I take a lot of gear when I go cruising, and while most of it is essential for my safety and comfort, only two things are irreplaceable: my photographs and my notes. Decades after a cruise, those images and words are often all that remains after I’ve sold the boat I’d used and updated all my gear. Although I have a sturdy watertight, crush-proof case for my camera gear, a drybag is all I’ve had to protect my journals and notebooks, pens, and pencils. That’s fine for writing at day’s end when I’m in camp or at anchor, but it’s awkward during the day when I want to make notes while I’m underway.
Photographs by the author
The Clampdesk measures 14″ x 11″ and weighs just 24 ounces when empty.
The Clampdesk from Rite in the Rain consolidates writing material in a weatherproof case that also serves a lap desk. Its shell is made of EVA (ethylene vinyl acetate), a tough, UV-resistant thermoplastic. Flat panels on both front and back provide smooth, stiff writing surfaces. The front has a strong spring clip that can hold a single sheet of paper or a 1/4″-thick notebook, and an elastic-fabric band at the bottom to keep letter-sized sheets of paper from blowing around. A weatherproof zipper with dual sliders keeps rain and spray out of the Clampdesk when it is closed and a yellow elastic loop on the spine keeps a writing implement handy without having to open the case.
Photographs by the author
The front of the Clampdesk has a stiff, flat writing surface with a clamp at the top and a band of elastic-fabric at the bottom to keep a standard sheet of paper in place. A handy loop on the spine holds a pen or pencil.
Inside, there are two mesh pockets on the left side, the upper one zippered and the lower one open-topped to hold long items. The mesh allows a good view of what’s inside and both pockets provide well-protected places to keep reading glasses. On the right, there is a single pocket made of stretch materials that can accommodate letter-sized notebooks and loose sheets of paper. Five elastic loops sewn on the pocket hold pens and pencils.
Inside the Clampdesk, there are two mesh pockets on the left side and a single pocket on the right with elastic loops for writing implements.
The Clampdesk is roughly 1-1/8″ thick and encloses an airspace that keeps it afloat if dropped overboard. The zipper has rubber flaps that close tightly against each other for most of their length to keep water out, but there are gaps around the sliders where water could get in. Because the Clampdesk floats, very little water gets in, if any.
The waterproof zipper protects the contents of the Clampdesk from rain and spray. The only gaps in the zipper’s seal are next to the sliders.
I bought a Rite in the Rain “All-Weather Legal Pad” which has 35 sheets of letter-size 8-1/2″ x 11″ recyclable paper. The pad is a good fit for the Clampdesk, inside and out. I’ve used several of the company’s “All-Weather Notebooks” in the past and the paper is certainly more water-resistant than common writing/printer paper. Immersed, it does turn gray as it absorbs water, but while ordinary paper when saturated comes apart at a light touch, Rite in the Rain paper retains some of its strength. It will tear with about half the effort required to tear it when dry, so although it’ll survive a dunking or a rain shower and still take pen and pencil marks, it’s best to take some care to keep it dry and to dry it out gently if it gets soaked. (WetNotes note pads from Ritchie Navigation have fully waterproof plastic pages that are better suited for downpours, rough water, and even snorkeling but are expensive and not recyclable.)
The Clampdesk provides a way to keep paperwork—home-printed charts, navigation notes, and writing materials—in one safe and readily accessed place. It will make it easier for me to capture experiences in writing, preserving them far longer and more clearly than I can in fleeting memories.
Christopher Cunningham is the editor of Small Boats Magazine. He has been taking notes while cruising since 1980.
Tim Shaw grew up in Manchester, Massachusetts, and summered on Cuttyhunk Island, the end of a chain of small islands west of Martha’s Vineyard, so his childhood was steeped in traditional wooden boats. In his tween years he got his first taste of boatbuilding when a friend on Cuttyhunk built a sailing pram and, soon afterward, he looked on as his father built a pram for the family. As a teen, Tim sketched small boats inspired by traditional forms. During the summer after his freshman year at high school, his parents gave him the okay to build a Gloucester Light Dory in the space that had been his playroom when he was younger. When he went off to college, he thought he’d become a yacht designer, but an unpleasant math class in the first semester brought that ambition to an end. For the next decade, Tim turned his attention elsewhere.
When Tim married, he and his bride, Lisa, went to Hawaii for their honeymoon and during a walk on a beach on the coast of Kauai they saw an outrigger canoe. “I was instantly transfixed by the blend of modern and traditional,” he recalled, “and, despite no experience with such a craft, I decided this was the sort of boat I needed to have.”
The couple moved to Alexandria, Virginia, and there Tim was able to begin gathering boatbuilding skills at the Alexandria Seaport Foundation during Tuesday open-shop evenings and at the Apprentice for a Day program at the Chesapeake Bay Maritime Museum in St. Michaels, Maryland. He also spent a week at WoodenBoat School taking a class in boat design, reconnecting with the vision he had once held for his future.
In 2006, Tim came upon plans for the Peace Canoe, designed by John Harris, in a “Getting Started in Boats” insert in WoodenBoat magazine. He didn’t have a shop, so he built the canoe in his side yard, often working by headlamp after his young children, Helena and Aidan, had gone to bed. The canoe was a success, but it didn’t fulfill his dream of building an outrigger canoe. He began sketching variations of the ocean canoe and departed from the decked OC1 (single outrigger canoe) he’d seen in Hawaii toward a more traditional open canoe.
At first, he had strip-built construction in mind, but after reading Robert Morris’s book, Building Skin-on-Frame Boats, Tim was drawn to the materials and construction of a lashed framework. With that as his goal, he spent months drawing the lines and construction details.
Photographs courtesy of the Shaw family
Tim approached the design of his outrigger canoe with neatly drawn, detailed sketches.
In 2009, he began the construction project by building the outrigger, or ama. Tim carefully selected dimensional lumber from a big-box home improvement store and resawed it to produce the ama’s longitudinals—the keel, chines, gunwales, and deck. They were given their shape by a stem piece, three bulkheads, and a small transom.
The steam-bent ribs all went into the main hull in a single day of steaming in the back yard.
Artificial sinew served as the main fastener and some dowels used as trunnels reinforced critical joints. The finished ama was covered with a nylon skin made watertight with a two-part urethane coating. The main hull, called a kino, was of similar construction, but with steam-bent white oak for most of the frames. Two stout laminated frames provided the attachment points for each crossbeam, or ’iako.
Tim launched the canoe in the fall of 2010 and christened it AL DEMANY CHIMAN to acknowledge the design’s influences: Al is “the” in Arabic, demany is “sail” in Malagasy, and chiman is “canoe” in Algonquin.
On one occasion, the Shaws took the canoe to Cuttyhunk Island, where Tim had spent many summers while growing up. From bow to stern: Lisa, Helena, Aidan, and Tim.
AL DEMANY CHIMAN did not yet have her sailing rig, but paddling served well for family outings on Chesapeake Bay. During a five-day solo cruise on Muscongus Bay, Maine, Tim observed that she “handled the more open water well and proved light enough to carry ashore on the rugged islands. It was a voyage I had dreamed about in the boat I had made reality.”
The first version of the ama was skinned and plagued with a persistent leak. Here, in 2011, Lisa paddles at the bow while Helena scans the Chesapeake Bay waters off Queenstown, Maryland.
Helena and Aidan took a liking to the canoe. On an outing in the fall of 2011, Helena came up with the idea of hanging from one of the outriggers while her father paddled. Aidan wasted no time in joining the fun and slipped overboard to hang on an outrigger, too.
Helena came up with the idea of hanging from one of the ’iako. It made for slow paddling but making good speed was never the point of the family outings. Here, she cools off in the Patuxent River.
Aidan wasn’t about to miss out on the ’iako hanging. He’s trailing a turbulent wake.
Not everything with AL DEMANY CHIMAN went as expected. The ama took on water no matter how much caulk Tim applied to potential leaks. For safety’s sake, Tim removed the skin, carved pieces of foam to fill the space inside the frame and put on a new skin.
Stymied in his efforts to find and stop the leaks in the ama, Tim changed tactics and filled it with carved blocks of foam.
Tim put a lot of effort into the sailing rig, but AL DEMANY CHIMAN didn’t take kindly to it and her main hull twisted with the torque imposed by the mast.
He also discovered that the sail applied enough torque to the frame to twist it alarmingly out of shape, so he chose not to press his luck and used the canoe without it. “AL DEMANY CHIMAN has thus been almost exclusively a paddled canoe,” Tim notes, “but I have been very happy with her in this capacity.”
In the autumn of 2014, Tim and Helena went for a father-daughter paddle on the upper-tidal Patuxent River in Maryland. Helena, who is on the autism spectrum, was engaged in the outing and settled in the stern seat, enjoying the river’s marshes. Unfortunately, as Tim recalls, “it would prove to be the last paddle of its kind.”
Early the next year, Helena went swimming at the local rec center and suffered a seizure while underwater. The pool lifeguards quickly pulled her out of the pool after which she coughed up a lot of water and then seemed well enough to go home. There, her breathing became labored, and Tim and Lisa made calls for an ambulance. At the hospital, Helena suffered heart failure, a result of a dry drowning—her lungs had been damaged by the water she had aspirated. Helena survived, but the lack of oxygen had injured her brain. She remained in the hospital for 15 weeks, but has not fully recovered her mobility or language.
“After adjusting to the new normal, I turned my attention to ways to get Helena more active.” Tim wrote. He built her a wheelchair that could negotiate trails in the woods during the summer and a kicksled for winter outings.
“What I really wanted, though, was to get back on the water more, and I wanted to bring Helena.” Paddling AL DEMANY CHIMAN was something they could do together, largely unhampered by the new disabilities. In 2019, Tim added a second ama to give the canoe stability on both sides and built a seat that would give Helena the support she needed.
In 2021, Tim gave AL DEMANY CHIMAN a new skin.
AL DEMANY CHIMAN was showing her age. Some parts had significant rot, others were broken. In 2019, Tim rebuilt the ama, and over the winter of 2020, he completely rebuilt the main hull and gave it a new skin.
Twelve years after she was first launched, AL DEMANY CHIMAN takes to the water again as good as new and with a new smaller outrigger to starboard. From the stern, Tim, Helena, and Aidan.
AL DEMANY CHIMAN was relaunched in July 2021 and on the day following the launch Tim, Helena, and Aidan went paddling at Mason Neck State Park, situated in a backwater of the Potomac River about 17 miles downstream from Alexandria. The renovated canoe worked well and the three enjoyed the outing. They’ve been on many more since then. “AL DEMANY CHIMAN has given me not only the experience I had hoped for,” wrote Tim, “but also many lessons. She has proved to be a vehicle—and metaphor—for perseverance and renewal.”
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FAIREHOPE is a 21′ gaff-rigged sloop designed by Nelson Zimmer. In my correspondence with him during the time FAIREHOPE was being built, he wrote, “I designed the little shallop in 1946 for a man in Auckland, New Zealand, as a stout coastwise cruiser.” The design was featured in The Rudder, National Fisherman, and, finally, in the design section of WoodenBoat No. 58, with a commentary by Joel White, which is where I first saw her.
Being boatless at the time and eager to have another boat, as well as the experience of building one, I was immediately taken with her straightforward and strong look, which harked back to less complicated and saner times. The very favorable comments of Joel White completed the process of convincing me. Accordingly, I purchased a set of plans from The WoodenBoat Store and began my quarter-century relationship with FAIREHOPE.
I cannot say that the construction was without significant effort, but it was relatively simple work. The hard-chined sections and sawn frames eliminated the necessity of a steambox. After two-and-a-half years of mostly weekend work, with paid help from an experienced boatbuilder friend and six months of paid weekly assistance from another friend, she was launched in June 1985.
In keeping with her designer’s intent, she is stoutly built with locally sourced live oak for the keel and backbone, and natural live oak crooks for the quarter knees and breasthook. Her design also includes a full set of lodging and hanging knees, which I laminated from mahogany. FAIREHOPE is planked with 7⁄8″-thick juniper, with a 1-3⁄8″-thick mahogany sheerstrake for additional strength. Her topsides construction is batten-seam, using mahogany battens that cover the inside of the planking seams, and copper rivets for fastenings. We also installed 1⁄4″-thick pine ceiling planking, leaving 1⁄4″ between the strakes for ventilation. Instead of caulking the topsides, we epoxied juniper splines between the planks, creating a smooth and stable surface for painting. Below the chine, she is fastened with silicon-bronze screws and caulked traditionally. The decking is plywood covered with Dynel set in epoxy, with a teak overlay for a traditional look.
With Zimmer’s blessing, we changed the design by replacing the deep cockpit with a bridge deck and a self-draining footwell. In addition to improving seaworthiness in the event of taking a wave over the stern, this configuration allowed us to tuck a two-cylinder diesel engine under the deck. The Beta 14 engine, which is offset to port so as not to weaken the keel and dead-wood, has functioned quite well. I am presently using a two-bladed folding prop to reduce drag. Maximum speed under power is 61⁄2 knots with an easy cruising speed of 51⁄2 knots. Another change was the construction of a small bulwark to replace the toerail, raising the sheer height enough to allow us to clandestinely raise the cabin height to allow greater sitting headroom below while respecting the pleasing as-drawn profile.
In addition to the engine weight to port, which is offset by placing her two batteries to starboard, we added about 600 lbs of cast-lead ingots as inside ballast. Although she performed well and was relatively stiff with this ballasting, I eventually removed about 500 lbs of the inside ballast and instead gave the keel a 4″-thick, cast-lead shoe, which was bolted through the floor timbers and centerboard trunk bed logs. This placed most of the ballast as low as possible, but I retained 100 lbs of ingots for use as trim ballast. By blind luck, FAIREHOPE retained her wonderful motion and became noticeably stiffer.
D. Turner Matthews
Thin ceiling planking, spaced for hull ventilation, gives FAIREHOPE a simple, spare appearance down below, and her accommodations permit one or two people to cruise comfortably enough.
Although FAIREHOPE is only 21′ on deck, with a 2′ bowsprit and waterline length of 16′, she sails and feels like a much larger boat. Her motion is steady and solid, with no whip-like reactions in gusts, or bouncy motion such as you might experience in some 20′ fiberglass or plywood counterparts. Rather, FAIREHOPE, in gusts, just buries her shoulder a little more and increases her forward motion proportionate to the increase in wind velocity, continuing to rise and fall to the waves with a steady and predictable motion, easing her rail slowly upward when the gust ceases.
I frequently liken her to the 1955 Buick Super we had when I was a youth. As with the Buick, which gave a smooth, solid, and secure ride, you need to pay attention to the helm, particularly in windy conditions. Also, as with the Buick, FAIREHOPE has none of the stability safety features with which modern cars are fitted to keep incompetent drivers out of trouble—rather, you must rely upon your own skills. Unlike modern fin-keel boats, for example, she will not round up if overpowered by a gust. She depends upon her helmsman to point her in a safe direction and ease her mainsheet in stiff winds, and if you do not direct her otherwise, she will continue to bury her shoulder ever deeper and hold her course to the end.
That having been said, in general, her sailing qualities are impeccable. She will heave-to if necessary; seldom, if ever, misses stays; and is relatively fast given her 16′ waterline length. Being gaff-rigged, she is not particularly close-winded, but if properly trimmed will sail herself to windward, allowing me to leave the helm unattended for brief periods if necessary.
D. Turner Matthews
A great advantage to the 21-footer’s design is that it can be hauled out by trailer, which not only makes maintenance by the owner practical but also allows her to be taken easily to find new and even far-off cruising grounds to explore.
I originally had one moderate and one very deep reef in the main. A friend and I once took her out in storm conditions (gusting to more than 40 mph) to see what she would do. With the second reef in the main and the working jib, we managed to stay in control for the time we were out. On another occasion on the Gulf Coast Intracoastal Waterway between Venice and Boca Grande, Florida, I averaged 4 knots solely under the working jib. On that occasion, I was comforted by the running backstays, as it was a very broad reach in about 30 knots of wind.
I now have a set of Dabbler sails, with both reefs much shallower, making their use more practical in reasonably normal conditions. In a significant test, before a Mid-Atlantic Small Craft Festival in St. Michaels, Maryland, a friend and I did a double-reefed, 8-mile beat into 20 knots of wind, with higher gusts, down the Miles River to reach the pre-festival camp-out on the Wye River (see page 18). Although it was a very wet ride, we had sufficient sail area to maintain our momentum through the very steep chop, whereas with the other sails I would either have been overpowered with one reef, or too underpowered with the second reef to keep way on into the waves.
D. Turner Matthews
Nelson Zimmer designed his 21’ gaff-headed sloop to be comparatively simple and inexpensive to build.
For the most part, I have used FAIREHOPE for the role for which she was designed. Her simple but adequate accommodations allow for one or two people to camp-cruise in comfort. I have made numerous cruises along the Gulf Coast of Florida both alone and with various friends. I also do a lot of daysailing in the Manatee River and lower Tampa Bay.
FAIREHOPE is at her best in 10 to 15 knots of wind without any reefs, or in 15 to 20 knots with one or two reefs. I usually sail with the full main and working jib, which is club-footed and therefore self-tending. Tacking, then, is effortless, requiring me only to put the helm down and move to the high side. In light winds of 5 to 10 knots, I use a 120-percent genoa, which I had made several years ago, and with this, she maintains a reasonable speed. It does, of course, require retrimming with each tack, and with changing wind directions. With no winches aboard, however, handling the genoa requires significant effort when the wind gets much above 10 knots. As for the main, I rigged it with a classic double-ended mainsheet. With all this leverage, trimming the mainsail has never been a problem.
One of the great advantages of a deadrise centerboard boat, depending on her size, is the ability to launch and retrieve it from a trailer. During the summer hurricane season, I now pull FAIREHOPE out of the water onto her trailer, and using our local yacht club hoist, pull the mast, which stores easily aboard the boat. This also has allowed me to trailer her to faraway places, not only to St. Michaels, Maryland, but as far away as Southwest Harbor, Maine, for the 1994 WoodenBoat Show. The sailing out to the Atlantic through all the wonderful boats in Southwest Harbor remains one of the highlights of my time with FAIREHOPE.
When you sum up all of the good qualities I have mentioned, which have been learned and refined over a 27-year period, you are left with what I consider a timeless classic, regardless of when it was or will be built. I can truly say that for someone seeking a traditional, shoal-draft, small coastal cruiser to build or own, I can think of none better.
Designed in 1946, the Zimmer 21’ sloop’s shallow draft—only 2’ with the centerboard up—promises easy access to shoal waters for island exploration and camp-cruising. Her accommodations are somewhat spartan, but adequate for the purpose, and her ample cockpit makes cruising under sail a pleasure.
Zimmer 21′ Gaff Sloop Particulars: LOA 21’1 1/2″, LWL 16′, Beam 7’2″, Draft (board up) 2′, (board down) 4’3″, Displacement 3110 lbs, Sail area 261 sq ft
If you are born with the name “Seaman,” your career path is almost preordained. Somewhere in the past, by definition, there are wooden boats in the bloodline. Dave Seaman may have come by the inclination to build boats naturally, but the lines and construction of his latest boat, ZEEK, are the product of study and experience. ZEEK is a 21′ LOA Alaska Sea skiff specifically designed and built for the short chop and steep gravel beaches of Alaska’s Kachemak Bay.
The south side of Kachemak Bay is a roadless area of snow-covered peaks where the only transportation is by boat. It has some of the largest tides in the world, and the rips and currents are a challenge. The early settlers there used dory-like rowing boats, with lots of rocker and flare—boats designed to survive in tough conditions. As engines replaced oars, transoms got wider and planing boats became the norm, but many of the design characteristics remained the same.
During the first years of his boatbuilding career, some 30 years ago, Seaman was part of a small group of self-reliant men and women who lived in those same remote coves and harbors. Builders like Seaman, Dick Dunn, Jim Landis, and George Hamm built the boats that people needed to travel year-round in the Bay’s sometimes harsh weather. They collaborated on designs, learning from each other’s boats and figuring out the details that make boats fit a particular combination of sea and shore. Materials often came from the Sitka spruce that covers the slopes or the cedar logs that would wash up on the beaches, flotsam from Japan-bound log barges. Logs were cooperatively cut on a one-man mill and sorted into two piles—construction lumber and boat boards.
South Bay celebrations sometimes had a dozen elegant home-built boats pulled up on the beach or rafted out on a running line. Like New England and Puget Sound, Kachemak Bay became a focal point for wooden boats. That heritage survives in the annual Kachemak Bay Wooden Boat Festival, which takes place in the small town of Homer each September.
Will Rice
ZEEK’s V-hull cuts through the chop, while her flaring bow and ample freeboard make her a dry boat.
One of Seaman’s earliest boats was built from a set of Pete Culler plans, and Culler’s influence has continued throughout Seaman’s career. Culler summarized his own design philosophy by saying, “To be successful at sea, we must keep things simple.” Capt. Culler’s philosophy shows in the clean lines and uncluttered structure of ZEEK.
Seaman’s construction details have been developed by years of fixing boats that he had built, restoration jobs on old boats built by old-timers, and keeping up a traditionally built, wooden, commercial fish boat. Fishing is a business where you learn the hard way about what breaks and what works. Fishing boats are built to take a beating, and Seaman incorporated the best of those design strengths into his own boats.
The addition of stitch-and-glue construction into the toolbox, along with customers who have believed in the process, has allowed Seaman to experiment, and usually that ends up back at simple. The hull shape, light weight, lack of appendages, below-decks engineering, and ease in cleanup make for user-friendly service for the long term. This design makes highly efficient use of wood fiber, still recognized as the most resilient of boatbuilding materials.
Kachemak Bay opens onto Cook Inlet, not the hard waters of the North Pacific. Consequently, it rarely produces big seas during the summer season, but the afternoon day breeze means that a 3′ chop is a standard operating condition. Given the temperature of the water, a wet boat is a serious design flaw. Seaman, who now lives in Homer, understands the importance of bad-weather handling. Twice a week, year round, he uses his 24′ boat to deliver the mail to places on the other side of the bay. It gives new meaning to the phrase “through rain and sleet….”
Seaman has built 25 boats, all of them designed for Kachemak Bay. ZEEK is a product of that evolution. Seaman collaborated with the boat’s owner, Kirk Vasey, in the design and construction of boat. Intended as a recreational runabout, she would also be suitable for various other operations, such as a water taxi for carrying up to six passengers.
Once he had the design parameters in mind, Seaman drew the lines on grid paper and generated a table of offsets. He then lofted and corrected the offsets. Patterns and molds were made from the lofting. Six molds were used, plus a stem pattern and a transom pattern. ZEEK is built with a low deadrise—13 degrees from ’midships aft and 25 degrees from the bow for about a quarter of the boat’s length. With a hard chine, a lot of freeboard, and significant flare in the sides, she is a dry boat. There are no skegs or other projections to interfere with the flow of water under the hull, so she is fuel-efficient.
Will Rice
The Alaska Sea Skiff can be built with a center console or a deckhouse.
ZEEK gets her strength from a monocoque design, in which the structural load is carried by the outer skin, much like a modern jetliner. The floor and bottom form a rigid triangle, the most stable geometric shape. She has no cross bulkheads, but instead relies on three longitudinal stringers under the floor. Two stringers run about halfway between the keel and each chine. The third runs down the center and provides direct support for the keel. The stringer configuration helps equalize the stresses and stiffens the hull with additional triangular shapes. The floor sits above the design waterline and, with a pair of 4″ scuppers, it is self-bailing.
