USCGC Gresham (WAVP-387) - U.S. Coast Guard Service in The Atlantic 1970-1973

U.S. Coast Guard Service in The Atlantic 1970-1973

In January 1970 Gresham was reactivated and transferred to the United States East Coast, assigned a new home port at Norfolk, Virginia. She was assigned the duty of establishing a new weather station, Ocean Station Hotel, approximately 250 nautical miles (460 km) northeast of Norfolk and deemed necessary to report critical weather data necessary to improve storm-warning forecasts for the northeastern United States after winter storms in 1969 shut down large areas there; the new XERB-1 weather buoy also was tested at Ocean Station November for use by Gresham at Ocean Station Hotel.

Gresham arrived at Norfolk on 7 February 1970 and established Ocean Station Hotel on 20 February 1970. On 27 February 1970 she was reclassified as a meteorological cutter and redesignated WAGW-387.

USCGC Taney (WHEC-37) replaced Gresham on Ocean Station Hotel early in 1973.

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