fate -- neglected, then abandoned, finally salvaged for scrap or sunk. Sometime in the 70s I think, the Hamilton caught fire and sank off its drydock at the Leonardo, NJ Naval weapons station. Her stacks are just visible if you're at sea looking landward.
By the way, the Hamilton was a rather rare side wheeler paddle boat - you can see the portside white skirt cover in this photo.
I don't know why, but big ships almost always share the same ignominious fate -- neglected, then abandoned, finally salvaged for scrap or sunk. Sometime in the 70s I think, the Hamilton caught fire and sank off its drydock at the Leonardo, NJ Naval weapons station. Her stacks are just visible if you're at sea looking landward.
By the way, the Hamilton was a rather rare side wheeler paddle boat - you can see the portside white skirt cover in this photo.
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