The stringers, the hull, and the floor are tied together with double layers of ’glass cloth, providing rigidity fore-and-aft. The construction provides enough torsional give to dissipate the energy that a planing boat absorbs when it is pounding in rough water. The design avoids the popped bulkhead seams that are one of the most common repair problems in the Bay. Seaman says the concept is similar to the natural knees used for framing on the old wooden fishing boats. The roots used for those knees were flexible and resulted in a boat that could take years of heavy use with only minimal repair issues.
Construction is stitch-and-glue, with 1/2″ and 3⁄8″ marine fir plywood. Three sheets of plywood were scarfed together and steam-bent into shape. Every plywood surface inside and out is covered with a layer of 6- or 10-oz ’glass cloth and epoxy. The inwales are open and constructed from single pieces of wood, without scarfs. The rails are an integral design element in an open boat without obstructions for walking about. The inside rail is ironbark—a heavy, dense eucalyptus. The outside rail is fir. The open design means that cleats are not necessary, and the single-strip construction adds strength and rigidity to the hull.
With the huge tides that are the norm in Kachemak Bay, few places have docks (boats are typically kept on a mooring or a running line). Landings at the remote cabins that dot the bay are typically on a gravel beach. During the winter, ice is an issue. Needless to say, the bottoms of boats here take a beating. To protect ZEEK’s hull and provide the necessary strength, everything under the floor, and the bottom of the hull, inside and out, is covered with a double layer of cloth and epoxy. The center stringer provides strength to the keel. A strip of “Keelguard,” a polymer, self-adhering composite, provides additional protection. A bow deck facilitates loading and unloading onto a beach.
The boat carries two 20-gallon fuel tanks, which provide plenty of range. These in-seat tanks have waterproof covers. Wires and hoses are located under the deck in waterproof chases. GPS, VHS, and depth-sounder have waterproof switches and breaker panel. Kobelt hydraulic steering controls the Honda 90-hp four-stroke outboard. ZEEK has a stand-up console, but a sister boat with identical lines is fitted with a house. Seaman said, “All boat designs are a compromise, but there was no compromise on the materials or systems.”
With a displacement of only 1,200 lbs—1,700 with a 90-hp Honda outboard—she can be a bit tender, but fast and comfortable in the typical chop. However, she is also quick and maneuverable, and Kirk Vasey, the owner, reports that in 10′ rollers the combination of light weight and lots of power means that she is easy to steer through the troughs. And in flat conditions, she will jump up on plane and do 30 knots. Her light weight means that she can be towed on a single-axle trailer.
Seaman has built three boats from the design and molds. The construction took Seaman and Kirk about 15 months.
Seaman said that his goal was to build a boat that was faster, prettier, stronger, and lighter than the competition. ZEEK appears to meet those standards.
Will Rice is a widely published Alaska writer and the author of Fly Fishing Secrets of Alaska’s Best Guides, and co-author of Fly Fisher’s Guide to Alaska.
For Zeek plans and information about other designs from Dave Seaman, email him at [email protected].
Alaska Sea Skiff Particulars: LOA 21′, Beam 8′, Displacement 1700 lbs, Power 90 hp, Maximum speed 30 knots
In the year when Finland celebrates its position as design capital of Europe, the issue of how to preserve tradition in the face of ever-challenging technology is as topical as ever. In a country once economically dependent on processing its “green gold,” woodcraft comes with mother’s milk. At the annual gathering of “traditional wooden rowing boats” in the eastern province of Savo every summer, the Sulkava rowing event attracts between 6,000 and 7,000 rowers, with three main categories of small boats, comprising several hundred craft.
Along with Finnish naval architect Terho Halme, a former Dutch marine engineer, Ruud van Veelen, is doing his level best to infuse modern design and construction techniques into these categories while still adhering to the less-than-precise rules of the competition. While basic dimensions such as the height of the sheer at the stem and stern are specified, builders also are obliged to maintain “traditional features,” such as raking the stem slightly and fitting oarlocks so that their pins do not extend over the gunwales.
The adoption of plywood in traditional boatbuilding predated the establishment of the Sulkava races, although originally even the 40′, multiple-oared “church boats” that have a long history in the region and were usually built from hand-sawn pine. The use of multilayered veneers for light weight has improved performance, and today finding any sawn-timber boat at a rowing gathering is rare indeed. Van Veelen has introduced non-local plywoods, such as okoume, which particularly challenged the race committee tasked with guarding “traditional style.” More particularly, he has pushed for the use of ultra-light construction, using epoxy resins and glued joints instead of tar, glue, and copper rivets.
Anthony Shaw
Ruud van Veelen, a marine engineer from Holland now living in Finland, was inspired by the popularity of rowing to develop epoxy-plywood boats of light weight and high performance.
Hence the birth of the ultralight and fairly easily reproduced craft featured here, the Savo 650S rower. Living so near the venue of the Sulkava race, van Veelen had the demands of the local environment in mind: 60 kilometers of mainly sheltered inland waters where shallow draft and a long waterline are obvious advantages. His original design was a 21-footer that can be rigged for either single or double rowing, with the extra displacement adding only fractions of an inch to the depth of the load waterline. The Savo 650 is broader than his other design, the idiosyncratic “shift-rower,” in which one of the crew sits aft, wielding a long-handled paddle, and the two exchange places regularly to bring fresh energy to the sculls.
Apart from their sweeping chines, these two designs also share innovative hardware. Under the racing rules, the oarlock pin for the non-feathering oars cannot extend outside the line of the gunwale, but van Veelen developed a hinged pin that can be conveniently folded away during transportation. The sliding seat is of equally radical appearance when compared with traditional wheel-and-groove systems used on all other craft at the Sulkava gathering. Wheels are still required under the seat, but they have a pulley-like concave shape and run on top of two 7⁄8″-diameter stainless-steel tube rails running full length between beams attached to the two centermost frames. As well as looking very trim, the system is easy to adjust, since the footrests slide along the rails and are fixed in position by set-screws.
Anthony Shaw
A simple sliding seat runs on stainless-steel tubes; the footrests are adjustable with set-screws.
Apart from the strictures of the race handbook, the Savo 650S is also very adaptable for non-competitive rowers. The longest major rowing event in Finland is actually the 200-km (124.3-mile) Karelia Marathon Row, held annually in the same lake as Sulkava at its northern extremity and finishing near the town of Joensuu. This also attracts a wide variety of craft and includes five overnight lakeside stops. Two of van Veelen’s customers use this design not only for the five-day event, but also for the 350-km (217.5-mile) round-trip there and back to Imatra, their home just 35 km (21.7 miles) from the Russian border. Although van Veelen is quick to insist that this design is not a cottage “runabout,” he points out that any rowing trip is easier when the craft has better hydrodynamic and steerage features, giving greater reward for energy expended.
My short outing in the four-strake version of the Savo 650S underscored these features. Given that most recreational rowing takes place under reasonably fair weather conditions, the disadvantages of light construction are somewhat relative. One keenly competitive customer even found that removing the 1.5-cm (0.6″) external “keel,” which runs along the whole length of the hull, did not radically affect the craft’s tracking characteristics, but reduced the wetted surface by 5 percent and saved an extra 1 kg, or about 2.2 lbs. Weighing less than 40 kg (88 lbs), the boat that I rowed got up to cruising speed very quickly, and even in a steady side wind held her course surprisingly well. She is less responsive to radical course changes, but with such low displacement can be maneuvered quite easily. My only surprise was the considerable overlap of the oar grips when in the resting position, about 30 cm (10″). This rowing overlap takes some getting used to, but this is actually a feature of all Sulkava racers, all of which are slender craft that do not use outriggers.
Anthony Shaw
In Finland, competitive rowing events are taken seriously. At Savo, the namesake of Ruud van Veelen’s design, races draw as many as 8,000 competitors, in a wide variety of pulling boats.
Construction of this model has so far been a professional task. “This is not a multiple-piece jigsaw puzzle to assemble, but it does require accurate initial cutting,” says van Veelen, who is so far the sole builder. He uses CNC, cutting from two-meter plywood sheets (6.6′) to precisely shape pieces that are then scarf-jointed to their full length after the initial cutting. Van Veelen also recommends the use of jigs for precise alignment, especially along the centerline. This enables creation of the simplest of lines without any chine battens and even without stitching, relying instead solely on epoxy gluing, using clamps every 10 cm, or about 4″. “Most home builders probably won’t have 120 clamps at their disposal, but there are ways around that, like temporary screwing and then filling,” he says.
Inspired by a comparatively small and light female customer, van Veelen has developed a slightly shorter version of his basic design. At 19′, this Savo 575 has proved quite maneuverable both on and off the water, yet it has retained good directional stability. She has proved that, like her forerunner, good handling qualities and minimum weight can be achieved by shrewd design and a construction technique that is simple but secure—and without using any fiberglass at all!
Contact Puuvenepiste in Finland for more information on the Savo 650. Old Wharf Dory in Wellfleet, MA, is an authorized builder of Puuvenepiste boats.
The Savo 650S is a lean and efficient machine designed for competitive rowing. Its construction is all modern, using lightweight plywood-epoxy techniques. However, its inspiration goes back to the Scandinavian “church boats,” so named because they were used for Sunday racing to and from church. In fact, one of designer Ruud van Veelen’s boats, similarly built, accommodates 14 oarsmen and a coxswain. Particulars: LOA 21’4″, Beam 4’2″, Draft 3″ (at a combined boat and crew weight of 265 lbs)
There is no such thing as a short conversation with Tom Wylie. A ten-minute conversation with the yacht designer will last an hour and a half and will range from sail airflow to carbon-fiber mast construction. Along the way, the conversation will drift past the economics of small boats, touch upon the maximum curvature of the bilge that is consistent with laminated frames, and linger on his passion for ocean conservation.
On this day in September 2010, Wylie is describing the design considerations behind the Spaulding 16, a boat originally sketched by Myron Spaulding in 1923 but reinterpreted by Wylie in collaboration with naval architect Doug Frolich. The new design is not only a tribute to Spaulding, one of the San Francisco Bay Area’s premier yachtsmen, boatbuilders, and sailors, but also the signature craft of the youth boatbuilding program at the Spaulding Wooden Boat Center in Sausalito, California.
The design brief called for a boat that would be moderately challenging to build, fun to sail for both experienced and less-experienced sailors, and a good boat to introduce neophytes to the sport. It would introduce 10- to 18-year-olds to Spaulding’s boats and the history of wooden boat building in Sausalito.
Craig Southard/Spaulding Wooden Boat Center
In keeping with the mission of the Spaulding Wooden Boat Center, the Spaulding 16 was built with traditional lapstrake planking of Alaska yellow cedar, fastened over laminated frames of the same species.
As the first Spaulding 16, AVATAR, hangs from a crane in anticipation of its official launching, Wylie tells me about turning a simple drawing into a boat. “We aren’t really sure what Myron intended, so I had to improvise. There is no way that sheer is Myron’s sheer, but I think I have captured the spirit of the boat that Myron was sketching.”
As we are speaking, Andrea Rey, the Associate Director of the Spaulding Center, starts the official launching ceremony for AVATAR, built by 25 teenaged apprentices over the course of 12 months. This was not the first boat built in the youth boatbuilding program, but it is by far the most complicated. The round-bilged, lapstrake-planked hull provided the challenges of shaping the curved stem and carving the rabbet, spiling planks, cutting “gains” at the ends so that the planks meet flush at the stem, and fitting deckbeams and carlins to support the deck.
I study the sheer as the boat is lowered into the water. I do not know much about Spaulding’s work, but it looks like a Wylie boat to me. The boat floats high in the water, and it looks fast with its carbon-fiber mast and the square-headed mainsail. Wylie is known throughout the West Coast and the world for designing high-performance sailboats that are fast and handle well, and AVATAR is no exception. Wylie started his long career in boatbuilding and design as an apprentice under Spaulding himself, and to this day he has the same restless inquisitiveness and willingness to try new things that Spaulding was known for. Some of his designs, most notably RAGE, which was built by Steve Rander in Portland, Oregon, and set records for California-to-Hawaii Transpac races in the 1990s, are cold-molded. However, he has enthusiastically pursued composites in his yacht construction, so the Spaulding 16 represents a nod to his roots at Myron Spaulding’s boatyard.
Craig Southard/Spaulding Wooden Boat Center
Students in the Spaulding Center’s youth boatbuilding program built the prototype Spaulding 16, which they christened AVATAR. The boat was launched in 2012.
Seeming larger than her 16′, the Spaulding 16 has seating on the side decks or on the floorboards. A single thwart straddles the daggerboard trunk. Because of its beam and high freeboard, its single rowing station will require long oars and tall oarlocks. A single scull mounted on the aft deck might be a reasonable alternative.
The boat weighs about 350 lbs and was designed to float on its lines with 450 lbs of crew weight and gear. The relatively slack bilges make the hull initially tender, although it stiffens up as it heels. Sailed light, she will reward experienced sailors with a fast and exciting ride. But to make her more forgiving for education and training, which are central to the Spaulding Center’s mission, ballast may be necessary. Wylie is examining water bags or a weighted daggerboard to add ballast without permanently altering the boat’s sports-car-like performance.
AVATAR was built of 7⁄16-inch-thick Alaska yellow cedar planking screwed to laminated frames. The plank laps are fastened with copper rivets backed up with a bead of poly-sulfide caulking. Plywood was used for the transom and decks to simplify construction and prevent leaks. The daggerboard and the rudder were traditionally fashioned from solid wood, edge-glued and drift-bolted.
Two decisions made early in the building process came back to haunt the builders. The first was to cut out full-sized paper templates rather than lofting the boat, and the other was to use eight strakes per side instead of ten. Jim Labidoa, a cabinetmaker and adult volunteer, said the apprentices had to engage in a full-scale wrestling match to get the paper half-templates to lie flat and true while their outlines were traced onto plywood mold stock. Making them symmetrical proved nearly impossible. I had to laugh as Jim was waving his arms and describing the unruly templates, because I have had the same experience myself, which is why I now loft every boat I build.
Reducing the number of strakes made each of them less flexible than the narrower ones would have been, and as a result the planks would not lie flush to the mold at station No. 1 forward. Craig Southerd, the Youth Program Director, noted that the crew broke several planks trying to fit them to the slender bow. Lofting could have exposed this problem earlier. As it is, the boat is a little fuller in the bow than the plans call for, but nevertheless the plank lines are fair and the shape of the bow blends in beautifully with the rest of the boat.
Traditional materials and techniques fit the Spaulding Center’s mission. But if I were to build this boat, I would likely strip-plank or cold-mold the hull and sheathe it in fiberglass so it would be light and perpetually tight. A few broken strips during construction would not be a financial burden.
The carbon-fiber mast and the square-headed rig, though not traditional, are in keeping with Wylie’s thinking about rigs. The sail is controlled by a single sheet and is easily reefed. These are important elements for a sail-training boat that will also take some Spaulding Center visitors daysailing. The slender, unstayed mast is designed to bend off to leeward in puffs, spilling wind to keep the boat on its feet. The square-headed rig carries quite a bit of sail, 111 sq ft, with a single halyard on a relatively short mast. Reefed, the sail is 80 sq ft. The mast is made of the top of a windsurfer mast joined to a custom-made carbon tube. A wooden mast would work, but at the cost of additional weight aloft. At the foot of the sail, where weight is not as critical, wood is used for the boom.
Craig Southard/Spaulding Wooden Boat Center
AVATAR is a handsome addition to the Sausalito waterfront, bringing Myron Spaulding’s youthful vision into life and providing an exciting sailing option for the Spaulding Wooden Boat Center.
Rides were hard to come by on launching day, so I had to content myself with secondhand performance reports. Craig Southerd, smiling broadly, said that on the first sail, the boat planed out of the harbor with two people aboard and a reef in the main in 15 knots of wind. The sailors were Gordie Nash, a Bay Area boatbuilder and one of the best racing sailors on the Bay, and Frolich, the architect and an accomplished sailor in his own right. “It’s typical of a Tom Wylie boat: lively, easily balanced with a light helm, quick to tack, and responsive in fluky winds that ranged from 10 to 25 knots,” Frolich said. Even with two aboard, he would not have added ballast. “This boat is really fun to sail. Extra weight would just slow it down. I wouldn’t hesitate to take my wife and two young children out on day sail around Angel Island right now. That would be a great ride!”
The Spaulding 16 would be a challenge to build but would reward the careful builder with an exciting boat that will be a delight to sail. Although building times are highly variable, I estimate that 1,100 hours would be required to build a cold-molded version, which is a substantial investment of time and effort. But very few of Wylie’s designs are suitable for an amateur builder, and the Spaulding 16 might very well be the quickest and least-cost way to get into a Wylie-designed boat. Also, the Spaulding Center can build completed boats for paying clients in traditional, cold-molded, or strip-construction.
As I watch AVATAR sail out of the harbor with the first group of young apprentices aboard, I am impressed by the way the boat slides through the water, even with five people aboard. I hear nervous laughter from a couple of students who helped build the boat but have never been sailing. AVATAR is a tangible tribute to Myron Spaulding, the realization of a project begun in 1923. But an even greater tribute is the way this little craft has united four generations of Bay Area boatbuilders. It is an impressive piece of work, and the students are justifiably proud. John McCormack, the lead instructor on the project, summed it up best: “The kids did a really fine job.”
The Spaulding Wooden Boat Center no longer offers plans or finished boats for the Spaulding 16. The review is presented here as archival material.
The Spaulding 16 design builds on a sketch that Myron Spaulding drew, and her traditional plank-on-frame construction pays homage to the legendary Sausalito designer’s aesthetics. At the same time, especially with its square-headed, unstayed rig, designer Tom Wylie brought a modern sensibility to the design, something that Spaulding himself may well have appreciated in a boat by—and for—youthful sailors.
I built this cabin on a slope above the South Fork of the Sauk River in 1980. Most of the materials I used were salvaged from demolition jobs I did or purchased at junk yards. The aluminum sheets I used for roofing were offset lithography plates for a book about the Umpqua National Forest. It made for interesting reading while I nailed them on the roof. The main floor was devoted to shop space; I slept in the attic above and cooked on the workbench.
Building my sneakbox, LUNA, in the winter of 1984 in a shop without electricity wasn’t as hard as it might seem. While I was living on an old mine claim in Monte Cristo in the heart of Washington’s Cascade Mountains, I used a Tote Goat trail motorcycle to power a makeshift tablesaw and a gas lawnmower engine for my bandsaw.
The view from the shop was filled with a mountain range that rises steeply about 3,000′ above the riverbed. During the winter, the county stopped plowing the road 14 miles away and I had to ski out to get supplies and ski back uphill with a heavy backpack. It was brutal work in fresh snow when I had to break trail. If I would have had an emergency during the winter, I’d have to get myself out or hope for a weekend snowmobiler to help me. There were no cell phones back then.
Once I had all the red cedar ripped into planks for cold-molding, hand tools were all I needed and what I preferred to use even if I’d had power to run electric tools. I didn’t work long hours after dark, and battery-powered lanterns and candles provided enough light.
For my sneakbox, I used a traditionally built design from Chapelle’s American Small Sailing Craft and adapted it for cold-molding to make the boat lighter and suitable for the short lengths of red cedar I had salvaged. I cut the molds from the particle-board side panels of video arcade machines. I’m seated at the far end of the shop.
I milled the 1/8″ planks from a red-cedar driftwood log I hauled off the beach near my home in Edmonds, Washington. Here, the first of the hull’s three diagonal layers has been applied to the port side with the staples driven through salvaged packing straps to ease the removal of the staples. In the back left is the plywood-faced Gilliom bandsaw I built from a kit and powered with a Briggs & Stratton lawnmower engine.
Heat for curing the epoxy was provided by a woodstove, which worked very well even in the dead of winter when the shop roof was thickly frosted with snow. I’d fire it up for a gluing session and have the shop heated up into the 90s before I epoxied and stapled a set of planks in place. The fire would die down and the shop would cool overnight, but it never dropped below 50 degrees, even when it was freezing outside.
After I finished cold-molding the hull, I suspended it from the ceiling and went to work on the deck. Here, the first of two layers has been stapled to the building-form stringers with scraps of planking to make them easier to remove. I saved the best of the planking for the final layer of the deck. I had kept the planks stacked in the order I’d sawn them so I could bookmatch pairs for a symmetrical pattern on the top layer of the deck.
After I had laminated the hull and deck, I joined them together with a sheer clamp. There was no other framing in the hull, so I set out to fiberglass the deck and hull to the clamp on the inside to strengthen the union. That task was easy enough in the cockpit, where I could just reach through the foot-locker-sized opening and apply the ’glass and epoxy, and not so bad in the stern where the transom provided enough space for me to move around and get the ’glass-taping job done. The bow was another matter. The space between the deck and hull tapered from about 14″ at the cockpit to the 1-1/2″ sheer clamp. There was just barely enough room for me to work.
A votive candle in a tuna-fish can provided the light I needed to work on the interior of the assembled hull. (I took this photo in the bow of the finished boat.)
I put on a pair of gloves, cut fiberglass tape to length, and mixed up a batch of epoxy. To illuminate the space in the bow, I lit a votive candle, set it in an empty tuna-fish can, and pushed it ahead of me as I crawled in. I loaded a disposable brush with epoxy and went to work prodding the ’glass tape into place on the port side. It was a tight squeeze, and I could only reach the tip of the bow (a distant 5′ 6″ away from the cockpit opening) by holding the very end of the brush handle. I backed up, rolled over, and went to work on the starboard side. The daggerboard trunk, set on the starboard side of the cockpit coaming, gave me less room to work and pinned my left arm against my side. I managed to get all but the last few inches saturated with epoxy and pressed in place against the sheer clamp. To get the reach I needed to finish the job, I squeezed myself forward a few more inches. As I dipped the brush into the dish of epoxy, I smelled something burning, slightly acrid like bread smoking in a toaster. I didn’t feel or hear anything unusual, but it was easy enough to tell that I had lunged into the votive candle and set my hair on fire.
I couldn’t do anything with my left hand. It was pinned tight. The glove on my right hand was dripping with epoxy and the brush was stuck to it. For a moment, I feared that liquid epoxy might be flammable, but I had to take the chance that it wouldn’t catch fire and set the whole boat ablaze. I flicked off the brush and patted my head as I writhed out of the bow. That put the fire out, but my hair was coated with epoxy.
I had warmed the shop to cure the taping job, but I certainly didn’t want to hasten the cure of the epoxy on my head, leaving an unsightly and permanent coiffure. I closed up the shop and walked through the snow to my cabin, a dozen yards away. Brushing the epoxy out would only have spread it. I squirted the best part of a bottle of shampoo on top of my head and worked it in, trying to get every strand of hair separated. When I could run my fingers through it, I put a plastic produce bag over my hair and left it there for a couple of hours while I tended to dinner, dishes, and getting ready for bed. When I took the bag off, I was able to run a comb through my hair and pull out the gummy shampoo-and-epoxy gunk.
After the hull was sealed enough to endure a little weather, I put in on a sled made from skis and towed it by snowmobile to the plowed road. I took advantage of an opportunity to move to a log cabin on Lopez Island in Washington’s San Juan archipelago. Moving below the snow line made getting groceries a whole lot easier.
