Georgia Moran

Georgia Moran reef
Type:
artificial reef, tugboat, USA
Built:
1949, Levingston Shipbuilding, Orange TX as Barbara Moran
Specs:
( 100 x 27 ft ) 238 tons
Sponsor:
Ann E Clark Foundation, South Jersey Fishing Center
Sunk:
Friday March 26, 2004 - Cape May Artificial Reef
GPS:
38°51.465' -74°42.016'
Depth:
70 ft

The two tugs are very close together: King's Point is to the northeast of Georgia Moran.

Georgia Moran reef
Georgia Moran reef

Built in 1949, by Levingston Shipbuilding of Orange, Texas ( hull #443 ) as the Barbara Moran for the Moran Towing Company of New York, New York. The tug was the third of series of five Grace Moran class tugs designed by Naval Architect Joe Hack and built by the Levingston. The series of tugs were often referred to as "Moran's Cadillacs."

In 1971 the tug was transferred to the Curtis Bay Towing Company of Baltimore, Maryland, an affiliate of the Moran Towing Corporation of New York, where she was renamed Lambert Point. In 1988, the Curtis Bay Towing Company was absorbed into the Moran Towing Corporation, and she was renamed Georgia Moran. Powered by a single, Cleveland 16-278A diesel-electric engine. She was a single screw tug, rated at 1,750 horsepower.

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Georgia Moran reef
Georgia Moran reef
Georgia Moran reef
Georgia Moran reef

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