In November of 1985, I drove the sneakbox to Pittsburgh and embarked on a winter cruise aimed at Florida. Here I’m in the first mile of the Ohio River, looking over the stern at downtown Pittsburgh with the Allegheny River flowing under the bridge at left, and the Monongahela under the bridge at the right.
The following winter, I launched the sneakbox on the Allegheny River on the outskirts of Pittsburgh. Over the following two-and-a-half months and 2,400 miles I rowed downriver to New Orleans and then sailed and rowed the Intracoastal Waterway to Florida. I had some miserable times and some frightening moments, but the cruising was certainly less dangerous and more romantic than boatbuilding by candlelight.
This issue goes out with special thanks to Delaney Brown, who was instrumental in producing the past two years of Small Boats Magazine.
Paul Gartside’s design #221 for a 17′ outboard runabout came about in 2016 when he had an inquiry from a resident of Victoria, British Columbia. The brief was for a 1950s/1960s-style boat with a pair of seats behind a protective windscreen, with room for gear or extra passengers aft, and to use in the Gulf Islands, an archipelago in the inland sea between Vancouver Island and the British Columbia mainland. Paul says that this style of boat “has been standard since the first boom in outboard power in the 1920s, perhaps even earlier, and it’s still hard to beat. It’s fun, comfortable, and sociable—a lot like driving a car.” Knowing that the Gulf Islands area has “some of the most benign boating conditions salt water has to offer” but with “strong tides and wind chops from time to time,” Paul gave the boat’s planing surface a few degrees of deadrise to counter pounding. “In a small boat with the crew’s center of gravity at times high, we can’t give it much, but every little bit helps at speed,” he said. The original brief was for glued-plywood clinker (lapstrake) construction, but Paul also advocates clenched clinker, cold-molding or strip-planking, the latter being, he thinks, “probably the most practical option for most home builders.”
When Tim Odling enrolled in the 40-week Boat Building, Maintenance and Support course at the Boat Building Academy at Lyme Regis, UK, in October 2021, he would have liked to have built a sailing boat with a fixed keel, but the academy’s workshop was unable to accommodate such a boat. So, he decided to build Paul Gartside’s #221 with strip-planked construction, not least because clenched clinker, plywood/cold-molding, and glued-carvel construction were being used for the other three boats the students were building, and it is BBA policy to expose the students to a variety of methods.
All photos by Nigel Sharp
The windshield included in the drawings hadn’t been built in time for the launching. The drawings also show a folding dodger that offers occupants of the two forward seats additional protection from spray and rain.
After the lines were lofted, the eight temporary molds were set upside down on a base frame. The iroko keelson (“hog” here in the U.K.) and inner stem (or apron) were both then let into recesses in the molds. The keelson was in one piece—4-1/2″ wide × 3/4″ maximum thickness—and the inner stem was laminated from 22 pieces of 3/32″-thick veneer with a maximum width of 2-1/2″. Also let into recesses in the molds were the iroko deck shelves around the sheer, each of them 3″ × 3/4″ and set up at the correct angle to establish the deck camber. The transom frame, laminated from three layers of 1/4″ plywood, was then set up with the apron and deck shelves notched into it.
The plans call for the transom frame to just go round the transom perimeter, but it was decided to include additional components on the centerline and across the top for extra strength. The radiused transom was laminated from three layers of 3/8″ plywood. Although it wasn’t specified by Paul, it was decided to vacuum-bag these laminations to maximize gluing pressure. The transom was then fixed to the transom frame after the apron and deck shelves had been trimmed to length, so their ends were sealed by the transom itself. A 1-1/4″ iroko knee was fitted between the transom and keelson.
The outboard well has drains to keep water that might wash aboard from accumulating. The aft end of the deck hints at the curved transom beneath it.
The planking selected for the hull was 5/8″-thick × 1-7/16″ yellow cedar with convex and concave edge profiles. The students followed Paul’s recommended starting point for the first plank, from about halfway up the topsides at the transom to then intersect the sheer at the forward-most mold. However, as they continued the planking process—edge-gluing the planks with polyurethane glue and temporarily screwing each one to each mold—they found that they had to shape the forward 3′ or so of about half a dozen planks to avoid excessive edge-bending. None of the planks had to be steamed. The temporary screws were then removed, their holes filled with epoxy filler, and the outside of the hull was faired.
The smooth hull of this runabout was achieved with strip-built construction. The drawings also show an option for a glued-plywood lapstrake hull.
The plans call for 6-oz ’glass cloth on the inside and outside of the hull, but this was doubled up on the outside for extra robustness, in conjunction with Gurit Ampreg epoxy. After the hull was faired with Nautix Blue epoxy filler, the keel, made up of six laminations of 1″ iroko and then tapered and profile-shaped according to the plans, and the outer stem, 22 layers of 3/32″ thick iroko, were then glued and screwed to the centerline. The topsides were painted with Nautix HPE high-build primer, Hempel’s light primer, and then Epifanes two-part Polyurethane Steel Blue topcoat. Coppercoat was applied to the bottom.
The hull was then turned the right way up while removing and partly dismantling the molds at the same time. The interior of the hull was sheathed with 6-oz ’glass and epoxy.
With the runabout at full speed, its turning radius is about three boat lengths.
The original design of this boat called for a 20- to 30-hp outboard motor. Tim ordered a 30-hp Tohatsu in plenty of time, or so he thought, but partway through the construction process he discovered that his engine had been held up and was going to be delivered too late for the launching of the boat. Some urgent research revealed that local company Rob Perry Marine had a Honda 50-hp four-stroke engine in stock. Tim got in touch with Paul Gartside for advice, and Paul said that it would be acceptable to use this bigger engine provided the forward end of the cockpit and the two forward seats were moved forward so that the weight of the driver (and another crew member, when there was one aboard) would counteract the additional weight of the engine. Tim moved these elements forward 8″. Paul also suggested that the transom should be made up of three layers of ply rather than the two specified on the plans.
The runabout was designed to be powered by a 25- to 30-hp outboard, but this version of it accommodated a larger and heavier 50-hp outboard by moving the two seats farther forward to help achieve proper trim.
The shift to accommodate the larger engine involved a slight modification to the floors. Eight of these, set throughout the cockpit area, are made from 1-1/2″-thick solid timber. The plans specify fir; Tim used iroko. These eight floors serve as bearers for the 3/4″ iroko cockpit sole boards. Under the foredeck there are three more floors; the aft two are laminated and the forward one is solid with a half-lapped joint. The aft laminated floor was moved forward from the designed position to maintain the required legroom for the driver and passenger. It has a fillet of timber on its aft face to support the ends of the sole’s three middle boards.
In the foredeck area, the thickness of the deck shelf was doubled up on the underside to allow notching-in of the six 1-3/4″ × 3/4″ full-width deckbeams. Tim again used iroko in lieu of the fir specified. Around the side decks, the deck shelf was extended inboard and was supported by two knees each side. A layer of 1/4″ plywood was then laid over the deck shelf and deckbeams, and on top of that were laid sapele for the covering boards and kingplank and 1/4″ iroko for fore-and-aft iroko deck planks.
A 1-1/4″ × 3/4″ iroko rubrail was fitted around the sheer and a 6″ × 3/4″ iroko cockpit coaming was set to rise slightly higher above the deck forward than aft. The helm console fascia was made from sapele, as were the two forward seats and the seating around the aft part of the cockpit.
There was a bit of a swell running in Lyme Bay on the Boat Building Academy Launch Day. Despite that, the boat managed 21 knots with three of us on board. While accelerating, the trim is a little too bow-up, reducing visibility from the helm, but at full speed the runabout almost leveled up. Tim is contemplating fitting a fuel tank under the foredeck to help to address this issue. There was a bit of spray at slow speeds but at 10 knots or more this was hardly noticeable despite the absence of the windscreen, which was to be fitted later. The turning circle was about three boat-lengths at full speed, while at 5 knots the boat turned in its own length. At tick-over rpm in the calmness of Lyme Harbour, it did about 2 knots.
Even though Tim wanted to build a sailing boat, he is looking forward to using his runabout “with the convenience of just being able to turn the engine on and without the hassle of all the rigging.” He plans to use the boat for fishing, swimming, “and just lying at anchor with friends on a bright sunny day. It is a fun boat that I can use for more than just going full throttle because I would get bored of that. I want to be able to do different things.”
And he is delighted with the result of his and his fellow students’ labors. “Before we built it, I don’t think we really realized how beautiful it would be,” he said. “But now I can see it has beautiful lines—the way the bow really flares up and the tumblehome at the stern. It just has this wonderful shape. I fell in love with this boat as soon as we built the hull.”
Nigel Sharp is a lifelong sailor and a freelance marine writer and photographer. He spent 35 years working in the UK boat building and repair industry and has logged thousands of miles in boats big and small, from dinghies to schooners.
Mike Webb, the Victoria, B.C., resident for whom Paul Gartside drew Design #221, sent photographs of his lapstrake version of the runabout, HAVEN. He made the windshield a bit higher to improve visibility forward, the better to avoid the logs that drift in his cruising grounds.
Mike Webb photographs
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We have 15 small boats and certainly didn’t need another one, but in talking with Maynard Bray, WoodenBoat’s Technical Editor, about the best options for small boats that families could build together as well as for introducing our granddaughter to boats, he said, “You should build her a Nutshell Pram.” That planted the idea in our heads, and we bought the plans, to look them over. When we got bored this past winter, we decided to build the little Nutshell. We’re very happy that we did.
The Nutshell was designed in 1983 by naval architect Joel White. “This little packet,” he wrote, “grew out of a discussion with Jon Wilson and Maynard Bray over the winter about why so many designs for plywood boats are complicated, unattractive, and unsuccessful.” He emerged from the conversation with Maynard and Jon, WoodenBoat’s founder, to design a good-looking pram that would be easy to build with 8′ plywood sheets, consisting of only 27 parts for the rowboat version. Joel built the first of the prams, and almost four decades later Maynard still has the prototype and Jon’s family still has the first production model.
Although kits are available, we chose to build our Nutshell from scratch using the plans and Maynard’s 1987 book, Building the Nutshell Pram, as our guide. Its 32 pages guide the builder through the steps of putting the pram together as well as rigging information for the sailboat model and sailing tips. The Nutshell’s glued lapstrake construction offers tremendous strength to the hull and ease of construction, and the traditional pram shape brings out the attribute of workboat utility.
The pram is 7′ 7″ long and 4′ wide, making it small and portable. It was designed as a tender, one that would row, tow, scull, and sail. And at 90 lbs it is light enough to haul up on a mothership’s deck where it would take up very little space.
Photo by Audrey and Kent Lewis
The belaying pins on the forward thwart serve to belay the halyard. While they may seem more sentimental than practical, when properly used they can be pulled in an instant to drop the sail. And unlike cleats screwed in place, they can be removed to clear the thwart for rowing. For builders who don’t have a lathe, they’re available for purchase. The function of the long pintle on the transom is explained in the text.
Photo by Audrey and Kent Lewis
For rowing, the daggerboard, rudder, and tiller fit neatly behind the aft thwart. The lug sail can be rolled up around the spars and laid in the boat; the 8′ 3″ mast will extend past the transom.
The 28″-wide flat bottom and hard chine provide reassuring stability when stepping into and out of the Nutshell. A pair of 6′ oars are a good fit at both rowing stations, with no overlap of the handles. I’m 5′ 8″ and have plenty of knee clearance on both the ’midship and forward seat. The oars tuck off to the side inside the hull when sailing. The oars can also be stowed over the gunwales port and starboard, each pair in oarlocks at the two rowing stations. Rowing the pram is a pleasure; it responds immediately to the slightest flick of an oar and easily spins in its own length, handy when maneuvering around docks and moorings. The hull draws just 5″, useful for getting into puddles of water where no other boats dare to go. The keel, with its integral skeg, keeps the pram tracking straight, and with minimal effort it will carry a boat length or two for each stroke. The Nutshell handles a steep chop well, and the high sides keep it dry. When rowed into a fresh breeze, the boat’s short length and light weight require minimal effort to control.
Photo by Audrey and Kent Lewis
With a single occupant aboard, the Nutshell sits with the bow transom clear of the water without a lot of overhang shortening the hull’s waterline.
A sculling notch is placed top center of the transom. We are not experienced scullers, but for 40 years Maynard has used his Nutshell to get to and from his boat in a crowded mooring and sculls it almost exclusively.
Sailing the Nutshell is delightful! The daggerboard trunk is offset to starboard; this preserves the uninterrupted length of the keel, which makes it easier to pull the Nutshell onto a dock or a deck. The 37-sq-ft balanced lugsail is set on the lightest mast you’ll ever step, laced to the yard, and set loose-footed on a tiny boom. It is exceptionally easy to rig: one sheet and one halyard, with the halyard secured to a cute belaying pin. The boat draws 1′ 9″ with the daggerboard down and points about as high as you’d expect a balanced lug to point, which is not especially high, but sails well through all other points of sail. Jibes are easy to control, and the tiny boom isn’t likely to do too much damage to the noggin of a skipper who fails to duck. The Nutshell is well suited for junior sailors, yet it has room for two adults to sail comfortably. The pram can be sailed from the aft or middle seat, or the bilge, and when sitting in the bilge the sides of the boat provide comfortable backrests—almost too comfortable if one wants to stay awake. The plans include a way to make the middle thwart removable to free up space for the solo sailor to move closer to the daggerboard trunk to balance the boat fore and aft, although we found it fun to sit a bit aft to raise the bow and spin the pram around in pirouettes on its stern.
Photo by Audrey and Kent Lewis
The Nutshell comes with an option for a removable center thwart. Here is has been removed from its position aft of the daggerboard trunk to give the sailor more room. Sitting on the bottom of the boat puts the boat in proper trim and gives the tiller its full range of motion.
Joel gave the Nutshell a shape that rides well under tow; the angled bow transom and the V sections of the garboards below it ride over waves easily, and the full-length keel keeps it towing straight. The painter is led through a hole in the bow transom and secured to the laminated fore keel. For towing the sailboat version of the pram, the daggerboard trunk must be plugged to prevent water from spouting through it and swamping the pram. Maynard’s book shows a short board to fill the trunk and a gasketed cap to seal the opening; a pin keeps it in place with the gasket pressed tight.
The rudder hardware has a single long pintle supported by two flanges. The gudgeon set low on the rudderstock is split to engage the long middle section of the pintle when the rudder is held horizontally, then capture it when the rudder is rotated upright. When the rudder slides down on the pintle, the top gudgeon can slip over the short top extension of the pintle. This arrangement allows the rudder to be easily installed while reaching over the stern of a bobbing boat. If the bottom of the rudder hits an obstacle or bottoms out during beaching, the rudder can rise along the pintle and, if the top gudgeon comes free, a tether will ensure that the rudder is not lost overboard. When the sailing rig is dropped for rowing, the daggerboard, rudder, and tiller stow nicely in the gap between the transom and the aft thwart.
Photo by Audrey and Kent Lewis
This Nutshell’s sail has a row of reef points, described in Maynard Bray’s book as “a prudent step.” He also advises “Hold the sheet; don’t belay it. Being able to instantly let it go in a puff will avoid a capsize.”
The uncluttered interior simplifies cleaning, varnishing, and painting. There are not a lot of nooks and crannies to conceal dirt and water. However, the space under the mast partner needs to be peeked at and kept clean and dry when in storage.
The Nutshell takes up little storage space and it is extremely portable. We keep ours on a dolly and use our utility trailer to haul it to beaches with ramps so we can access skinny water. Cartopping is also a practical option that offers up additional launch sites that can’t accommodate trailers. The 7′ 7″ × 4′ footprint will fit in the bed of a standard pickup truck, even one with the short bed popular today.
The Nutshell Pram has classic looks, is small, simple, and affordable, provides refreshing relief from the complexity of larger boats, and does the job for which it was designed exceedingly well. We join Maynard in believing that the Nutshell Pram is Mr. White’s best design. Thousands of Nutshells were built during the first decade of the design being offered. “Can’t beat ’em,” Maynard says.
Kent and Audrey Lewis named their Nutshell EXCUSE ME; the pram will seek prizes in the waters of Hampton Roads. Its build log and adventures are found at Small Boat Restoration. They wish to thank to Maynard Bray and Eric Dow for sharing their extensive knowledge of the history, care, and feeding of the Nutshell Pram.
It was evening before my brother Lance and I set out from our campsite on Hawk Island at the northern end of Ontario’s Georgian Bay. We had been windbound all day, our boats anchored just off the cobblestone beach on the island’s north side. Finally, in a moment of dubious optimism based on nothing more than a brief lull and a purely theoretical expectation of a favorable wind shift, we shoved off to give it a try.
It was a poor choice. As we passed the rocky point sheltering our anchorage, the wind revealed its full brutality, with frequent gusts that must have been nearing 30 knots. Even double-reefed, FOGG, my Don Kurylko–designed Alaska, was pushed rail-down again and again. Each time it happened, a few liters of cold water poured in before I could ease the sheet enough to bring us upright. Lance had come about onto a starboard tack in his Ross Lillistone–designed Phoenix III and was somewhere behind me, headed offshore—I was too busy to keep track of him more closely than that.
I was reasonably confident that I could reach the mainland 2 miles north, even in these conditions, but I had no desire to try it. I had foolishly neglected to don my foulweather bibs and rain jacket and being cold and wet was doing nothing to increase my enthusiasm. When yet another gust came close to knocking us down, I headed up into the wind and dropped the rig in a fluttering tangle of sailcloth and spars, hoping that Lance wouldn’t think I had capsized. Then, immediate crisis averted, I carefully un-stepped the mast, laid it across the thwarts, and started rowing back toward the beach I had left just a few minutes ago. Lance, I saw, was already safely ashore, with the Phoenix III back at anchor—he must have turned back almost immediately.
Roger Siebert
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It had been a long time since we had managed a two-boat trip together, so with nine free days on the calendar, we had decided to head for Georgian Bay’s Thirty Thousand Islands region, a small-boat Neverland of granite, pines, and infinite possibilities. Two days of driving for seven days of sailing seemed a reasonable exchange.
I approached my planning with the usual rigor. The day before our departure, I loaded my gear in the car, tucked my passport into the glove box, and conducted a hasty search of the kitchen cupboards for food. Later that evening, I accompanied my brother to a local supermarket, where I added apple cider drink mix, noodle packets, a carton of Golden Oreos, and a suitcase-sized bag of popcorn that would, if nothing else, provide a significant volume of flotation.
After a 12-hour drive and a rainy night in a Killarney motel, we launched the boats, loaded our gear, and parked our trailers in the back lot at the Church of St. Bonaventure just down the street, leaving an envelope of cash in the drop box at the gate to cover the cost.
St. Bonaventure: Good luck. It seemed like a promising start. But was it meant as a blessing, or a warning? One way or another, we’d soon find out.
We rowed out of the tiny marina in the early morning and let a quiet breeze push us east down the empty channel through town, toward Georgian Bay. With no other boat traffic, we drifted along undisturbed, using the time to organize our gear and ready our sails. When we reached the Killarney East Light on its low red-rock headland, we hoisted sail and set off up the coast.
After a mile and a half of paralleling the shoreline northeast of Killarney, past the cliffs and jumbled-rock shoals of Tarvat Bay, we turned offshore at the Rannie Rocks, heading east toward the Fox Islands. Lance had never been to Georgian Bay, but I could have left my charts in the car; every rock and inlet seemed familiar.
Photographs by the author except as noted
The lighthouse at the east end of the Killarney Channel marks the gateway to Georgian Bay. An hour after launching our boats at the town ramp, we were ghosting along at the foot of the lighthouse cliff waiting for the wind to fill in.
We made our first landfall at West Fox Island, 8 miles east of town. I anchored off a rocky beach on the island’s west side and waded ashore while Lance continued around the island to land on the leeward side. We met on the summit, a flat-topped sweep of bedrock that offered a panoramic view. A jagged skyline of massive white pines surrounded the summit slab, arms lifted to the sky. Far out on the water, sunlight glinted and sparked on the wavetops. Every cleft and crack in the bedrock around us sprouted unruly tangles of raspberry bushes, but our decision to come in early June was already imposing harsh penalties—all thorns, and no berries.
Landing on the rocky slabs of West Fox Island’s east side is manageable when the wind is westerly and the waves are small, but it’s not a good place to leave a boat unattended for long. Depending on the wind, the cobblestone beach on the west side of the island and the narrow inlet on the southeast end provide better landing spots.
From the summit, we chose our next objective: Fox Island, less than half a mile to the northeast. I had noticed a gravel beach on the north side of the island on a previous trip but hadn’t taken time to land. With the wind holding southeasterly, I thought we might manage a landing and a climb to the island’s steep summit.
We opted to row the short crossing rather than take time to rig the sails—a reasonable choice in boats that row as well as ours—but the beach proved too exposed for an easy landing, with enough boulders scattered around to make anchoring in the shallows difficult. Neither of us had a VHF along, so we held a quick boat-to-boat discussion just off the beach, an oar’s length apart. With the wind picking up, I suggested we make the 2-mile crossing southeast to Hawk Island, one of my favorite summits in all of Georgian Bay. Lance agreed to the plan, and we hoisted our sails and set out.
It was a beautiful passage, with both boats moving easily on a broad reach under blue skies. We stayed about 2 miles offshore, with open water to the south, and the long ridge of the La Cloche Mountains on the northern horizon. From this distance, the foreshore was nothing but a low-lying stretch of dark pines with a thin band of pale stone at the water’s edge. Ahead, Hawk Island rose in seemingly gentle curves of pine and granite, its true nature concealed by distance.
We passed south of the island a few boat-lengths off the rocky shore—it was obvious now how rugged the topography was, with vertical cliffs dropping directly into the water—heading for a small cove where I had once anchored for the night. But water levels were much higher now, and the cobbled beach at the head of the inlet had become a boulder-strewn shoal. Lance managed to land there, but we couldn’t leave the boats unattended. We continued around the island under oars, and landed on the north side, where there was a sweep of stony beach, perfectly protected from the wind and waves.
I tied FOGG to shore in knee-deep water with an anchor off the stern while Lance did the same with his Phoenix III. We spent the next few hours exploring, climbing from the stony beach to the summit slabs, then scrambling down and up and down and up again along a series of granite cliffs and ledges to reach the island’s far western tip. There was still plenty of daylight left when we got back to the boats.
After considering our options, we decided to continue east for another 6 or 7 miles, skirting the southern edge of The Chickens—a 2-mile stretch of rocky islets and shoals just east of the entrance to Beaverstone Bay—to camp at Hen Island at the eastern end of the shoals. I had stopped there on a previous trip and knew exactly what we’d find: a few acres of low granite slabs, scrub brush, and white pines laid out in the shape of a roasted chicken, with a flat sandy beach tucked up at the head of a narrow bay, right between the drumsticks.
The narrow bay between Hen Island’s “drumsticks” offers the only sand beach I’ve found in all of the Thirty Thousand Islands of Georgian Bay’s eastern shore. Since it’s difficult to cross the wide belt of rocks and shoals that guards the mainland, an offshore campsite with a sandy beach provides a welcome refuge at the end of a long day’s sail.
Hen Island was a perfect campsite, with a wide expanse of gently sloping granite for tenting along the island’s west side. The moon—full, or nearly full—rose above Georgian Bay to cast a shining path over the water. It was late in the night before Lance and I retreated to our tents.
The next day brought blue skies and a boisterous southwest breeze. I suggested we sail east until we rounded Point Grondine—2 miles more or less—before turning northeast, into the westernmost branch of the French River Delta, the centerpiece of Ontario’s French River Provincial Park. Here we’d find the Voyageur Channel, a broad bay filled with dozens of parallel channels between long fingers of pine-topped granite, all running southwest-to-northeast, where the earth had been raked with monstrous claws of glacial ice and drift that scored deep furrows all throughout the Canadian Shield, mile after mile. For small-boat sailors, these parallel grooves offer easy and spectacular traveling when the wind is right: cliff-lined waterways often less than 10 or 20 yards wide.
I wanted to sail these glacial tracks all the way up the Voyageur Channel, skirt the northern side of Green Island, and return to Georgian Bay via the Fort Channel of the French River, just a few miles east. My first attempt on an earlier solo trip had failed when I hit a dead-end far up the Voyageur Channel, the result of pilot error. If we managed to find our way through now, it would be a redemption of sorts.
By the time we rounded Point Grondine and headed in toward Voyageur Channel, the wind had picked up considerably—an edgy proposition when approaching a lee shore lined with rocks and shoals. FOGG was well in the lead as we approached the entrance, but Lance passed me when I rounded up to tie in a double reef—with the channel narrowing dramatically, it was well past time for reducing sail. I caught up half a mile farther on, where he had pulled into a sheltered inlet to wait.
Although we could sail up the Voyageur Channel when the wind is right, there’s not much room for maneuvering, and no guarantees that we wouldn’t hit rocks. Although we managed to make it through without any collisions, we made sure to leave our rudder downhauls uncleated, just in case.
We set out again, but even double-reefed, FOGG was moving too fast, with little room to maneuver in a rocky channel barely 30 yards wide. And besides, this was Neverland, and we were rushing through it. I headed up into the wind, dropped the sail—there was barely room to make the turn at this speed—and rowed to one of the channel’s many narrow islands, a long finger of rock that formed a low ridge between parallel channels. Lance pulled in not far away. We wanted some shore leave: a break from the wind, some lunch, and an aimless ramble along the ridge.
When we shoved off again, we left our sails down. It was a pleasant change of pace to drift along quietly side by side, rowing a few lazy strokes now and then, or simply steering with the tiller as the wind carried us along. Gnarled pines hung from the shore like grasping hands while the dark water mirrored the ragged skyline of the islands all around us. At times the channels were so narrow we had to stand up and use an oar to paddle through, moving from sail-and-oar to SUP. Just above the treetops a heron flew by, wingbeat after slow wingbeat, a reminder that speed was no virtue here.
Lance Pamperin
For much of our time in the French River Delta, I rowed from FOGG’s aft thwart so I could face forward and avoid obstacles in the narrow rocky channels. Lance borrowed one of the filler planks from my sleeping platform for a temporary rowing thwart across the Phoenix III cockpit, which allowed him to do the same.
Now and then we pulled into a side channel or back bay to explore, gliding through reeds and lily pads that parted around our hulls with a shushing hiss, or landing to scramble up bald slabs of granite, balancing along weathered ridges at the water’s edge to follow hidden canyons that cut deep into the woods. At the end of the day, we tied up to a steep-sided rock the size of a railroad car, tucked into a quiet backwater on the east side of Green Island, our traverse of the Delta a success. It didn’t matter that there was barely room to set up our tents—or that Lance arrived first and took the only flat spot. But I made a mental note not to lag so far behind next time.
Along the north side of Green Island, more than 2 miles up the French River Delta, the channel widened considerably, making for easy progress with a tailwind blowing. We had plenty of time to stop along the way to explore the rocky canyons and slabs of Canadian Shield country.
The next few days brought brooding clouds and thunderstorms, gray skies, and too much wind. We didn’t care. The poor sailing conditions gave us all the excuse we needed to stay inshore, weaving through an intricate tangle of narrow passages where a sailing rig would only have been an impediment. We had discovered a strange liminal zone between dry land and open water—dark pine forests, bare bedrock, and swampy lowlands to the north, a broad belt of bare slabs and shoals to the south. Caught between boreal forest and inland sea, we followed a series of haphazardly intersecting faults in the bedrock that formed a complex network of canals—narrow boating at its finest, with the tips of our oars almost scraping the cliffsides. But all too soon it was time to head back to Killarney.
When the third day of our trip began with a series of violent thunderstorms followed by heavy wind, we abandoned our vague plan to sail out to the Bustard Islands 2-1/2 miles offshore. Instead, we rowed up this narrow seam in the bedrock to a dead end in a rock-lined pool filled with lily pads, then continued east to the Bad River Channel to find our next campsite.
Our journey up the Bad River Channel ended at Devils Door Rapid, where fast-flowing current and a 3’ drop kept us from getting farther upstream. We briefly considered trying to line our boats through but decided that rowing up to the foot of the rapid and enjoying a quick ride back through the ripples and eddies was the wiser choice.
At our final campsite in the French River Delta, we pitched our tents on a rise of bare granite overlooking the cove where we had landed. We woke to an unexpected sight: the water level had risen significantly overnight, and the boulder I had tied FOGG’s painter to (lower right corner of the photo) had become an island in a shallow puddle of water.
At our fourth campsite, a slabby cove tucked into a dead end of a 4-mile seam in the bedrock of the Delta, we packed up and launched the boats with the sun still below the treetops. We rowed west down the bedrock seam to where it intersected the Bad River Channel, then turned south. It was 3 miles to open water from here, along a meandering course that wound its way through clusters of weathered rocks that rose from the water like the backs of whales. The southwesterly breeze was a stiff headwind for us here, but if it held, we’d be able to make good progress offshore, sailing a zig-zag course of asymmetrical tacks westward.
Thick gray clouds swept in while we rowed, and the wind grew stronger. At times the Phoenix III was completely hidden in the troughs of the waves, with only a splash of white spray to reveal its position. But as we rounded the Temple Rocks and hoisted our sails, the clouds faded to blue skies and sun, with just enough wind for good speed under full sail. We covered more than 8 miles by early afternoon, crossing tacks again and again far offshore, trading the lead back and forth—despite the difference in waterline lengths, my Alaska and Lance’s Phoenix III have proven to be perfectly compatible for this kind of sailing.
After a few hours aboard, I was ready for a break, and Hen Island was just ahead, not even half a mile off the direct route to Killarney. I steered toward it, and far behind me, Lance followed suit. I had barely made it to shore before he was rounding the island’s north end, the Phoenix III’s balanced lug rig closing the gap with surprising speed once headed a bit off the wind. We beached our boats between the drumsticks and headed inland for some shade; it was much warmer now that we were out of the wind.
Ten minutes later a wall of fog swept in off the lake, enveloping Hen Island in soggy gray mist that settled in so quietly that we didn’t notice it until we returned to the beach—the island’s interior remained completely fog-free, while the mainland, just a quarter mile to the north, was lost completely in the mist. We might have been a hundred miles offshore. A thousand.
And now we were faced with a tough choice. It was 25 miles to Killarney—a full day of sailing, assuming at least partially favorable winds—and Lance was up against a deadline to get back to work. It made sense to make another 10 or 15 miles today if we could. But could we?
We dawdled around the island watching the fog thicken and fade and shift from one direction to another. It had come so quickly that we knew it could easily catch us again if we guessed wrong. Blue skies to the west, a wall of fog to the east. Blue skies east, fog west. Fog everywhere, thick like wet cotton, fading to smoky wisps. And finally blue skies settled in all around, with the fog only a distant band of white across the open water to the south.
We agreed to give it a try, though I wasn’t particularly enthusiastic. The next leg of our route would take us along the southern edge of The Chickens again, and I didn’t want to get fogged in there. Still, it seemed like the best option—if I ignored the nagging thought that I’ve long considered an open schedule and complete avoidance of hard deadlines to be my primary safety measures for small boat cruising.
But it wasn’t the fog that almost got us; it was the huge swells sweeping in from the southwest, swells that must have been building all the while we had been on Hen Island, sheltered from the wind and oblivious to the developing conditions. As we rowed out into steepening waves, working for enough sea room to raise our sails, I was slow to recognize how bad conditions were getting. I told myself that the waves were only building so drastically here because of the underwater shelf at the edge of the shoals—a little farther offshore, they would calm down.
Twenty yards behind me I heard Lance call: “Are we about to do something stupid here?”
Yes, I thought. We are. But for me, it was already too late—I had hoisted the sail, tugged the downhaul tight, and sheeted in. Just as I heard Lance call, FOGG surged forward on a starboard tack, heading for a wall of a wave that seemed 10′ high. Behind it, row on row upon row of big waves swept in from the southwest, bigger waves than I had ever sailed in before.
There was no question of fear—it was too late for that. I immediately rejected the idea of jibing back toward Hen Island, or even lunging forward to drop the sail. I had tied a reef in before hoisting the sail, at least—that would help—but careful steering and constant attention to tiller and mainsheet would be my only hope of avoiding a rollover that could only end in the ugliest way, with FOGG washed up onto the rocks of The Chickens and pounded by breaking waves. Behind me the Phoenix III’s sail suddenly took shape and filled with wind. A moment later Lance and his entire boat, mast and sail included, disappeared into a trough. He was committed now, too.
I was surprised to find that I was able to manage without too much fuss, angling carefully up the faces of the waves, and easing the sheet as needed. After what I guessed might be 10 minutes—half a mile at this speed, maybe—I took my chance to come about onto a westerly course, hoping I had timed it well enough to avoid an unexpectedly big wave that might easily capsize us. And then we were headed west, the waves rolling in on FOGG’s port side now. All my attention was on the sheet and tiller.
I could just see Hawk Island, off in the distance, a low lump of green on the horizon. Six miles, maybe. All I had to do was hold this course for two or three hours, and I’d be able to sail into the lee of the island, back to the stony beach on its northern side where we had landed on the first day of the trip. I was sure that Lance had reached the same conclusion—it seemed like the only reasonable course of action. It would be nothing but stupid to try to land on a lee shore in these waves.
It was still blustery and cold when we hoisted sail at the mouth of the Bad River Channel for the westward passage to Hen Island. The Phoenix III, with its greater stability and smaller 76 sq ft balanced lug rig, was able to manage easily under full sail. I tied a single reef in FOGG’s 85-sq-ft standing lug, which was just about right for the conditions.
It was a harrowing ride for the first few miles. I was unable to let go of the tiller or sheet to bail, and the cold water sloshing around my feet was getting deeper. Every so often an outsized wave would rise up unexpectedly, its crest breaking over the port gunwale with a sudden splash. After a while the rudder kicked partway up, noticeably increasing the strain on the tiller. I tried to steer gently—a broken tiller would have been disastrous—but there was nothing else I could do.
Once past The Chickens and into deeper water, conditions slowly dropped from nerve-wracking to exciting to merely interesting. I managed to lower the rudder, and even bailed a few scoops of water. The waves kept dropping off, and eventually Lance and I were able to regroup. I sponged the boat dry as we sailed along side by side. After a few more miles, a sudden calm had us drifting aimlessly a mile out from Hawk Island, rocking gently while our sails flopped lifelessly overhead.
Lance dropped his rig and started rowing. I was about to follow his lead when a sudden strong westerly swept in, preceded by a ripple of dark catspaws on the water that gave me just enough time to be ready. When the wind hit, I sheeted in and was off on a port tack. It would be a dead beat to Hawk Island—half a dozen tacks, maybe—but after what we’d just come through, a dead beat would be nothing.
An hour later I sailed up to Hawk Island’s cobbled beach, cold, wet, and ready to be done with the wind. Lance was already anchored just offshore, proof that rowing directly to windward is faster than a long beat. I didn’t care. We were both safely ashore again, with The Chickens and their huge swells behind us.
We spent much of our second day on Hawk Island huddled on the sheltered beach, hoping the wind would die down. Instead, it kept getting worse. Shortly after this photo was taken, we set off on our ill-advised attempt to make some more miles to windward, only to return to Hawk Island an hour later—tired, wet, and cold.
Our first campsite on Hawk Island was located on a broad ledge just below the summit dome, one of the only flat spots we found. The spectacular setting was worth the effort to make the long climb from the beach with our camping gear.
We spent our sixth day on Hawk Island, kept ashore by strong westerly winds. It wasn’t until evening that we made our attempt to leave the island to cover a few more miles back toward Killarney—the attempt that had landed us both back on the beach.
The wind veered to the north and the cobblestone beach where we had anchored would soon be exposed to breaking waves. Though we were cold and wet from our ill-advised attempt, we couldn’t leave the boats here overnight—the nearest campsite was high above the beach, far too distant to tend to the boats if conditions continued to worsen.
With few options remaining, we rowed to a marginally sheltered bay on the island’s south side, moving slowly in waves stirred up by two days of heavy winds. I rigged my 12-pound Northill off FOGG’s stern and buried a smaller Northill under a huge pile of boulders ashore for the bow. We were able to lift Lance’s boat onto a smooth slab of rock above the water. We spent the night on a narrow shelf of rock at the base of a cliff that overlooked the bay.
The next morning, we took a chance on an early departure under blustery gray skies, tacking westward against a double-reefing headwind. By the time we completed the 2-mile crossing to the Fox Islands, though, conditions had moderated to easy sailing. Another 8 miles of blue skies and bright sun brought us back to the ramp at Killarney. We left our boats in the marina and walked back to the Church of St. Bonaventure for the cars and trailers.
I wasn’t eager to begin the long drive home, knowing it would be at least another year before I’d be able to return. I hoped Lance would be able to join me again when I came back; I suspected that Georgian Bay was as much in his blood now as it was mine. But as for this summer, my sailing was pretty much done. I’d be moving to Europe for a new teaching job in just a few weeks.
I spent my last few Canadian dollars on a basket of fried fish at the Herbert Fisheries dockside restaurant, trying to delay my departure for as long as possible, then took a minute to make sure—one more time—that FOGG was on the trailer, strapped down and ready to go. Despite the challenges Lance and I had faced, I’d argue we’d had good luck. But I still didn’t know whether St. Bonaventure had offered us a blessing or a warning. Maybe both, I decided.
Tom Pamperin is a teacher, writer, and small-boat sailor with a long history of cruising the Great Lakes and smaller inland waters. He is currently based in Wrocław, Poland.
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Audrey, aka Skipper, is a sailor and a seamstress, and has worked with fabric for more than five decades and knows a thing or two (or three) about sailcloth care. At the age of nine, she helped her dad, Cap’n Jack, build a 16′ daysailer, and she still remembers that the biggest expense by far for the boat was the purchase of the jib and mainsail. At the end of every sailing season, those sails were removed, cleaned, dried, and then stored under Cap’n Jack’s bed. On her mother’s side of the family, there’s a sailor’s history dating back to the 18th century, when Skipper’s fourth great-grandfather, Capt. Pierre Surget, stored the sails for his snow-brig, ST. JACQUES, at his home. Those bits of cloth were his livelihood: no sails, no ship.
Dacron sailcloth, the most commonly used material for cruising sails since the 1950s, is very durable and coated to protect its fibers from ultraviolet (UV) light, stabilize the cloth, and fill the weave to make it less porous. While Dacron sails are stronger and longer-lasting than their cotton ancestors, they still require care to give them a long and useful life.
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This small, light nylon sail is a standard fixture on the editor’s kayak. Exposure to sunlight has faded the color, a very bright yellow-green that’s still evident alongside the spars but almost entirely gone in the areas of sail that were wrapped around them. The fabric is not yet falling apart, but it has markedly aged.
Since the late 1960s, Skipper has stood by tried-and-true sail-care practices that are very simple and take little time. At the top of her list is to avoid damage to the sail in the first place. We find UV damage frequently in our sailboat restoration hobby—folks leave sails on a spar year-round, which allows the sun to burn a stripe of weakened cloth on the exposed area. In the worst cases, the UV makes the cloth so brittle that we can poke a finger through it. Our friend Hunter Riddle, who owns Schurr Sails in Pensacola, Florida, tells us that most of the damage to sails he sees is caused by prolonged exposure to sunlight’s UV rays. If a sail must live rigged or outside, a sail cover is a good investment; a $200 cover can extend the life of a sail for many years.
Skipper’s second tip is not to let the sails flog in the wind when underway, moored, or beached. The sails don’t like flogging any more than we do, and the repeated stress put on the cloth, stitching, and hardware dramatically reduces sail life. Sails lose their shape, stitches break, grommets tear out, and cloth rips.
Dry the sails after use. If they’re put away wet, they can get stained by mildew. Sails that have been splashed with salt water, which damages the cloth and any metal fittings sewn to the sail, need to be rinsed with fresh water after the outing and then dried before being put away. Salt crystals that form when seawater dries abrade fabric fibers and coatings as well as absorb moisture from the air, leading to mildew. A well-maintained lawn, where the grass keeps the sail free from dirt, is a good place to dry sails. Raising a sail will dry it quickly, but if the wind is blowing, the flapping—flogging—will weaken it.
Sails should be cleaned at least once a season, more often in saltwater environments. We take the Hippocratic “do-no-harm” approach and stick to fresh water for rinsing and Dawn dishwashing liquid to clean small, soiled areas. Applying harsh cleaning chemicals to Dacron fabric and coating can quickly prove detrimental to the sailcloth. The sail may look cleaner, but the protective coating has been stripped away. If a cleaning product is not safe to put on a duck, we avoid it. If the stains and damage are outside the skill set of the average sailor, there are businesses and sailmakers that repair and recondition sails.
Kent Lewis
After a cleaning or being subjected to saltwater spray, a fresh-water rinse is followed by the sail being spread out to dry. A dry lawn is better for the sail than hanging it up and subjecting it to fluttering in the breeze. To keep from staining the fabric green, avoid freshly mowed grass and stepping on the sail.
Kent Lewis
Rolling the sail up to lie parallel to its attached spars can prepare the sail for being stored without the damage caused by folding.
It is best to repair damage as soon as it is noted, as a few loose stitches can become a large tear and a large repair bill. Use marine-grade adhesive sailcloth for small patches and UV-resistant thread for sewn repairs.
At the end of the season, small sails should be fully dry before being put away in a cool, dry place. We store ours in our garage or inside the house in the sail closet—there are too many to put under the bed. Sails left outdoors in the backyard attract rodents and insects that may create a nest full of all sorts of nasty stuff that would make a Hazmat professional wither. Larger sails that are left on the rigging should have protective covers. Small sails left on spars should have the outhauls loosened. We roll sails up around themselves rather than around spars that are lumpy with hardware that can press into the fabric and weaken it. We prefer rolling to folding because it doesn’t bend the cloth sharply and damage the coating. If a sail needs to be folded, it’s best to fold loosely as few times as possible and to avoid putting the folds in the same places every time the sail is folded. Stuffing the sail into a sail bag isn’t recommended as it results in a lot of sharp creases that damage the sailcloth fibers.
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Most of the editor’s sails are loosely rolled around spars and tied with strips of cotton cloth. None of the spars have metal hardware or protruding wooden fittings that might distort the sailcloth. All of the spars are varnished and won’t leave stains.
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Small loose sails like jibs can be rolled around foam pool noodles or pipe insulation.
As our sailmaker, Hunter, told us, we could skip the sail care and he’d be happy to sell us new sails every year. But sails are expensive to replace, and recently there have been sailcloth shortages and the cost is not likely to go down. Proper sail care can easily stretch a sail’s life to 40 years or more.
Kent and Audrey (Skipper) Lewis have cared for hundreds of sails over the decades. Their sailing adventures are logged at Small Boat Restoration.
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When my Caledonia yawl was not yet a year old, I took my son and my father out sailing from the marina in Edmonds, Washington. Once we cleared the breakwater, the breeze filled the big lug main and we took off, leaving a fizzing white wake astern. As usual, I started out beating to weather so our homeward leg would be an easy downwind run. The wind picked up on our way south and was soon more than I could handle. I sheeted the mizzen in tight to heave to so I could lower the main and tie a reef in. The big sail was rather unruly and in my struggle to get it lowered I barked three knuckles on my right hand. With each handful of sail that I grabbed, I left splotches of bright red blood.
I remember the outing well because I see those stains every time I set sail in the yawl. They’ve been there for about 15 years despite the countless times I’ve hosed the main with fresh water to wash salt spray away.
Parts of that sail and some of my other sails are speckled black with mildew, probably from keeping them for years in an unheated garage made humid by a leak in the roof. I’ve read that mildew doesn’t damage the Dacron fibers that my sails are woven from, but it looks terrible. Bleach is a common household remedy for mildew and mold, but while Dacron can tolerate it, nylon can’t, and to be on the safe side with the materials used in thread, boltropes, and whatever else is part of a sail, it’s best to avoid bleach. To see if I could get my sails looking better, I tried Shurhold’s Moldaway, a “powdered oxygenated cleaner” that does not contain bleach or chlorine—right on the label—lists sails among the items it can clean.
Photographs by the author
The Moldaway powder is dissolved in a measured amount of warm water and then brushed, sponged, or sprayed on the fabric to be cleaned. The fabric can also be soaked in the solution.
For spot-cleaning jobs I followed the instructions and mixed 2 tablespoons of powder to a quart of warm water and stirred until the powder was all in solution. It can be applied with a brush or a sponge or sprayed on, then sponged or brushed lightly. I opted to put a couple of quarts of solution in a plastic tub and one by one immersed stained parts of a few sails. If Moldaway would do all the work without my having to lift a finger, I’d be all for it.
I treated one of the blood stains on the yawl’s mainsail and areas of mildew in that sail and others. When in contact with the sailcloth, the Moldaway solution effervesces with very small bubbles, the sort that Fizzies flavored-drink tablets of my childhood did. I let the “scrubbing bubbles” scrub for 10 or 15 minutes. When I pulled each section of sailcloth out of the solution and rinsed it with fresh water, I was pleased to see the mildew and blood stains gone. What really surprised me was how clean the sail’s zigzag stitching was: it had gone from an ashy gray to sugar white. And all of the cleaning had happened without the wear and tear that scrubbing could have imposed on the sail.
The now-brown blood stains have been on this sail for years and remained after the many times the sail had been rinsed with fresh water. (Safety pins mark the spot to be cleaned. The gray splotches are just spots wet with fresh water.)
The blood stains disappeared after soaking in Moldaway without any scrubbing.
This Dacron sail has been speckled with mildew.
Moldaway proved effective in removing mildew.
I don’t know what caused this rust stain, but tested Moldaway on it even though the product is meant to remove only stains made by organic matter. I stitched thread around the area to mark it.
Moldaway did make good progress with the rust stain (with some scrubbing). What impressed me most about this test was how clean the stitching at right turned out.
The stain on my cotton family flag has bothered me for years. It may have been caused by pine tar. I tried to remove it with Moldaway, but without success. The Moldaway did not cause the sewn-on black and dark-blue fabrics to fade or bleed.
Eager to see what else Moldaway could do, I dipped my kayak’s nylon-fabric-covered foam seat in the solution and the treated section came out with all the grey and speckles gone. The smallest sail I have, a nylon sail for my kayak, went for a soak in Moldaway, and although it has faded a lot by exposure to sunlight, it came out gleaming with the remaining color restored to brilliance.
My Caledonia sail is already looking much better with the worst of its stains gone, but I’ll miss the marks my knuckles left, not only for the memory of sailing with my son and father, but also for the reminder to reef early.
Christopher Cunningham is the editor of Small Boats Magazine.
Moldaway is available from Shurhold. A 12-oz jar costs $16.48. It is available at many retail outlets.
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We are fans of old-school tools for boatbuilding, and one of our favorites is the folding ruler. Our 2′ folding ruler has performed admirably on many restorations and new builds, but recently we purchased a 3′ folding ruler made by Sybren of Holland, and it has jumped to the top of our folding-ruler class.
The first thing that caught my eye about the 3′ folding ruler was how the light-colored hardwood provides a sharp contrast to the black measuring marks and large numbers, making it easy to take measurements from plans or the dark corners of a workpiece. The markings are incised in the wood, making them much longer lasting than markings screen-printed on a flat surface. One side of the rule is marked in feet, inches, and eighths and the other is marked in feet, inches, and sixteenths. Completely folded, it is a 9″ ruler with eighth-inch markings showing; to get to the sixteenths, the ruler must be unfolded to its 18″ length. The numbers on both sides of the ruler read from left to right, and the increment markings are on the near side of the stick when it’s laid flat. Surprisingly, that is not the case with all folding rulers, the old Stanley rulers among them, which require looking over the far edge to measure or mark a workpiece.
All photos by Kent Lewis
Folded, the ruler is short enough to fit in a pants pocket without being completely buried and difficult to retrieve.
The Sybren ruler can be set on edge, which puts the increment marks in contact with the workpiece, offering more precise measuring and marking than is possible with a measuring tape, with its curved metal blade, which curls away from the work, or a zigzag folding ruler with joints that won’t let it lie flat. And, the Sybren hasn’t snapped back or pinched me yet.
This ruler’s major attribute is the versatility of having four rulers in one: 9″, 18″, 27″, and a full yardstick. I was pleased to find that the folded ruler was a more convenient fit in my pants pockets, with enough of the ruler poking out to make it easy to grab, even when wearing work gloves. My elusive 2′ folding ruler of a similar design, which is only 6″ long when folded, buries itself in pockets.
The ruler has two kinds of hinges. The two closest to the ends are almost completely concealed on the front side of the ruler and have a small barrel protruding from the back. The middle hinge extends only from the top edge.
The ruler is a standard four-fold style with sturdy brass hinges, which are stiff enough to create a rigid yardstick that provides more accurate measurements than a floppy metal tape. Measurements can be taken overhead or one-handed. The unmarked edge of the rule is useful to draw straight lines, and it is thick enough to stand on edge for the most precise measuring and marking. The center hinge is tight enough to provide friction to turn the ruler into a handy bevel gauge that fits into the same space as most other bevel gauges.
The hinges are tight enough to hold the position of the ruler when it’s partially folded, which can come in handy if you need a stand-in for a bevel gauge.
We used the ruler during construction of our Nutshell Pram and the 1/8″markings were a good fit with the 3″:1′ scale of the plans. Originally invented in 1851, the folding ruler has stood the test of time in boatshops for more than 170 years, and the Sybren should span a few generations in our family.
Audrey (Skipper) and Kent Lewis recently completed a new build of Joel White’s 7′ 7″ Nutshell Pram, now the smallest in their armada of 16 boats. Their mess-about adventures are logged at their blog, Small Boat Restoration.
During the COVID pandemic, Melbourne, Australia’s second largest city, was second to none when it came to lockdowns. From March 2020 to October 2021, the city endured six lockdowns for a total of 262 days, more days by far than any other city on Earth. In the midst of the pandemic, Gary Hardy realized the looming threat of another long spell of being homebound could be put to good use as a compelling argument to build another boat.
Photographs courtesy of Gary and Anne Hardy
There wasn’t much room in the shed for building the 15′-long Skerry. When the weather permitted, the hull could be rolled out on a dolly and set on sawhorses, where there is fresh air and a lot more elbow room.
He had been retired for a few years and could do with his time pretty much as he wished, and what he wished to do was build another boat. That required a negotiation with his wife, Anne. The 17′ plywood kayak he had built before retiring had taken over their home’s lounge room, and when Gary finished the project he had to take out a window to move the kayak out of the house. Anne was reluctant to have another boat built on a diagonal across a room meant for relaxing, and the two agreed on something much smaller: a cradle boat. Gary bought the plans for Chesapeake Light Craft’s 7′ 9″ Eastport pram and scaled it down to bunk a grandchild. Christened SEA PUP, it has remained unused as no grandchildren are yet in the works.
Working outdoors in the Australian sunshine often provided good lighting for work on the Skerry. Gary has a cordless drill, but sometimes a vintage hand-cranked drill is the right tool for the job.
When Gary foresaw another lockdown coming, he once again entered negotiations with Anne about building yet another boat. This time it was Chesapeake Light Craft’s Skerry, a 15′ double-ender for oar and sail. “I argued that building a boat was an important mental health measure.” To up the ante even further he put the Skerry kit on his pointedly specific Christmas and December birthday wish lists. He also placed the order.
DERRY was launched after SEA PUP, an Eastport pram scaled down and equipped with rockers to serve as a cradle boat for an as-yet nonexistent grandchild. The Hardy’s cat, Maggie, is a rescue like their dog Ozzie, but that shared background doesn’t make them good friends. Maggie bosses him mercilessly.
Gary didn’t get to build the Skerry in the lounge. The project was relegated to the shed, and he had to sell his Mirror dinghy to make room. It was a tight fit. “Somehow, either my shed was smaller or the Skerry bigger than I anticipated, but I managed.” The lockdown he had seen coming did indeed happen, and Melburnians once again spent most of their time at home. For Gary, “building during lockdown was a blessing and kept me sane and happy.” Building a boat in cramped quarters required some gymnastics, adding to the mental health measures some physical benefits: “Squeezing round the edges to build that boat was extremely good for stretching and flexibility.” After the hull was finished, he put the Skerry on a dolly so he could move it out of the shed during fair weather and work on it in the garden.
Getting away from Maggie may be one of the pleasures Ozzie takes in boating. Flat water and a light breeze are to his liking.
Gary christened the finished boat DERRY, his mother’s maiden name. It was what his father called his mother since their courtship, when he gave her a book he had inscribed “for Derry is my darling.”
Ozzie took in the scene while Anne, Gary’s wife, took to the oars. The cart used to get DERRY to the water rests on the stern.
Gary has been pleased with the Skerry’s performance: “a real delight to sail and row.” And Anne “loves it, much more than any of the boats I have owned in the past.” Gary added side benches in the bow to provide a comfortable spot for Anne to be while sailing. With the boat’s two rowing stations they can also row together; “a nice companionable activity.”
Anne has also taken to sailing DERRY. Ozzie, taking a snooze in his yellow PFD (bottom center), seemed a bit indifferent to it.
Ozzie, the couple’s two-year-old Australian Cattle Dog, is Gary’s other sailing companion. “A key characteristic of this breed is an extraordinary level of loyalty. Ozzie is profoundly miserable if I go out sailing without him. Australian Cattle Dogs are also extremely good at communicating how they are feeling. He has an unerring way of letting me know he will go with whatever we are doing because he is a good, loyal dog, but he may be very, very unhappy about it.” While getting doused with spray while DERRY was beating to windward, Ozzie glared at Gary through eyes narrowed with reproach.
With DERRY beginning to heel, Ozzie wasn’t in the mood for napping.
Gary then devised a dodger to shelter Ozzie. After making a prototype from a poly tarp, he sewed up a canvas version to be supported by a curved PVC pipe anchored in the forward oarlock sockets. “Ozzie certainly approves of the enhancement, and I have found it is very cozy to snug down behind it for a morning coffee. If I can persuade Ozzie to move over.”
As the breeze freshens and the spray began to fly, Ozzie hunkers down. His PFD is just below the mast and his glaring eye is visible by Gary’s kneecap.
The dodger Gary made for Ozzie’s comfort got a good looking over by Maggie.
Gary has entered DERRY for next February’s Tawe Nunnagah 2023, a raid that runs over nine days and 140 nautical miles up the east coast of Tasmania—what he describes as “a fantastic but wild stretch of water.” If all goes well, he’ll finish in Hobart in time for the Hobart Wooden Boat Festival.
The dodger keeps Ozzie out of the wind and spray and makes sailing a bit more tolerable.
While DERRY is getting put to use frequently and has a busy post-pandemic future lined up, the cradle boat SEA PUP gathers dust. “My children have so far studiously avoided taking the hint of the cradle boat, and SEA PUP is still waiting for her crew. But Anne and I live in hope.”
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Gil Smith designed and built around 400 boats for the shallow waters of New York’s Great South Bay between the 1860s and 1936. In his early years he mostly built working craft, such as oyster-fishing boats. Speed was an advantage for these craft, as beating competitors to the market might ensure a higher price. These working craft typically had a generous beam to provide form stability, plenty of room for the catch, and low freeboard aft for ease of landing that catch.
Smith transferred these basic characteristics to the pleasure boats he later designed and built, when the decline of the oyster fishery coincided with a boom in local tourism. These boats have seen a resurgence in popularity in recent years, thanks largely to the efforts of Donn Constanzo of Greenport, New York, whose company, Wooden Boatworks, recently built a replica of Smith’s 36′ 9″ sloop KID—an evolution of the signature Gil Smith hull shape. Costanzo has described Smith as “the finest designer of shoal draft yachts ever.”
Smith produced his 21′ 6″ catboat LUCILE in 1891, when he was at the height of his popularity. This boat’s raked elliptical transom, plumb stem, and generous beam were typical of his designs of that time. The boat under consideration here is a scaled-down interpretation of that boat—a 14-footer built by a student at the U.K.’s Lyme Regis Boatbuilding Academy.
Nigel Sharp
Tyler built his new boat in strip planked cedar, sheathing it inside and out in biaxial fiberglass cloth. The backbone is of laminated sapele.
When Michael Tyler, a former art student and bank manager, began his boatbuilding studies in March 2011, he knew he wanted to build something “a bit different.” While casually thumbing through one of the boating magazines at the academy, he saw a very small photograph of a replica of LUCILE. He knew he’d found what he was looking for.
Tyler talked to his instructors about LUCILE, it soon became apparent that to build so large a boat would not be practical, both in terms of budget and shop space. “I might have been depriving someone else of the opportunity to build a boat,” he said of the prospect. A smaller version was considered, but as scaling a boat down while keeping the original proportions simply doesn’t work, this would not be as straightforward as Tyler had first hoped. However, the solution came from instructor Mike Broome, who offered to carry out the necessary design work, in his spare time, for a 14′ interpretation.
Broome’s priority was to ensure the boat would be “visually in keeping with the original,” with the sail plan being one of the main considerations. Smith’s boats were already considered to be overcanvased, and if LUCILE’s mainsail were simply scaled down it would have measured 163 sq ft. Broome realized this would be absurd with the reduced weight and beam of the hull; he initially considered reducing it to 153 sq ft, and ultimately settled on 120. On the other hand, the new boat’s freeboard was barely scaled down at all. “I was trying to recreate the same kind of useful performance without restricting the boat to light winds only,” Broome said. “I hoped the result would be majestic but usable.”
Athough LUCILE was of traditional carvel construction, Tyler didn’t want to follow that path, as he expected that the new boat would spend long periods out of the water; if carvel planked, she would have to swell tight every time she was launched. So it was decided that the hull would be strip-planked with 3⁄8″-thick western red cedar, and sheathed inside and out with a biaxial cloth and epoxy. After the lines were lofted, the backbone was laminated in sapele, the building jig was assembled, and it was time to start planking.
The planking provided a challenging lesson for Tyler. In carvel construction, planks are tapered to accommodate the varying girth of a boat at various sections along its length. On the other hand, strip planking normally uses parallel planks with pre-machined concave and convex edges to provide an easy and effective gluing surface. Tyler was attracted by the potential speed advantage of this technique, but he was disappointed to find that the marked twist in the stern sections of the hull meant that he had to individually taper a number of planks over about 5′ of their lengths, reducing the width from 7⁄8″ in some cases to as little as 1⁄2″. This fussy fitting slowed the work considerably.
Before the planked hull was turned right-side up, it was sheathed and then faired with an epoxy compound—a process that took Tyler and fellow student John Bicknell more than a week. It was then painted with a two-pack polyurethane paint. The deck is built of 6mm ply over sapele and Douglas-fir deckbeams. Tyler intended to lay swept western red-cedar planks over the plywood, but he ran out of time. The mast and gaff are hollow, and are built of eight Sitka-spruce staves joined along their edges with so-called “bird’s-mouth” joints. The boom is of Douglas-fir.
Nigel Sharp
LUCIE has a generous sail plan, and feels tender initially. But once her angle of heel reaches about 15 degrees, she leans on her leeward bilge and firms up considerably.
Launch Day is a fixed date on the calendar at Lyme Regis for all the students. “If you couldn’t launch on Launch Day,” Tyler said, “that would be a travesty, so you have to push yourself just to cross the finish line.” Although he often worked until nine or ten at night throughout the course, as Launch Day approached he increasingly found himself still at work at 2 a.m..
Although there were still some finishing touches such as sole boards and deck varnish to complete, Tyler’s new boat, now named LUCIE, was ready to sail on Launch Day. With her rig in place, she took her turn among the other seven student-built boats, and was launched into Lyme Regis Harbour to great cheers from the assembled crowd. It was a cold December day with a squally offshore wind, and so Tyler wore “two wetsuits and a raincoat.” LUCIE’s sail, made by Elvstrom’s Jerry White, was hoisted with a reef in it. Bicknell, by Tyler’s own admission a much more experienced dinghy sailor, took the helm initially.
“I was a little concerned about the conditions,” he said, “and so I pushed for a reef to give us more of a chance of staying upright should something jam or should the boat turn out to be difficult to handle. But as it turned out it was fine, and if we hadn’t been enjoying it so much we would have come back in and taken out the reef.”
The conditions were considerably more pleasant when I took LUCIE out for her second sail four months later on a small lake adjacent to the River Thames at Pangbourne, where Tyler has taken a job as curator of a new maritime museum. It was a beautiful spring day with a light breeze occasionally rising to about a Force 3 (7–10 knots). However, just before we launched LUCIE, it was clear that I would have no choice other than to sail away from the slipway on a broad reach and immediately jibe. This was not an ideal prospect in a boat of unknown performance.
But I needn’t have worried. The maneuver went without a hitch, and I was then able to enjoy the delights of this lively little boat on all points of sailing. She felt very stable thanks to the stability afforded by her generous hull sections and her 812 lbs displacement. She accelerated nicely and tracked well, and didn’t need much steering thanks to the large galvanized steel rudder swinging from the trailing edge of her long keel. However, she did heel more than I expected in the gusts, albeit not suddenly, and initially it occurred to me that perhaps Broome should have taken his sail reduction a little farther. However, as I got used to the boat, it became apparent that, as she heeled to about 15 degrees and the leeward bilge dug in and the leverage of the centerboard, ballasted with 58 lbs of lead, took effect, it would take a lot for her to go any farther. I later discovered that Bicknell had come to the same conclusion on LUCIE’s first sail.
There were some inevitable teething problems. The peak halyard needs the addition of a purchase to eliminate the crease between the throat and the clew, and the halyard falls must be relocated to avoid the boom jaws pressing against them when off the wind. But Tyler now has the time and opportunity to attend to these matters and will then be able to get a lot of enjoyment out of this great little boat. He’ll also turn his attention to the possibility of building other versions.
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LUCIE, with her wide beam, wineglass transom, plumb bow, and firm sections is unmistakably inspired by Gil Smith. Mike Broome, who drew these lines, set out to retain the aesthetic qualities of the 21’ Smith original, while creating a safe and seaworthy 14’ interpretation of that design.
TROUT is a 23′ outboard-motor-powered garvey designed by Harry Bryan. She was commissioned by a client whose access to a new family fishing camp was to be principally by water. The design mandate was for a boat that could carry not only 12–14 people, but also propane tanks, aviation fuel for a sea-plane, an all-terrain vehicle, and a wheelchair-bound passenger. The boat would not be fast, necessarily, and it had to fit a particular “distressed” aesthetic. Specifically, it had to look like it was a century old.
The camp would be designed to appear as if it sprung from the surrounding landscape. The boat was to have no garish features that would destroy its harmony with this backdrop. The 20-hp motor was to be hidden away in a covered well, and its controls carefully concealed but accessible. “I had to argue with the clients,” said Bryan, “to put some oil on the cedar deck.”
Eventual road access to the camp diminished the necessity of TROUT’s original mission, and soon after she was completed Bryan was asked to find a good home for her, which he did. Today, the boat serves a family compound on a remote Maine lake. Although we didn’t see her in her intended home, she indeed appears to have grown from this adopted landscape of spruce-fringed granite outcroppings.
The boat has stick steering, like a yacht club launch. This system involves a vertical tiller swinging fore-and-aft about amidships on the boat’s starboard side. Push the tiller forward, and the boat turns to port; pull it aft, and she turns to starboard. Bryan chose this arrangement both to avoid having a visible contemporary steering wheel, and to free up cargo space in the center of the boat. (One of his earlier garveys, built for a similar purpose but meant to carry less of a load, has a center console.)
Matthew P. Murphy
TROUT’s flip-down ramp is meant to mate with a dock, though with some modification it would function well for beach landings, too. It also makes a good slide.
Matthew P. Murphy
A pair of adjustable ramps allow heavy, wheeled objects to be rolled from the raised foredeck down to the boat’s sole.
The raised foredeck platform is bounded by short, painted, black-iron pipe stanchions capped with oak plugs on top and threaded into flanges at the bottom; the flanges serve as bolted-on bases. The oak plugs are drilled for rope lifelines. A pair of removable ramps stows underneath this foredeck; they can be slid out and mounted in position, their distance from each other adjustable, to allow heavy gear on the foredeck to be rolled onto the lower main deck. A short hinged ramps folds back onto the raised deck when the boat is underway. This ramp was designed to mate with a floating dock: Nose the boat into the float, flip down the ramp, and you have an effortless connection to the shore for loading or unloading of all that gear.
I’ve come to think of this boat as an outboard-powered pier. Imagine a situation in which a larger, deeper-draft boat were moored off of a sandy or fine-gravel beach with no pier facilities. This garvey, with a longer bow ramp than the boat I tested, could be brought into that beach, and the ramp flipped down to the beach. Passengers could be easily loaded, the boat poled into safe water, and the motor started.
This garvey is built upside-down over oak or locust frames whose heads, for building purposes, extend all the way to the building baseline. They’re trimmed to their proper heights once the hull is inverted. A keel batten and two chines are sprung along the frames, and the outboard motor’s transom is fitted and fastened into place. The keel batten is beveled to receive the bottom planking, and it comes to a point along the centerline.
Two layers of 5 ⁄8″ cedar planking, laid on opposing diagonals, make up the bottom. Thickened epoxy joins these layers, and they’re clamped the old-fashioned way, with temporary drywall screws. Not only is this bottom strong and watertight, but it also makes good use of short stock. “The secret to such a bottom,” says Harry Bryan, “is to remember that epoxy is cheap compared to the price of a repair.” In other words, don’t starve the joint between the plank layers of glue. When this planking is completed, a flat is planed into it along the center-line to receive an oak shoe. The topsides are planked in conventional lapstrake cedar, copper-riveted along the laps and screw-fastened to the frames.
There’s no denying the benefits of contemporary out-board motors: They are quiet, efficient, and lightweight. But when you’re designing and building a boat of a certain timeless aesthetic, they do present their challenges. Aside from the blaring graphics, even the simplest motor has a throttle, a shift, a kill switch, and a key. All of these features are studiously hidden away in TROUT. In fact, when I stepped aboard to test the boat recently, I was stymied for several minutes in trying to start the engine. I’d pumped the fuel bulb and priming lever, then turned the key, which is mounted on the console. The engine just cranked without a hint of firing. “Kill switch…,” I thought. “Where’s the kill switch?” After some searching, I discovered the button artfully hidden away in a locker to star-board of the engine. A nondescript-looking lanyard led through a hole in a bulkhead, allowing the switch to still function.
Matthew P. Murphy
Two simple oak sticks control the boat’s direction and speed. The inner stick is the gearshift lever.
I‘ve been aware of Bryan’s camp utility garveys for years, and have been eager for all of that time to try one of these boats. I finally got the chance last August. On my outing, I was joined by a friend of TROUT’s owner, who followed next to me in another boat. “I can’t even hear that boat running,” the friend said when I finally did get the engine started. There are two oak sticks handy to the driver’s right hand: one controls both the shift and throttle, and the other is the tiller. TROUT backed easily away from the dock, and was quite steerable in both directions, thanks to the directional reverse thrust of the outboard motor. Drivers of inboard-motor-powered boats steered by rudders will appreciate this quality, as their boats often turn in only one direction when backing up, and require special handling skills.
Once clear of the dock, I throttled up. The bow rose a few degrees as the hull settled onto its after sections, just as it’s meant to do. This is a planing hull with a displacement heart; while a bigger motor could push it onto plane, that’s not what the owners or the designer had in mind. Bryan’s earlier garvey, mentioned above, was meant to plane and attain some speed. But this one is for carrying a load. In fact, Bryan made some shop-floor changes to his drawings, to enhance the load carrying even more: He added 6″ to the boat’s beam during lofting.
I didn’t test the boat’s load-carrying ability, but I think I would have been hard-pressed that day to gather together enough stuff—or enough people—to test it to its limit. But that’s of no consequence, because the boat’s abilities are transparent. I have no doubt that the specified party of 12–14 people would remain comfortable, safe, and dry in modest lake conditions—or that the drum of aviation fuel would arrive intact at its camp-side destination.
Matthew P. Murphy
With her subdued paint scheme and lack of graphics, TROUT is meant to blend in with a lakeside landscape.
We took TROUT to a beach not far from the camp, and folded down the bow ramp. This ramp, recall, is meant for a dock, so it’s shorter and thus steeper than it might be for a beach landing. But it still proved handy, and was great for my two-year-old son, who found its pitch perfect for sliding onto the beach.
The boat beached easily, with the electric trim drawing the propeller clear of the bottom as she glided to a gentle grounding. It was easy to imagine a load of camping gear piled into the boat—or a large barbecue grill and several coolers. TROUT really opens up some otherwise-off-limits terrain, while leaving a very small footprint and making little noise.
The return to the camp’s dock from the beach was meditative. Upon arrival, though, I found that the launch-driving skills I’d honed over several summers more than two decades ago had atrophied: Coming alongside with stick steering is easy once it’s mastered, but the movement of the tiller—remember, forward for a turn to port, and aft for a turn to starboard—must become second nature. You can’t think about it too hard. Practice makes perfect; despite my initial awkwardness, I wouldn’t trade this simple and elegant option for a wheel on this boat.
After the owner’s friend and I secured the boats, we made our way up the gangway smiling at the sheer ingenuity and level of thought in this able and easy little barge. He summed up the experience perfectly: “This is a very relaxing boat,” he said.
TROUT’s hull form is that of a traditional V-bottomed garvey—a small scow-shaped boat meant for any of a variety of tasks. TROUT’s principal job is to haul a load of gear at modest speed—and to remain stable while doing so.
The line of Kaholo stand-up paddleboards (SUPs) from Chesapeake Light Craft merge a trendy new sport with the world of build-it-yourself wooden boats. These kits are thoughtfully developed, and they yield a state-of-the-art wooden SUP. For those wishing to scratch-build, plans consisting of instructions and full-sized patterns are available as well.
In just a few years, the CLC boards have already evolved through several generations, refining their dimensions, strength, and ease of construction. The hulls are beamy and stable, with a flat run aft, reverse transoms, and a very pronounced V forward. The boards have an actual boaty-looking, wave-cutting bow. Two models are offered, at 12′ 6″ and 14′, to accommodate smaller and larger paddlers, respectively. The newer 12′ 6″ model was also developed to conform to class-racing rules.
As we all know, two boats in sight of each other automatically means a race, and SUPs are no exception. Classes and events have developed, as have different SUP tribes. The various denominations include surfing, open-water races, flat-water racing, whitewater paddling, and touring. There’s great potential for paddle-board expeditions, too: Two evidently unemployed 20-somethings paddled the East Coast from Key West to Portland, Maine, last year. Less ambitiously, I have added picnics and evening cocktail cruises to the list of SUP pursuits, deftly strapping a cooler to the aft deck.
Yes, stand-up paddleboards have spread across the water sports world like the flu in a college dorm. I can judge by the fact that there are now paddleboard yoga classes in Burlington, Vermont, that the boards and their believers are ubiquitous. I’m in my second season of joyfully paddling my board, so I understand their popularity, but I admit that once I agreed to write this review I had to do a little web surfing to figure out their origins.
I first noticed SUPs a few years ago, when the big-wave surfer Laird Hamilton was having his 15 minutes of fame and appearing as an American Express “It” boy. Stand-up paddling was striking, looked cool, and was easy to imagine as a “no waves day” kind of cross-training way to get out on the water. Turns out that that is just about the complete story. Ancient SUP history cites beach-boy surf instructors in 1960s Hawaii resorting to canoe paddles and the era’s long surfboards to take pictures of the tourists taking surfing lessons; standing up to paddle kept their cameras out of the water.
Jeff Meyers
Chesapeake Light Craft estimates the build time of a Kaholo to be 60 hours. Numerous options are available for customization; the deck pattern seen here was accomplished by embedding Hawaiian shirt fabric under epoxy.
The contemporary SUP was developed in Hawaii a little over a decade ago, and has only recently spread to New England—and circled the globe in the other direction just as quickly. The jump to the East Coast from the West may well have been expedited by, if not at least coincided with, the teaming-up of California SUP guru Larry Froley with the boffins at Chesapeake Light Craft for the design of the Kaholos.
The appeal of the sport is rich and complex. First and foremost is simplicity: It’s just you, a board, and a paddle. Second is the easy learning curve. Turns out the instinct not to fall in the water is pretty primal. One of my kids and I recently spent a day watching beginners try out SUPs, and came to the conclusion that if you are the least bit active and have ever done anything requiring balance, like riding a bike, skiing, or even climbing stairs without clutching the handrails, you’ll be fine. I’ve been paddling frequently for two seasons and have yet to fall in. A third appeal is that paddling a SUP can be as physically demanding as you want, again much like cycling. One can indulge in a leisurely drift around the pond, or jump on for an all-out aerobic workout. You can pick locations and conditions to suit your mood and skills. The muscles involved relate most closely to Nordic skiing, in my experience. After a long paddle my calves and the balls of my feet are the first constituencies to report, then the next day I hear from my shoulders.
The fourth reason for the SUP craze is a board’s transportability. They are just about the easiest cartop load imaginable, and their minimal accessories leave the rest of the vehicle free for whatever your real reason for traveling. Thus it is easy to keep the board handy for spontaneous outings, or to plan a paddle at the end of the day on the way home. Mine lives on top of my truck for the summer. Finally, let’s acknowledge the surreal, giggling fun of standing up as you essentially walk on water. It is hard to describe, but is a very commonly expressed feeling among SUPaddlers. The water, the scenery, the bottom of the ocean, even wildlife are all crazy different and better from a stand-up perspective.
The structure of the boards will seem familiar to anyone who has seen or built a plywood kit kayak. The hull and deck are 3mm okoume plywood, stitched around a complex but ultralight grid of transverse web frames and longitudinal stringers. The underside of the deck is sheathed with fiberglass cloth before assembly, then the completed hull and deck exterior are sheathed in 4-oz ’glass as well. Epoxy is used both as the construction adhesive and for sheathing. Dual skegs are required for reasonable tracking, and they are provided with the kits, already shaped and epoxy armored. An interesting quirk of the Kaholo’s light construction is the necessary fitting of a vent or breathing tube in the finished boat, allowing the completely sealed hull to equalize air pressure when the air inside it expands. Along with the vent fittings, carrying handles and nonskid deck pads are included in the kits. Indeed, a Kaholo kit comes complete with all materials needed, less paint, varnish, and paddle. The most important thing in the kit is the excellent instruction manual, which leads you step by step with clear, concise explanations and key photos demonstrating the techniques and standards.
The completed boards are light (officially 29 lbs and 32 lbs) and very stiff. They are structurally strong and durable, but they must be treated as wooden boats—which is to say, with some care. Losing one in the surf on a rocky shore won’t end well, nor will parking-lot falls or unruly jumping about. Skegs stick out, and as they teach you at boot camp, things that stick out get broken. The best practices for long Kaholo life are to remember to strap them down and to mount and dismount in a foot of water. In my learning to paddle and adventures to date, the only indignities my Kaholo has suffered are a few paint chips and scratches.
While on the topic of best practices, let me offer a few of “novice beware” warnings: Paddling into a wind of any strength while standing is next to impossible. Kneel or even lie down as necessary. Second, keep in mind that cold water is dangerous and dress appropriately. Paddle where you can walk home until you are confident. Make adult decisions about PFDs (the Coast Guard considers you a vessel), and contemplate an ankle leash, as your board may well drift faster than you can swim.
Jeff Meyers
Author-builder Geoff Kerr explores the thin waters on the edges of Vermont’s Lake Champlain on a 14’ Kaholo stand-up paddleboard. The board is available as a kit from Chesapeake Light Craft in Annapolis, Maryland, and plans are available for scratch-builders.
Prices for the kits make the Kaholos competitive with manufactured boards as long as you only pay yourself $1.89 per hour to build it. The performance of the finished product makes them a bargain, as of course does the personal satisfaction of building it. Perhaps the most fun is the joy of customizing the finish of your SUP. The newly popular practice of applying decorative fabric under the deck glass makes every home builder an airbrush artist without the health and social risks of smoking all that inspiration. The project s officially thought to take about 60 hours. The company’s estimates are a good-faith effort to represent the time required, and are especially valuable relative to their other boat kits. While I agree with this estimate, suffice it to say that results may vary. Nevertheless, the Kaholos are the easiest kit in the CLC quiver, and very simple to build. For some context, students can complete Kaholo kits in a one-week class with no strain or panic, driving home on Saturday with a board that is ready to sand and paint. Tool requirements are minimal, limited to a few simple hand tools plus some spring clamps, a drill, a block plane, and a sander. Shop requirements are also easy. Some floor space (maybe 5′ × 18′ ) and a pair of sawhorses will do nicely. I banged my first Kaholo together in a corner of my shop over the Christmas holidays one year, a few hours a day here and there between family visits. A project like this lends itself well to a routine of an hour or two after work each day ’til you are done.
A Kaholo is a great introductory boatbuilding experience, the sport is a “good for you” hoot, and it may well be the one boat on your beach that everyone in your family can use. That’s a hard-to beat-proposition. Try not to giggle too loudly.
A series detailing the construction of the Kaholo begins in the November/December 2012 issue of WoodenBoat magazine (No. 229). Order Kaholo plans and kits from Chesapeake Light Craft.
CLC offers two models of Kaholo: a 12’6” board and a 14-footer. The smaller board is intended for smaller padders; the larger one for larger paddlers or for those wishing to carry a companion or a cooler. The smaller board qualifies for several racing classes, while the 14-footer is meant for touring. Kaholo 14 Particulars: LOA 14′, Thickness 4 5/8″, Beam 29 1/2″, Waterline beam 27 1/2″, Weight 32 lbs. Kaholo 12-6 Particulars: LOA 12’6″, Thickness 4 1/2″, Beam 29 3/4″, Waterline beam 28″, Weight 29 lbs
The beauty of the plastics and composites that are mainstays of modern kayak construction is that they can be molded into almost any shape imaginable, but that doesn’t assure that kayaks made from them are beautiful. Plywood is nowhere near as versatile; it can’t be shaped into a compound curve or bent around a tight radius. But just as poetry is beautiful because of and not in spite of the limitations imposed by meter and rhyme, a plywood kayak like Pygmy’s Murrelet may well owe its beauty to what plywood can’t do. The four strakes of the hull are lined off in simple but sweet curves, and the chines between them underscore the sweep of a well-defined sheerline. The small panels that provide the transition between the deck and the cockpit coaming are like gem facets. They would have been lost had the kayak been modeled for plastic or ’glass with complex curves blended one into another. The Murrelet is a boat that I won’t soon tire of looking at.
The Murrelet that I describe here is one of several versions available from Pygmy Boats in Port Townsend, Washington. You can choose a hull with a gently curved keel line for strong tracking characteristics or with a bit more rocker for greater maneuverability. There are four options for decks, each with a different balance between capacity for cargo and clearance for rolling. A choice of two cockpit-opening configurations will accommodate paddlers of different sizes. The version here is the Murrelet 2PD (two-panel deck) with the rockered hull and the longer cockpit.
The stitch-and-glue construction used for the Murrelet is straightforward and very well suited to amateur builders, even those first-timers who’ll find themselves gathering skills and tools. The building begins with joining the kit pieces that compose each full-length plank. Butt joints do the trick here and are much less fussy to work with than scarf joints. I’ve cut a lot of scarfs in the three decades I’ve been building boats, and I’m rather proud of those that I’ve done well. They can be nearly invisible under varnish, and I’m sure the countless hours of running a hand plane down stair-stepped plank sections has made me a stronger paddler. Butt joints sandwiched between fiberglass and epoxy, however, save a lot of time in the making, and they are more than strong enough. Copper wire temporarily joins the planks and deck panels together. Epoxy and fiberglass form the permanent bonds.
The Murrelet kit includes foot braces, thigh braces, hip pads, and a back brace that are all adjustable, so it is easy to get a good custom fit in the cockpit. There are two options for seating: a self-inflating foam pad and a molded closed-cell foam seat. I prefer the molded seat because it gives me a more positive connection to the kayak. For those planning to make long passages in the Murrelet, I’d recommend sculpting a custom-fit seat from a 3″-thick block of closed-cell foam. The deeper contours will relieve pressure on your “sit bones,” and making the seat’s forward edge high can support the weight of your legs. That will relieve some of the isometric tension that’s otherwise required to keep your legs locked in the thigh braces.
The Murrelet has two bulkheaded compartments for coastal-cruising gear stowage. The hatches have foam gaskets to keep the water out and three straps with anodized aluminum tensioning levers for a tight fit. The early versions of these levers used by many kayak manufacturers were prone to releasing accidentally. An errant paddle stroke or a paddler climbing back aboard after a capsize could trip the slider that secures the lever. Pygmy solved the problem by shaping the lever to keep the slider from slipping off. The Murrelet’s hatch covers will stay put and tightly sealed.
Photographs by the author
The adjustable backrest and thigh rests, together with options for the seat, make the Murrelet easily custom-fitted to the user.
Blocking under the stowage compartment bands puts pressure on the edge gaskets to help keep water out.
A finished Murrelet should weigh about 36 lbs. That’s roughly 20 lbs less than a composite or plastic kayak of similar size, so the Murrelet is much easier to lift onto your vehicle’s roof rack. The balance point of the Murrelet happens to fall right at the thigh-brace flanges, so the common way of carrying a kayak—slinging the coaming over one shoulder—is rather uncomfortable. But there’s a better way to carry a kayak. Face the stern and flip the kayak upside down as you lift it over your head. The Murrelet’s coaming will rest on both shoulders, evenly balanced over your spine, and you’re ready for a short haul from your car to the beach and even a long portage between lakes.
Afloat, the Murrelet has very good stability. On one of my outings, I’d been surfing some modest wind waves where they steepened over a sandy shoal. I saw a freighter traveling upwind in the shipping lanes and waited for its wake to hit the shoals. When the wake and waves collided, the crests shot straight up 5′ or 6′ and exploded into spray all around me. Even buried in whitewater, the Murrelet kept its footing with very little help from me.
The secure fit I had in the cockpit allowed me to edge with confidence and get the Murrelet to carve through turns with ease. I should mention that having a rudder on a kayak does more to help you go straight than to turn. Setting the kayak on edge by lifting the knee on the inside of the turn brings the ends of the hull closer to the surface so they can more easily move sideways as they must when you turn. A rudder, even when angled for a turn, keeps the stern from swinging laterally and the kayak can’t respond well to the steering strokes you make with the paddle. It’s when you’re paddling across the wind that a rudder earns its keep. The stern, traveling through water “softened up” by the passage of the hull, will yield more than the bow to the lateral force of wind on the beam; the boat therefore veers into the wind. A rudder or a skeg can prevent this weather-cocking by keeping the stern from slipping downwind. There are, however, a few kayaks that can keep a steady course across the wind without requiring additional lateral resistance at the stern. They are exceptional (and to my mind, somewhat mysterious) combinations of hull design, windage, and trim. The Murrelet, in the conditions I paddled, was among them.
On a downwind heading, the Murrelet surfed well in following seas. As long as I got the bow properly squared up to the wave faces, the Murrelet accelerated easily to catch some good rides. On several waves, it cut through the water so cleanly when it was at speed that it suddenly went silent. I expect a lot of drama when a kayak is moving at flank speed, but the Murrelet threw no spray and uttered not a peep.
The author chose this Murrelet 2PD, which has a slightly rockered hull to improve maneuverability, together with the long-cockpit option, and found it fast, steady, responsive—and lovely to look at.
To gauge the Murrelet’s speed on still water, I ducked into a marina and fired up my GPS. It showed I could maintain 41⁄2 knots at a relaxed pace, 51⁄2 knots at a workout pace, and could do 6 knots in a short sprint. That efficiency under power should keep you from falling behind your paddling partners.
The Murrelet was designed for rolling up easily after a cap-size. If you haven’t learned to roll a kayak, you should—and not just for the margin of safety the skill offers, but also because with a boat like the Murrelet you’re missing out on the fun. The low after deck makes roll-ing a breeze. The aft end of the coaming sits a mere 71⁄2″ above the bottom, and I could lean back and lie flat on the after deck. Bringing the weight of your head and torso so close to the kayak substantially reduces the effort you have to put into rolling. Rolling using only my hands isn’t a skill I practice regularly, but I hit my first attempt at it in the Murrelet. After that, it was no surprise that many of the roll techniques I can perform in skin-on-frame Greenland kayaks I’ve built specifically for rolling translated well to the Murrelet. You could have a lot of fun in the Murrelet without ever paddling away from your launch site.
The Murrelet is a kayak that you could easily manage as a novice paddler and yet never outgrow. As your skills improve to include longer passages, rougher water, and rolling for self-rescue and for fun, the Murrelet will not come up short. And when you’re not paddling it—if you have a living room wall long enough—you’d have good reason to put it on display. It’s a work of art.
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Update: Pygmy Boats is no longer in business and kits for the Murrelet are not available. This review is presented as archival material.
The Murrelet, a plywood-epoxy kayak kit designed by John Lockwood of Pygmy Boats in Port Townsend, Washington, uses multi-chined construction, emulating round-bottomed handling characteristics and enhancing the lovely lines of the hull. Murrelet Particulars: LOA 17′, Beam 22″, Depth 12″, Weight 36 lbs
FILO is a winsome gaff-rigged sailing dinghy reminiscent of catboats first seen along the New England coast in the 1840s. At 11′ LOA, with a 5’0″ beam and 8″ draft (daggerboard up), this beamy daysailer—designed for protected waters—combines characteristics of a Cape Cod cat with elegant features of the classic Whitehall. She is charming and graceful under sail.
FILO’s saga began when her owner, Tom Darnton, replaced his old, leaky waders with a new pair, seeking comfort during the annual spring ritual to install the dock at the family cottage on Lake Charlevoix in northwestern (lower) Michigan. Snug against the elements, he stood hip deep in frigid water, as a zephyr skimmed the surface under azure skies—a beautiful day to sail. Gazing across Oyster Bay, he imagined himself tacking a small wooden daysailer with traditional lines, a boat that he could put on a cart, roll to the water’s edge, launch, and sail alone.
After considering various designs, Darnton was smitten with designer Charles Wittholz’s 11′ catboat dinghy, with its round bottom, nearly wineglass transom, sweeping sheer, gaff rig, eye-catching details, and versatility under sail, or, unrigged, under oars or outfitted with a small out-board engine. Relatively large for a dinghy, with fine lines despite a broad beam, she is a throwback to a simpler time in America. She is ideal for Lake Charlevoix, with its rich maritime heritage. Over a century earlier, the lake teemed with wooden schooners and steamers carrying passengers and freight along the shore.
Darnton commissioned the Great Lakes Boat Building School (GLBBS) in Cedarville, Michigan, to build FILO (meaning first in, last out). Wittholz had drawn his well-detailed plans with an eye toward the home-based builder, starting with a cold-molded hull, which has no frames, thus eliminating steam-bending. The first layer is 1⁄4″ western red cedar running fore-and-aft. That layer is covered with two diagonal layers (set at 90 degrees to each other) in 1⁄16″ African mahogany. This monocoque hull requires only minimal maintenance and weighs less than a comparable one built in either solid wood or fiberglass. FILO features a constellation of woods, including white oak for her keel, tiller, and its extension, sapele for her inwales and rubrails, Douglas-fir for the rudder, and Douglas-fir marine plywood for the stem. Okoume marine plywood was used to build the foredeck, thwarts, daggerboard, and daggerboard trunk. Her spars are in Sitka spruce, and floorboards and oars are Alaska yellow cedar.
George D. Jepson
Whether sailing in a stiff breeze or light airs, the robust little cat is lively on a reach.
This project requires intermediate to advanced skills; even Patrick Mahon, lead instructor at the GLBBS, found bringing together the wineglass transom and narrow skeg at the stern to be a bit of a brain-teaser. But once the hull was completed, he found building and installing the daggerboard and trunk, foredeck, thwarts, trim, and spars to be straightforward. The stem is composed of three laminated layers of 3⁄4″ Douglas-fir plywood. The foil-shaped daggerboard and barn-door rudder (made of okoume plywood) are sheathed in epoxy and fiberglass cloth. Wittholz only suggested lofting as an option, but those who have built the boat strongly recommended it to enhance interpretation of the plans and better grasp some of its more complex details.
The dinghy’s plans offer various options for builders and owners. Darnton chose a daggerboard—Wittholz’s original specification—over a centerboard in order to conserve cockpit space. The designer added a pivoting centerboard option in his plans for those who prefer that alternative. Darnton ordered a second tiller with an extension for singlehanding FILO. The gaff rig was chosen over the optional marconi rig for its appearance from bygone days. Finally, the sternsheets stretch forward to the ’midship thwart, a deviation from Wittholz’s plan, which offers a bit more seating for the helmsman.
FILO is finished with a traditional livery; the top-sides and cockpit are painted white, while the bottom from the waterline down is sea-mist green. The stern-sheets and thwarts are buff colored. Standard marine enamels were used, allowing Darnton to do touch-ups in his garage. Rubrails, thwarts, foredeck, and spars are finished bright, clear-coated with epoxy and varnish. The floorboards are unfinished. The dinghy was fitted out with off-the-shelf stainless-steel hardware, with the exception of the stem fitting that secures the forestay, which was custom fabricated in stainless steel.
FILO’s custom, full-battened white Dacron mainsail was cut and sewn at Sperry Sails in Marion, Massachusetts. This is a slight departure from Wittholz’s traditional design, which did not include battens. Darnton chose the Sperry sail based on an article he read in WoodenBoat about the gaff-rigged daysailer-weekender WAVE, designed by Nat Benjamin (see WB No. 214). Full battens facilitate balanced load distribution and shape the sail, while a single reefpoint allows shortening it in a blow.
Raising or breaking down FILO’s rig takes only a few minutes. The sail is laced to the boom, gaff, and mast, and is raised and lowered with a halyard. The mast, which passes through the foredeck and is stepped on the keel, is supported with a 1⁄8″ stainless wire forestay. Darnton leaves the rig in place and keeps the boat on a mooring in front of the cottage, when the family is in residence. A custom canvas boom tent keeps the sail and cockpit dry.
The versatile 11′ dinghy is an ideal cottage craft that can be sailed or rowed from the beach or a mooring. She is also well suited as a tender for a power yacht or deepwater sailboat. She will tow easily behind a larger boat in relatively calm conditions but may bounce around quite a bit in a chop. Wittholz originally conceived the dinghy as a tender for a power or sailing yacht, hanging from davits when not in use.
Weighing just 150 lbs, FILO can be easily towed on a small trailer and launched from a ramp or stored on shore and floated off a hand-pulled dolly. Two or three people can also carry her to the water’s edge. She is ideally suited for waterfront cottage life or for trailering to favorite destinations.
Under a slate sky, a stiff northerly breeze is blowing down Oyster Bay. It’s mid-June, but this is northern Michigan, where the weather can bring a chill beneath storm clouds, followed within hours by cerulean skies and warm sunshine. The wind is whipping near 15 mph, with higher gusts, creating a chop on the bay. This is the type of weather that will put FILO through her paces.
Darnton dry-sails FILO off a dolly parked on the shingle at the base of a cedar-covered hill below the cottage. Already rigged, she is ready to sail within minutes once he removes the cover and rolls the dolly through shallow water to a mooring buoy. Darnton releases the painter as he raises the sail. She catches the breeze heeling as she cuts across to the opposite shore on a reach. Occasional puffs put her rail in the water, exposing her green undersides.
George D. Jepson
Though traditional in appearance, FILO’s cold-molded hull makes her easy to trailer and very easy to maintain.
FILO’s fine entry slices neatly through the waves. She makes broad turns while tacking and likes to go to windward. Sailing singlehanded, the helmsman’s optimal position is just abaft the ’midship thwart to achieve fore-and-aft trim. Sitting too far forward results in the bow pushing water, rather than sailing through it.
Although she has a relatively high free-board and is reasonably stable for a sailing dinghy, FILO is probably not a boat for absolute novices; she will not tolerate a lot of shenanigans under sail. An unexpected knockdown or pushing the envelope in a robust breeze can capsize her. Her intended capacity is four passengers, but I recommend two for comfortable sailing. She is a delight to sail and has little weather helm.
By early evening, the skies are blue as the sun dips toward the horizon over nearby Lake Michigan. A light sea breeze propels us back and forth on the bay, as we take turns at the helm. The only sound is the peaceful gurgle of water against the hull. This comely cat will make her mark for years to come on Lake Charlevoix, crisscrossing the wakes of ghosts from another era, when canvas sails puffed full and steamers’ stacks trailed ribbons of smoke.
While borrowing her narrow entry, raised transom, and sweeping sheer from the classic Whitehall, the Wittholz dinghy remains a true catboat with her broad beam, tum-blehome stem, and barn-door rudder. FILO’s owner chose the gaff rig to complete the catboat look.
Wittholz Dinghy Particulars: LOA 11′, Beam 5′, Draft (cb up) 8″, Draft (cb down) 2’11”, Weight 150 lbs, Sail area 80 sq ft
The Thames skiff is a lightweight, narrow, lap-strake rowing boat native to England’s River Thames. While it dates to the 10th century, and emerged first as a ferry boat, ship’s tender, and fishing craft, it became popular in Victorian times for racing and leisure. The boats ranged from about 18′ to 30′.
I live in the north of Scotland, about as far from the River Thames as it is possible to get while remaining in the U.K. So it may seem odd to think of building a Thames skiff up here. It all started when my wife and I rented a holiday cottage on the Thames and had the good fortune to visit the boatbuilders Henwood & Dean at Henley. There I was inspired by a magnificent small skiff (18′ 3″ long) recently completed and immaculately varnished, with its gold-leaf cove lines and woven cane armchair aft. I thought it would make an excellent project because it is lightweight and lends itself to ornamentation, which would provide good occupational therapy for one of advancing age and diminishing physical ability. My wife was enthusiastic too, imagining some rather more ladylike boating than that to which she had been subjected hitherto.
I took as many photographs and measurements of the boat as possible, but did not have time to take the lines, even if I had known how to do so. Fortunately, boat designer Iain Oughtred has plans in his catalog for a 19′ Thames skiff for glued-plywood construction, and I decided to build that boat—with some departures from Iain’s specifications. I used the mold shapes detailed on Iain’s plans, but chose traditional, solid-wood construction rather than plywood. And I changed the interior to my own tastes.
The Thames skiff has six planks per side, topped by a seventh, the “saxboard,” which is twice as thick as the normal planking and constitutes both the sheerstrake and the gunwale. I built my boat upside down to make it easier to fit the first few planks; I then turned the whole thing over in order to be able to do a neat job of fitting and fastening the saxboard.
The Thames skiff’s principal backbone member is formed from two pieces: the on-edge keel timber and the on-the-flat hog, or keel batten, which sits above the keel, forming a T. I chose close-grained Douglas-fir for the keel. Slender oak knees at each end of the back-bone support the stem and transom. All of the back-bone joints were glued and screwed.
KINGFISHER’s frames are 3/8″ thick, except in way of the oarlocks, where they are 1/2″. All are joggled to fit the planking. In some original Thames skiffs, the frames taper inboard in order to save weight.
I planked my boat in 5/16″ Brazilian cedar. Because the first two planks have a pronounced twist, I steamed their ends using a wallpaper stripper attached to a sleeve made from sheet plastic. This device could be passed over each plank end to allow steaming where needed, while the rest of the plank was temporarily clamped in position. The half-inch plank laps were fastened using 14-gauge copper nails and 3 /8″ roves. Because of the awkwardness of working inside the overturned boat, only intermittent nails were riveted to “spot-weld” the plank into position, and the rest were left until the boat was turned upright.
With six planks on, it was time to turn the boat over to start work on the saxboards. This turned out to be a time-consuming performance involving the removal of the molds from the strongback and, once the boat was turned over, replacing them inside the boat, realigning them, and then bracing them from an overhead beam.
The saxboards are 5 /8″ thick and have a 5 /16″ × 5 /8″ rabbet cut in the inside lower edge to fit over the top of the sixth plank so that it is flush inboard. An ogee molding routed along the lower edges of both sides of that board delineates an area of gold-leaf decoration. Given the boat’s low freeboard, the upper edge of the saxboard is raised in way of the thole arrangement to elevate the oarlocks. (For simplicity I elected to use bronze oarlocks rather than the more traditional square-sectioned tholepins.) It took quite a lot of adjustment to get the upper edge of the sixth plank to fit neatly into the saxboard rabbet the full length of the boat, but with this done and the fastenings in, I could finally remove the molds and begin the fitting out.
The majority of historical Thames skiffs were planked in mahogany. Colin Galloway chose Brazilian cedar for his boat, because he found a stash of it of suitable length and quantity. This lightweight, pale brown wood is fairly soft and rot resistant. “It is nice to work but produces an irritating peppery dust,” reports the builder.
The floor timbers span the lower three planks except at the very ends, where they are shorter. They are fastened to the hog with a central nail and normally have limber holes only at the garboard; however, I put limber holes at each plank lap, as well, to make it easier to fit the floor timbers. Furthermore, the additional holes, which allow water to pass freely through the floors, seemed a sensible addition after an experienced builder told me that one of the first things to rot in the older boats is the floors.
I set the cedar thwarts on cleats fastened to the planking and strengthened them with oak knees. Then I added quarter knees and the breasthook, followed by the framework to support the adjustable footrest for the oarsman. I made floorboards from cedar and Douglas-fir.
One of the most recognizable features of the Thames skiff is the comfortable armchair aft. These chairs sometimes have a solid wooden back with ornate wrought-iron arms, but I thought I would have a go at the woven-cane type, which looks a bit better to my eye. Brass fittings allow the seat to be assembled and taken down quickly. Two studs (brass screws with the heads sawn off) protrude from either end of the back and pass into holes on the inner sides of the arms. The arms are then held closely onto the back by hooks and eyes. The seat assembly’s only attachment to the boat is by a hasp-and-eye arrangement at the forward ends of the arms.
The final touch was a fine red velvet cushion with buttons and gold braid, made by my wife.
Builder Colin Galloway, with KINGFISHER.
I launched my Thames skiff, KINGFISHER, after two-and-a-half years of construction, on a fine June daPortsoy, Scotland. She was christened with the aid of a small quaich (a highland drinking vessel) of whisky shared with family and friends. She is not a sea boat, but it was a calm day and we all enjoyed a great outing using borrowed oars—oarmaking being a job I’d saved for the following winter.
I asked several oar and skiff builders what length of oar would be best for a skiff with a beam of 3′ 9″, but each had their own special formula, with lengths ranging from 7′ 6″ to 8′ 6″. So I decided to make the oars 8′ 6″ and allow for shortening in the light of experience. I chose Sitka spruce, and gave them hollow looms.
These 8′ 6″ oars proved to be unwieldy and did not allow enough leverage inboard. So I removed 6″ and adopted the practice of overlapping the handles during the recovery phase, and they were just right for someone with my relatively modest muscle power.
KINGFISHER uses square-sectioned oarlocks, rather than the more traditional tholepin arrangement.
In the summer of 2011, we had some exhilarating recreational rowing, mainly on Loch Ness. Most commonly there has been just one passenger, but the boat is perfectly comfortable with four aboard. She has proved to be quite fast and to carry her way well, especially in smooth water, but I would guess less so than the more usual longer (about 21′ ) and less beamy single skiff. Having a long keel with very little rocker, she is slow to turn using oars alone, but is remarkably responsive to the transom-hung rudder. I would estimate the turning circle to be around 50′. Choppy water significantly affects her performance—but, then, she is a river boat.
This Thames skiff has provided a great deal of enjoyment both in the building and the rowing, and can be thoroughly recommended as a project for anyone who wishes to have some fast and comfortable rowing in sheltered inland waters.
Colin Galloway built KINGFISHER to Oughtred’s Badger design, shown here, but included only one rowing station. Badger’s plans are an enlargement of the 16’ Mole; the lines plan is common to both, but the station spacing is revised for the longer boat. Thames Skiff Particulars: LOA 19′, Beam 44 1/2″, Draft 15″, Weight 150 lbs
August is blackberry season here in the Pacific Northwest, and in Seattle the best picking is at the water’s edge where the brambles are accessible only by boat and almost always untouched. Picking blackberries with my daughter, Alison, is a tradition that has a long history. In mid-August of 1993, the day after she was born, we took her out in the gunning dory to pick berries on the brambled shores of Seattle’s Lake Union. This past August, when she flew up from San Francisco for her birthday, she and I planned to go boating together.
The gunning dory she’d been aboard as a newborn has been idle and without a trailer, so I pulled the Whitehall out of the garage. The best berry picking would not be on Lake Union but on the Sammamish Slough where the banks 1-1/2 miles upstream from the launch ramp were thick with brambles. Our time was limited, and rowing would take too long, so I did something I’d never imagined I’d do: I put an outboard motor on the Whitehall.
In 1978, when I started building boats, and in the years that followed, my interest was only in boats that I could paddle, row, or sail. I began a series of lengthy small-boat cruises in 1980 and took inordinate pride in the thousands of miles I covered under my own steam or by sail. Outboards then were oil-burning two-strokes and I took offense at the noise they made and the rank, blue cloud they trailed. In 1983, as I was putting the last coat of varnish on the Whitehall, if I had foreseen that I would one day willingly clamp an outboard on its beautiful mahogany transom, I could only have imagined that when I reached my late 60s I’d be well over the hill and descending into madness.
Alison Cunningham
A pair of gaffer-tape-covered plywood pads, one on each side of the transom, protected it from the outboard’s mounting bracket and clamp screws, but the Whitehall wasn’t content with 40 lbs hanging on its stern. With my homemade tiller extension, meant for another boat, I couldn’t get my weight far enough forward to put the bow down where it belonged.
Ali and I launched the Whitehall at the ramp near the mouth of the Sammamish Slough. I clamped my 2.5-hp Yamaha, a four-stroke, on the transom and we motored upstream. Even at less than half throttle, the Whitehall made good speed, much better than we could ever muster by rowing, but the hull didn’t take well to it. The full middle and the tucked-up stern heaved up a very lumpy wave train.
We made good time along the slough even with the motor at about 1/3 throttle. The transom is well braced with knees, but I didn’t want to strain the boat by applying full power.
We were soon through the gentle meanders where the slough is hemmed in by houses and lawns, docks and boats, and arrived at the bramble-lined stretch that runs straight for a ¼ mile through a city park. I nosed the bow into the south-facing bank where the blackberries are the ripest.
This stretch of the slough was once surrounded by a golf course; it’s now a public park. The brambles occupy the banks on both sides and there are plenty of blackberries.
The blackberries grow right down to the water’s edge. When I kayak the slough, I stop occasionally to pick berries for a little boost of energy. It can be tricky picking from the kayak: the brambles push the kayak away while I push in with the paddle in one hand and pick with the other, usually getting my sleeve snagged on the thorns.
Ali picked this section of the brambles and collected about two cups of blackberries without losing her balance or getting snagged by thorns.
A pint of berries takes only a couple of minutes to pick and less time to eat. In a typical outing we usually pick enough blackberries for two or three pies.
With the midday sun shining on the brambles, every gem-like bead making up each blackberry reflected a bright white pinpoint of light. The ripe berries parted from their stems at a touch while the ripest dropped when the cane they hung from was jostled. Eaten straightaway, the berries we gathered were sweet, soft, and warm. Ali picked until the tips of her fingers turned mimeograph purple. After we had eaten our fill, I paddled the Whitehall away from the brambles to midstream.
Artwork by Alison Cunningham
When a bit of a breeze stirred over the slough, I killed the motor and Ali raised the spinnaker. Although we didn’t sail for long, it was a moment more worthy of preserving than motoring was. I asked Ali to do this rendering of one of the photos I took. When she was very young, she, her brother, my sister, and I often had “drawing contests” and shared doodles and sketches of things we had challenged each other to draw. Ali had a knack for it and has had an interest in art for most of her life. Working with a computer, she has been doing portraits on commission for several years.
A breeze that had slipped between the banks and skimmed the river turned the water the color of blue-tempered steel. I had Ali raise the spinnaker, not because it would take us anywhere we needed to go, but to enjoy the Whitehall making speed as it was meant to, with only the sound of water curdling across the plank laps. When the air grew still and the spinnaker fell and draped itself around its mast, like a flag in an auditorium, Ali dropped the sailing rig and we motored back to the ramp.
We usually pick enough berries to bake pies—that was the purpose of the picking expedition on the day after she was born and for many of the outings we took as she grew up—but on this trip we came back empty-handed. The harvest that really mattered was the time spent with my daughter.
Taking Ali out boating while her age was still measured in hours rather than days and putting an outboard on a boat that was never meant to have one are both what I once would have considered madness, but it’s a pleasant madness, as sweet as sun-warmed blackberries picked in the middle of August.
I grew up spending my summers in Falmouth, Massachusetts, on Cape Cod. My family has a Joel White–designed Bridges Point 24 sloop; my dad loves to sail and passed his passion down to me. I have been taking sailing lessons since I was eight and I’m now working my fifth summer as a sailing instructor. So, when it came to doing a required “capstone” project for my senior year of high school, sailing was at the forefront of my thinking. I spent months trying to create a project weaving my love for the water with the school assignment. Most students do research and write up a report or try to learn a new skill for their project, but I wanted to do something big.
When I talked to my dad about building a boat, he got super-excited and immediately went to a bookshelf, pulling out Eric Dow’s How to Build the Shellback Dinghy. From that point on, I was determined to build a boat and have it on the water by the end of my senior year.
All photos by Delaney Brown
The Shellback is well behaved under oars. Neither the plans nor the book Building the Shellback Dinghy indicate a brace for the rower’s feet at the ’midship rowing station, but the addition of one would allow for a more powerful pull.
The Shellback is a 11′2″ sailing and rowing dinghy designed by Joel White. The kit I purchased from The WoodenBoat Store came with six sheets of plans, the lumber and precut plywood required to build the boat, all the hardware it would need, the ’midship frame, and the strongback. The plans include lines and offsets and full-sized templates for the three molds, laminated ’midship frame, inner stem, and transom. For a builder working from plans, measured drawings are provided for the 1/4″ plywood planks and the 1/2″ plywood bottom; lofting and spiling aren’t required. Going into this project I had very little woodworking experience and no boatbuilding experience, but I was lucky to have the guidance in Dow’s book as well as the advice of several people in town who had built Shellbacks.
The bottom is obstructed only by the mast step, the daggerboard trunk, and a single laminated frame, leaving the rest of the area clear for the boat’s occupants.
Included in the kit for the sailing Shellback are the blanks for the daggerboard, rudder, and spars. The wooden CNC-cut strongback was easy to assemble and fit together precisely; I made some wooden sawhorses to set it on. Building from the kit went quite smoothly though some steps, while beveling the planks took me a lot of time. Dow’s book was an invaluable resource when I needed additional information on some of the more complex elements of the construction, like cutting the gains at the ends of the planks with a rabbet plane. The actual shaping of the rudder and daggerboard plus making a spar gauge and shaping of the spars are left up to the builder.
The plans call for a straight leech on the 56-sq-ft lugsail. The battens on this Shellback’s sail allow for some roach in the leech and a little more sail area.
I built the dinghy in my family’s two-car garage. Dow’s book includes a list of tools needed for the job—all are common hand tools plus an electric drill. There is a list of “optional tools that will make the job go more quickly.” While the bandsaw and power planer would indeed speed the work, I preferred using hand tools for tasks such as shaping the spars because they are much more forgiving and gave me more control.
The precut sections of the bottom and planks need to have scarfs cut before being joined with epoxy. Set on the strongback and temporarily held with drywall screws, the edges of the bottom get beveled to meet the garboard, then epoxied, using drywall screws at the laps; the middle planks and sheer planks follow in the same manner. I followed the plans carefully when lining up the planks. The molds came with indexing points on them to help with the process.
When the hull was finished, I coated it with epoxy. I knew that I would be launching this boat from the beach, so I ’glassed the bottom to protect it from all the wear of beaching. These steps are not indicated in the plans or the kit, but I wanted the added layers of protection.
The kit comes with long strips of wood for the outwales, inwales, and blocking for the inwales. Assembling the gunwale parts was just one step where it was extremely helpful to have the book How to Build the Shellback Dinghy, as its illustrations, tips, and tricks made the process a lot easier. The outwales go on first to give the hull some rigidity. This step was easier with two people and about 15 clamps to hold each outwale to the hull. They bend easily enough and do not need to be steamed. Silicon-bronze screws and epoxy hold everything in place.
The thwarts were surprisingly hard to get right and the step I had the most trouble with. I used a compass and a bevel to try and get them to sit flush with the hull. I went through about three sets of seats before I had made ones that fit right. I recommend cutting and fitting some scrap wood to get a flush result before using the wood that comes in the kit. The rest of the inside of the hull is fairly easy to assemble. The daggerboard and rudder foils need to be shaped a little bit, and the daggerboard trunk is simple to build by paying close attention to the plans. Make sure to measure a lot when lining everything up. Dry-fit everything where it should go before permanently attaching anything.
I started the Shellback the summer after my junior year, worked most weekends, school breaks, and many evenings, and finished at the end of my senior year. The build process can be wonderful even for a novice woodworker like me. It’s not a simple process, but it is extremely rewarding.
One of the best features of the Shellback is how straightforward it is to transport and launch. My family has a full-sized pickup truck with a 6′ bed, so I don’t need a trailer. Since the dinghy weighs only around 100 lbs, two people can lift it into the truck bed before it is secured with straps for the drive down to the beach. The rig can be easily set up on the beach. I launch from a small beach where the wind is usually blowing straight onshore, so I row out into open water before raising the sail. If the wind were to come from a better angle, I would sail off the beach.
The Shellback is a joy to sail. I can settle down quite nicely just aft of the middle thwart with my feet braced against the leeward side. Sitting on the bottom of the boat, I have good visibility all around, even under the boom. Because the Shellback is so light, it takes almost no wind to get it moving. I feel like I’m gliding along the top of the water, and when the boat really gets going, I hear the sounds of the water rushing past the bottom of the hull—fantastic! The dinghy tracks very well and is responsive to any tiller movement. Sailing is best in about 12 to 15 knots of wind, although the boat can handle more than 15 and still feel under control. The sail has reefpoints, and shortening sail is as simple as re-tying the downhaul and outhaul to set up your reef. The Shellback is also surprisingly stable—you get a nice little heel, but because the boat is so light it’s easy to counterbalance without the need to hike out, especially when you have two people sailing.
Kneeling on the bottom provides good mobility for sailing.
The hull has reassuring stability so the sailor can confidently shift to leeward to heel the boat and let gravity give the sail a useful shape in light air
That lightness and speed do come with a slight cost—the boat does not carry a lot of momentum. That’s wonderful when you’re going back to a dock or beach because it’s easier to come to a stop, but it loses a lot of speed when tacking. The boat gains that speed back super-fast, but it’s something to take note of. I am 5′6″ so I find ducking under her boom when tacking or jibing quite easy. For me, even though the Shellback slows down on a tack, the light weight is worth it for the easy launching and super-fast acceleration.
The Shellback rows like a dream. It carries its way in a straight line and moves gracefully through the water. It can easily be rowed solo or with a passenger. Although the plans detail a sculling notch in the transom, I decided not to make one.
The Shellback sits in near proper trim even with a light rower in the bow and a bigger passenger sitting in the stern.
The rudder and daggerboard are designed to stow out of the way when the boat is being rowed. They sit side-by-side in the space created for them between the aft thwart and the transom.
The sculling notch in this Shellback’s transom comes in handy for tootling in confined waterways.
The Shellback is a wonderful design and a fantastic boat for a first-time builder. The plans are not overly complicated, and the kit comes with everything needed. For sailing, you need to be agile to maneuver around in a smaller boat, especially when sitting on the bottom. The Shellback dinghy is easy to build and transport, satisfying to row, and safe and lovely to sail—a fine example of a small sailing dinghy.
Ben Laster is a first-year student at Worcester Polytechnic Institute studying Robotics. He is an avid boatbuilder, sailing instructor, and fisherman on Cape Cod, Massachusetts.
Brooklin, Maine, boatbuilder and designer Doug Hylan is happy to acknowledge that a RIB (rigid inflatable boat) can be a maneuverable, soft-sided, towable, and stable platform for working and transporting people on the water but, for him, a RIB’s appeal ends there. It won’t motor well at slow speeds, can’t sail decently and, famously, rows so horribly that he considers it “an airtight excuse for not rowing.” Doug designed Oonagh “to combine some of the best qualities of inflatables with the advantages of a traditional dinghy and put it into a package that is a little less hostile to the planet.” This 11′8″ x 5′ glued-lapstrake pram is a small, stable utility boat that can row and sail well, and use a small motor without requiring a lot of power (not to mention noise and fuel).
The Oonagh has a look that inspires confidence, which struck me when I first saw it and was an important factor in my decision to have Hylan & Brown build one for me. I have built several boats and, although an Oonagh would have been a perfect project, I lost my shop space when my wife and I moved to a condo. For anyone with the space and time to spare, the boat can be built from plans or a kit. The construction of Oonagh is a doable project for a motivated first-time builder, and a delightful project for a boatbuilder of almost any skill level. The plan’s seven sheets include: lines plan, construction plan, building jig, full-sized patterns, plank layout, and sail plan. No lofting is required, and the frames to which the plywood is attached are easily cut from the full-sized patterns. Kits for the Oonagh are made up of CNC-cut plywood parts. Off Center Harbor, the source for plans and kits, also offers an 18-part series of instruction videos that are so detailed and carefully described that there should be few if any questions as construction on an Oonagh progresses.
Bill Boyd
The seating incorporates bulkheads and hatches to create ample storage space, eliminating clutter for the occupants.
Large seating areas in the bow and stern and two thwarts amidships have lots of enclosed storage space under them, accessed by hinged lids. These spaces are not airtight, so some might choose to include drybags or foam as flotation. The center thwart has a slot for the daggerboard, and the forward thwart accommodates the mast. My Oonagh has “firehose” gunwale guard around the coaming to protect nicely finished boats when coming alongside.
At 170 lbs or so, the Oonagh is not really cartoppable, but it can be easily slipped into a truck bed that is at least 60″ wide. I followed the designer’s recommendation and opted to trailer the boat. A light trailer that was intended for a jet ski proved an uncomplicated and easily maneuverable solution for me, and launching the boat with the trailer is an easy, singlehanded operation.
Bill Boyd
For a sailor seated in the bottom of the boat, the angled sides provide a comfortable backrest.
Designs for prams vary widely, but typically the bow is carried well above the water and therefore provides little stability. If you go forward in such a pram, your weight tends to make the boat roll and tip easily, and standing in the bow can be precarious. Oonagh is different. Its bow is relatively wide and low and, therefore, buoyant. The hull’s breadth runs aft to a 5′ wide maximum beam before it tapers slightly to a relatively broad stern. When I climbed aboard for the first time, the bow looked stable, so I boldly stepped down from a height of at least 2′, over the bow transom, and onto the forward deck. I noticed that the boatyard crew nearby grew quiet as I prepared to drop down, but there was no need to worry; the bow dipped slightly under my 200 lbs, but the boat supported me well when I landed. Stability, I found, is an important characteristic of Hylan’s pram, and he notes that an adult can step with some confidence on the gunwale while boarding another boat or climbing onto a dock.
Bill Boyd
The standing lug rig has a sail area of 68 sq ft.
The Oonagh is designed as a family boat, and there is enough space for a family if it’s just two kids and two adults, with the kids in the bow. I find it a little too cramped for four adults, although a sedate trip motoring up the river could be pleasant for four. Considering the boat’s stability, kids can be reasonably safe when they take the boat out to have fun on their own.
Under oars, the pram tracks very well and has considerable carry between strokes. It pushes through a moderate chop most satisfactorily and is just plain fun to row. I have found 7′ or 8′ oars are the best. There are two rowing stations; you can row from the forward station with a passenger seated in the stern, or solo from the aft station. “The same tucked-up transom that makes for decent rowing will preclude planing,” Doug notes, “so there is no point in putting anything more than 2 horsepower back there. In fact, 1 horsepower is as much as she can really use effectively. This begs the question—why not electric? Why not indeed! A small trolling motor will push her along nicely.” I have a 3-hp Torqeedo electric outboard for outings under power. The motor moves the boat fast enough—5 mph—at full power. I always carry oars as a back-up in case I exceed the battery’s range.
Bill Boyd
The pram bow gives the Oonagh more volume, buoyancy, and stability forward than a boat with a sharp bow without adding to its length.
The Oonagh has a standing lug rig, with a boom and yard, which makes the 68-sq-ft sail particularly efficient and easy to control. The spars are all short enough to fit inside the boat for storage and trailering. Sailing the Oonagh is satisfying; it performs like a well-designed 12′ or 13′ sailing dinghy. It tracks quite well and points decently into the wind. Because of the high initial stability, it will heel only slightly, but in a stiff wind the sail will have to be shortened or carefully attended to. In an emergency while sailing, the yard can be dropped quickly along with the sail. The boom is attached to the mast with a single boom jaw and is easily controlled, but the yard can fly away from the mast when halyard tension is released, as it will be when lowering the sail. There are several good ways to prevent this from happening and, overall, the rig is simple and safe; excellent for kids or those learning to sail. When rounding up and coming alongside a float or dock the daggerboard, which draws 22″, makes the maneuver simple and quick, almost like turning on a dime.
Benjamin Mendlowitz
The Oonagh carries its way well when rowed. The notch in the transom can accommodate a small outboard for those so inclined. The designer notes that a 1-hp gas outboard is plenty powerful enough for the displacement hull and that an electric motor would be a good choice.
I am a senior citizen, and in the Oonagh I have found a boat that can take care of me as much as I take care of it. Size is not an important factor for me; 11′-plus of length is plenty. Much more important is stability and the sense that, with care, I can stand or move about in the boat with confidence, and that once I find my spot while sailing or motoring, I can’t be easily thrown off balance or moved unexpectedly. It is a wonderful boat to come to terms with: if I sail the boat carefully, the boat will do me no harm. The Oonagh’s “nautical competence” enables me to feel totally comfortable while stretching out my legs while motoring slowly down the river or sailing in semi-protected waters. If I raise the board a bit, I can cruise among the grasses at the edge of the marsh, or I can reach for the oars to go to windward a bit before trimming the sail for the long reach home. I feel confident aboard the Oonagh. I noticed that right from the beginning, and the feeling is with me whenever I put it in the water.
The experience of owning an Oonagh for two years has not diminished my enthusiasm for the boat. I have owned a 19′ Caledonia Yawl, a 14′ catboat, and several double-paddle canoes and kayaks, and I consider myself to have a fairly good sense for performance, seaworthiness, and safety in a small boat. In those three categories I consider the Oonagh to be an excellent and remarkably capable boat.
Edgar “Bill” Boyd was attracted to boats the moment he moved near the Maine coast. He and his family summered for more than 50 years on an island in Eggemoggin Reach across from the WoodenBoat campus. He has built six boats including a Caledonia Yawl and a 22′ Ninigret, a John Atkin–designed bassboat. He and his wife now live in Yarmouth, Maine.
Oonagh Particulars
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Length/11′ 8″
Waterline length/9′
Beam/60″
Draft/5″ board up, 22″ board down
Weight/Approximately 170 lbs
Sail area/68 sq ft
Power/electric or gas up to 2 hp
Our plan was simple: on Friday, April 30, 2022, Delaney and I would embark from Brooklin to make a 26-mile circumnavigation of the southern end of Maine’s Blue Hill Peninsula by way of Blue Hill Bay, Blue Hill Falls, and the Salt Pond and Benjamin River with a half-mile haul between the two along what once was an old Wabanaki portage. We were hoping that if we worked hard, we’d be able to make it back to Brooklin in three days, camping along the way on Long Island in Blue Hill Bay and at the Reach Knolls campground at the mouth of the Benjamin River.
The trip was conceived only a week earlier as Delaney and I stood in my parents’ garage in Worcester, Vermont, and looked at the 17′ Chesapeake Light Craft Northeaster dory my father and I started building in 2014 in a one-week class at WoodenBoat School. He and I thought it would be a boat I could cut my teeth on for boatbuilding and rowing, but we had never finished it. Since the class it had been languishing in the garage for eight years. WHISTLER—as we named the dory for my propensity as a 13-year-old to whistle while building it—looked forlorn as I ran my hands over the dusty hull, but all it needed to be ready for the water was interior paint and varnish on the rail.
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Last year, while working at WoodenBoat School, I’d heard the stories visiting Grand Canyon river guides had told about running dories through rapids, and while WHISTLER is a different kind of dory, I imagined running the Blue Hill Falls tidal rapids at the entrance to Salt Pond. Delaney liked the idea of running the rapids and taking on the circumnavigation, and we decided to cartop the boat, take it with us back to Maine, and get it ready to launch.
We worked on the boat in the shop at WoodenBoat the following week, and by Friday morning the paint and varnish we’d applied had dried. If we were going to do the circumnavigation, we had to start that day, as that last weekend in April was the only time we’d have together for several months, and the tides were perfect. The only problem: the wind was blowing 20- to 35-knots from the north, the worst possible direction for our row from the launch ramp at WoodenBoat School. Still, we were determined, until a small-craft advisory finally convinced us that launching to take on a 12-mile row from Brooklin to Blue Hill Falls would have been not only ill-advised but also rather dangerous. The new plan was to launch on Saturday from the South Blue Hill boat ramp 1-1/2 miles south of the falls.
By 8:00 Saturday morning, Delaney and I were at the oars, bashing WHISTLER into steep swells. I was at the forward station, with Delaney at the aft thwart; we struggled against a 15- to 20-knot wind on Blue Hill Bay. The bow rose over a rolling 2′ wave and when the flat bottom slammed hard into the trough, I felt a painful pinch in my lower back as it compressed. A 20-knot gust brought us to a stop and tugged at my oars even though I had the blades feathered. Each stroke moved us forward only a few feet before WHISTLER butted against the next wave.
I could feel the burning in my forearms even though we had only made it ¼ mile under the steel-gray skies and whistling wind. “Need a break?” I shouted to Delaney. “Not a bad idea,” was the reply, and I turned us toward a patch of beach 50 yards to port with the promise of a calm resting spot drawing us in. We beached on a bed of baseball-sized rocks covered in dark green seaweed and dragged the boat out of the water so it wouldn’t get beaten by the knee-high swell breaking on the beach.
Photographs by Delaney Brown and Tom Conlogue
After backing WHISTLER onto the beach, we did a reconnaissance run to the bridge to scope out the falls. The north end of the Blue Hill Falls bridge is visible above the dory’s aft thwart.
We sat on a smooth, waist-high boulder, watching the whitecaps roll by for five minutes, and caught our breath before pushing back out into the grim, green-gray water, white streaks trailing from the wave crests. I took short tugs on the oars to get us moving as Delaney shoved off and boarded over the stern. My oar blades dragged through mats of tangled seaweed until we were two boat lengths from shore. Delaney settled on the aft thwart, slipped her oars out through the locks, and we fell back into our rhythm, working our way to windward at barely over 1 knot. We stayed 30′ from shore, away from the waves as they steepened and crested in the shallows but somewhat protected by the land. Spray flung by the diving bow pelted my back. The water was loud on the hood of my jacket, ran down my back, and pooled around my feet to slosh back and forth between frames.
Delaney’s port oar dug in suddenly, as a wave crest caught the blade and sent it diving for the bottom. The grip was almost wrenched out of her hand as it tried to push her off the thwart. The oar dragged the bow around to port and we were no longer pointing into the wind. As the dory veered toward shore, I quickly pulled hard on my port side to correct our course while Delaney freed her oar from the water. A few strokes later it happened again, on the starboard oar this time. “I’m going to count how many strokes I can get in a row without catching a crab!” she yelled and began counting aloud as we continued to row. With Delaney chanting her stroke count aloud, we laughed every time she had to restart and cheered when she reached a new high score of uninterrupted strokes. After we had rowed for a half hour, I looked over my right shoulder and saw the sandy-gray arches of the Blue Hill Falls bridge, and we made for a beach just south of the bridge.
Blue Hill Falls is a short stretch of reversing tidal rapids at the entrance to Salt Pond. Four times a day water pours through the 100′-wide gap beneath the bridge, creating standing waves as the tide floods into and ebbs out of the 3-1/2-mile-long pond. While the safest way through is to wait for slack water, we had decided to go through at the peak of the flood when the current would be strongest and the rising tide would significantly shorten the portage at Salt Pond’s far end.
After beaching the dory and taking a quick water break, we walked over to the bridge to see what we had gotten ourselves into. After clambering up the scree slope at the side of the road and walking to the middle of the bridge, we looked down over its Salt Pond side at the flood tide’s standing waves. My worries about getting capsized instantly evaporated. While the rapid was moving fast, it wasn’t nearly as turbulent as I had remembered. On the north side, the water ran smooth and black under the bridge before plunging into a train of 3′ standing waves, but on the south side there was a straight shot through with only the occasional riffle disturbing the surface.
“This isn’t going to be nearly as exciting as we thought, is it?” Delaney said. “What do you think, should we go straight down the middle?” I replied, “Yep, let’s hit the medium-sized waves.” That approach would avoid the extremes, either too rough or too smooth. We climbed back down the rocks at the end of the bridge and walked gingerly among the softball-sized rocks along the shingle beach to the boat. We pushed off under a sky overcast with low steel-wool-gray clouds and maneuvered stern-first into the current upstream from the bridge.
Delaney took her seat and braced her feet on the sternsheets, and we let the dory get carried under the bridge. As WHISTLER picked up speed, the water turned from gray to dark green as it piled up on the bridge’s concrete footings on either side of us and funneled us through. Pulling occasionally on the oars to keep the stern pointed in the right direction, I steered us in between the fast, clean water off the starboard beam and the tumbling standing waves off the port beam. Below the bridge, we gently rolled over a smooth crest, then rose up the far side and crashed down. Looking past Delaney’s shoulder I saw just a tongue of water lap over the transom, and then we were past the waves and into the pond.
Choosing to take the middle route down provided a smooth ride, although in hindsight the line on the north side of the rapid would have provided a sportier experience.
Just past the Blue Hill Falls bridge, visible at the far right, and onto the Salt Pond, Delaney provided directions and encouragement while I enjoyed the easy rowing, good view, and occasional warmth from the sun.
In its narrow entrance, the wind was calmer and with the sun coming out we needed to peel off some layers, so about 500′ beyond the bridge, we cut diagonally across the current and made our way to the beach. After we took off our spray jackets, we pushed back out and rowed across the upstream current of a back eddy where leafy seaweed on the bottom waved gently toward the bridge. When we reached the main current, it again carried us southwest. Delaney moved to the sternsheets to take a break and watch the scenery slide by as I rowed us down Salt Pond with the wind and current nudging us along at an effortless 4 knots.
A half mile farther along, we skirted a rounded granite boulder that splits a channel where the pond narrows from 1/5 mile to just 80 yards. A half mile farther we saw a field of buoys ahead, arranged neatly in long rows 20′ apart. At the first buoy, Delaney peered over the side into the water at the fuzz-covered ropes hanging straight down and disappearing in the olive-green murk. “Mussels?” she wondered out loud; I shrugged. She did a quick Google search on her phone, which revealed it was indeed a shellfish farm, growing oysters as well as mussels.
By noon we had made it to the head of the Salt Pond, where it turned into Meadow Brook, a channel 10′ wide with grassy banks on both sides. We had timed it perfectly, and arrived at high tide, but the brook was still too narrow for the oars. We climbed out and used the bow and stern lines to guide WHISTLER up the winding stream, our boots crunching softly over the dead grass on the bank.
Nosing up to Meadow Brook, the channel became shallower and we dragged the dory over submerged rocks while avoiding the visible ones. The guardrail of the Hales Hill Road bridge was within sight, beyond the large boulder in the distance.
The brook quickly became too narrow for rowing, so Delaney and I hopped out and lined the dory up the last bit of the way to the beaver dam.
After navigating six bends in 60 yards and crunching the boat on a few submerged rocks, we were at the Hales Hill Road bridge. Its cement slab, supported by stacked rough-hewn stone blocks, spanned an opening just 6′ wide—barely enough room for the boat—and 4′ high, too low for us. The water running through the culvert was more than boot deep. Delaney scrambled up the embankment and crossed the road to the upstream side of the bridge, where she stepped over the metal guardrail, pushed through chest-high raspberry bushes, and poked her head and an arm over the edge above the water, ready to catch the boat. I gave WHISTLER a shove. The boat coasted smoothly upstream through the culvert for a few feet, before veering to port toward the rough-edged wall. Dangling as far out as she could without falling into the stream, Delaney grabbed the breasthook and saved the newly varnished rail from making contact with the rocks.
The water flowing under the Hales Hill bridge was especially deep, so we shoved WHISTLER through unmanned.
Just 50′ upstream from the bridge, we came to a 3′-high beaver dam of tangled twigs flanked by thick brush. Rounded granite boulders scattered around the dam had tan-colored bands marking the water level when the dam had been about 1′ higher. We had brought two large fenders to use as rollers for just such an obstacle as the dam and deployed them for protection from the rocks. We scooted WHISTLER safely over and into the still, pooled water upstream. Delaney crawled over the transom and stood up forward with an oar in hand, and we paddled canoe fashion up the beaver pond.
The rollers that we brought with us helped us clear the beaver dam with little struggle. Beyond the dam, the water was deep and clear, making the paddling easy.
As the water got shallower, poling became the only way to move forward. Despite the common knowledge that you should never push off the bottom with the blade of an oar for fear of it splitting, the width of the blade proved less susceptible than the handle to sinking into the muck below.
The smooth going was short lived. After only two minutes of paddling, the skeg started to drag in the mud below. We decided the best option was to drag the boat over dry land toward the tree line 1/4 mile away, and Delaney leaped from the bow for the streambank and landed on a tussock of grass. I thought she had made it, but then the tuft sank under her, and she splashed down into knee-deep water with a howl as her boots quickly flooded. She scrambled for firmer ground and eventually found a piece of grass that did not sink immediately. She stood up with a scowl.
I poled the boat a few more feet until the bow was nestled in grass, then gingerly stepped over the rail onto a firm-looking patch of grass. It shifted unsteadily below me. I knew we had to get the boat to firmer footing if we were going to drag it any farther. I braced my feet against two tussocks, grabbed the breasthook, and pulled firmly. The boat lurched forward no more than 1′, and then came to a halt with the screech of dry grass on paint.
From where we had run aground, it was a half mile to where satellite images we’d studied seemed to indicate the portage should have started. Realizing that we clearly were not going to make it to the Benjamin River that day, our new goal was to get the boat to the portage before dark. It was only 12:30, and that seemed like a realistic goal.
Abandoning what was left of the main channel, I began dragging the boat toward the tree line, hopping from one tuft of grass to the next to avoid the deep puddles scattered around them.
Getting ready to schlep the gear to lighten the boat, we took a quick break to feel sorry for ourselves before beginning the first long trudge to the tree line.
I began unloading some of the heaviest items: Delaney’s duffle, the cast-iron skillet, two 1-gallon jugs of water, and my dry bag backpack full of food and camping gear. Delaney worked her way toward me, lifting her legs over the tussocks and pushing through the chest-high grass, falling with almost every other step. Loaded down with gear, we scrambled toward a point in the tree line 1/4 mile away where we would stash everything and eat lunch before coming back for the boat. As soon as we set out, we knew we had made a mistake. What had looked like drier land was in fact just more tufts of grass, surrounded by water. Stepping from one clump to the next, I crushed each tussock down, throwing my balance off and sending me stumbling. Water poured into my boots, and thick mud beneath the water threatened to pull them off. My clothes were damp and sticky and my back prickled with sweat.
In most areas the grass reached Delaney’s chest. As we headed back to the boat after lunch, she gave me a distinctly displeased look amid the expansive grassy landscape.
Delaney, whose legs weren’t long enough to step up on the tussocks, slogged through the mud and water while carrying a gallon jug of water in each hand. Every few steps she fell from one puddle to the next and disappeared behind the tawny grass, but somehow remained smiling. By the time we had made it to the firm, dry ground at the tree line, it was 1:15. The carry with our gear had taken us 45 minutes to traverse a quarter mile, and we hadn’t even brought the boat.
Delaney crawled into the trees leaving a trail of wet socks and spray gear. I pulled a wool blanket out of the duffle and stretched it out on some moss amid the trees, then made BLTs from homemade bread and Delaney’s favorite vegan bacon. Munching on my sandwich, too hungry to care about the fake meat, I looked out over the expanse of undulating golden grass, and my optimism began to increase. “This ain’t too bad after all,” I said, looking at Delaney. She offered a half smile, and I noticed she was shivering in the light early spring breeze blowing through the trees. I scrambled over to my backpack and pulled out the space blanket I had stashed for just such an occasion. She lay down on the wool blanket, I spread the space blanket over her, and tucked the upwind side under the backpack. I curled myself around her back; the shiny silver rustled over our heads. Through chattering teeth, she cheerfully said she would warm up in no time.
Ten minutes later, her shivering hadn’t stopped. “Time to move,” I said. Delaney grumbled but got up and put on her wet spray gear and socks as I packed up our gear and piled it by the edge of the trees. To warm us both up, I set a brisk pace back to the boat; soon we were both sweating again, and once she started cursing again I knew she would be okay. After reaching WHISTLER what seemed like hours later, we sprawled in opposite ends of the boat while we caught our breath. “This may have been one of the worst ideas I’ve ever had,” I said, feeling bad for dragging her on this adventure. “Maybe make the next one an easy trip?” she offered, and we got ready to drag the boat.
It was slow, brutal work. With me pulling and Delaney pushing, we moved the boat only 2′ at a time before it came to a halt or one of us fell into the mire. The sharp bottom edge of the breasthook dug into my hands and the grass under the boat turned from gold to black as it was crushed into the water. Working slowly, we inched toward the tree line, leaving a dark scar through the brush behind us. The effort made my arms burn and left me panting.
A little over an hour later, we made it to the trees. Gasping and saying little, we unpacked the last of the gear and looked for a place to set up the tent. Even though it was only 5:30 and there was plenty of daylight left, this was as far as we were going for the day. We were completely burned out and needed to get out of our wet clothes before we got chilled. We found a flat spot in the trees, and pitched the tent; I crawled inside, lying face down with the warmth of the smooth nylon sleeping bag tempting me to sleep. Delaney joined me, using my back as a pillow and we remained motionless for a while, waiting for our strength to come back so we could make dinner.
At the beginning of the day, while we were launching WHISTLER at the boat ramp, we had met a lobsterman who, after hearing our plan, had invited us to stay on his land if we didn’t make it as far as we hoped. His only direction had been “on the left beyond the bridge at the end of the Salt Pond.” We were unsure if we were in the right spot, but we started gathering wood for a fire, hoping this piece of the woods we had found was on his property.
I kicked loose leaves and grass to the side and made a fire ring of soggy logs, and soon the warmth of the leaping flames provided a welcome relief from the chill of my damp clothes. We heated up dinner, an Indian rice affair, in a cast-iron skillet and scarfed it down as the dark crept in steadily. Fed, watered, and starting to warm, we sat by the fire for hours, socks spread around the flames like fallen flower petals. Around 10 p.m., Delaney did an especially jaw-cracking yawn, so we extinguished the fire and moved into the tent, with the pleasant scent of wood smoke clinging to us like an earthy perfume. In the dark, above the tent’s mesh panels, the sky had cleared to a kaleidoscopic view of stars, and we fell asleep to the sound of spring peepers.
I woke up late the next day, and, gingerly testing my muscles, was surprised to find I hadn’t locked up overnight. The weather began as the day before had with low puffy clouds, with occasional breaks that let the sun through. We packed up and were ready to get underway by 10:30, keenly aware of our dwindling time. Trying something new, we used two fenders as rollers, sticking as close to the tree line as we could where the ground was dry and the going a little easier. Delaney placed the fenders under the bow and pulled while I pushed and threw the fenders forward when they slipped out the back. It was slow going because fenders refused to roll over the hummocks and the dory bottom dragged across them. “Do you think we need these things?” Delaney asked, after half an hour of wrestling with the fenders. We threw them into the boat and dragged it, Delaney leading the bow with the painter while I pushed the stern.
It was a dramatic improvement. Compared to the day before, the sliding was much easier on the dry grass, and we could make it a full 10′ before I ran out of breath and had to take a break. Two hours later, after stopping for a half-hour lunch break in the trees, we had covered a quarter mile. We left the boat next to an abandoned cow pasture and walked up the remaining distance along the edge of the trees to where the portage proper should have started. It wasn’t good. Branches were tangled together in a thick wall and the trees were clustered close together; while a portage was definitely possible with a canoe or kayak, WHISTLER was far too wide to squeeze though. Our options were to go back the way we came, or try to cut up over to River Road, a quarter mile to the southeast.
Delaney led WHISTLER like a recalcitrant mule toward the cow pasture. As the ground evened out, it became easier to move the boat without the rollers and rely on strength and stubbornness.
Since retreating over the difficult ground we’d already covered was not an option—we had run out of time—we walked up the cow pasture toward the road, hoping to find a house with someone friendly enough to let us bring our car to pick up the dory. Walking up a gravel access road off one of the pastures, we strolled past a spent 12-gauge shotgun shell on the ground. Apparently, this was an unusual sight for a Florida girl, and Delaney grabbed my arm. “We’re going to get shot!” she said. “Relax,” I replied, “Most people at least have the courtesy to ask who you are before they shoot you.”
We crossed River Road and walked up to a farmhouse perched on the top of a hill, where a couple in their mid-forties were more than happy to help, insisting we have a drink of water before giving us a ride to our car.
Delaney and I drove back to the cow pasture and threw gear into the car. When we rolled WHISTLER over to lift her onto the roof rack, twigs and grass poured out. The bottom of the boat was scarred where rocks had cut through the epoxy, graphite, and fiberglass, and the topside paint had long pale streaks from brush dragging along the side.
After securing permission from the property owners to bring our car to their field, we faced the last challenge of the trip: hoisting the 100-lb dory onto the roof rack. Delaney apologized to WHISTLER for the rough treatment. At the beginning of this adventure, the hull didn’t have a scratch on it.
We had done only about 6 of the 26 miles of the circumnavigation of the Blue Hill Peninsula we’d set out to do, but we’d had more than our fair share of adventure. We might have made the whole loop if we’d had more time, or a more friendly weather forecast. We had underestimated the difficulty of hauling a 17′ dory to an ancient and inaccessible portage, and if we had done a little more reconnaissance, we might’ve known what we were getting into. But we had made an attempt, and managed to have a good time and keep each other going even while doing something that couldn’t be done.
Tom Conlogue is a former WoodenBoat School waterfront staff member who is currently feeding a crippling boat addiction as a student at Maine Maritime Academy. He can usually be found near some patch of water messing about in small boats.
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Delaney Brown is the associate editor of WoodenBoat.
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