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Boat Plans Bolger | Elfsteden 11 Towns Rowing Marathon Give us a HUG!

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Which would you rather do on the last weekend before Christmas? Go shopping, or go rowing with a bunch of people you hardly know, in a foreign country, over the longest night of the year?

Obviously, it was a no-brainer, and so it was that I spent a freezing weekend having a tremendous time, rowing past the occasional windmill.

And as so often, but still unexpectedly happens with events like this, it was a cultural eye-opener too.



Event: Elfsteden "Serious Request" Rowing Marathon
Where: Leeuwarden, The Netherlands
Distance: 185km, 4-crew relay
Time: 15 hrs ish
Boat type: Touring coxed quads and doubles
Number of crews in the event: 12, I think
Event Organiser: ElfstedenRoeimarathon


The Elf WHAT?
"Elfstedentocht" means 11 towns tour. The 11 towns in question are all in North-West Holland, in a region known as West Frisia, which has a lot of canals. Which, like much of the Netherlands, very flat and right next to the North Sea.So any strong winds that might be happening in the North Sea because its, say, the middle of winter, can come whistling across the area. Im sure you see where Im going with this.

So its a rowing event, right?
Yes, and no. Originally, it was a speed skating event. A Dutch competitor in the version we rowed explained that it started with the local farmers (a widespread occupation in the area) skating (because everyone could) from town to town along the many canals, to check out whether the girls in the next town were prettier than the ones in your own town, not being able to make up their minds, moving on to the next town, and so on, till they finished up back home, where they decided there wasnt so much wrong with the local lasses after all. This is probably fiction, but its a nice thought.

What with modern weather an all that, the skating event hardly ever happens any more because its very rare that the ice ever gets thick enough. But apparently when it even looks like it might take place, the whole of Holland grinds to a halt with the excitement.


Waiting for the start.
However, since this is a rare event, at some point someone realised that it was also a great course for a rowing event, which takes place on the Friday and Saturday after Ascension Day in May every year (and one of the many cultural things we learned on this trip was that, despite their reputation for being, er, liberal about some things, your average Dutch person knows exactly when Ascension Day is and finds it quite reasonable to organise events in relation to it, whilst obviously the average Brit wouldnt even have heard of it).

The race involves up to about 100 crews, all in touring coxed doubles, which are highly popular in the Netherlands - again, theyre practically unheard of here. The format is that each team comprises up to four "crews", and they swap in and out at regular intervals round the route. We did a slightly shortened version of the usual 210km course – because it was too windy to row across a lake called the Slotermeer – and coxed quads were allowed as a slightly less challenging alternative to the coxed doubles..

Why were we doing it in the bleak midwinter?
I hope my Dutch rowing buddies will forgive me if Ive got any of this wrong – sometimes the language barrier was a bit impenetrable: the normal Elfstedentoch starts and finishes in a town called Leeuwarden (pronounced Loo-wah-den). OK, park that thought.

Each year, the weekend before Christmas, the Dutch equivalent of Radio 1, does a big charity event which includes DJs being shut up in glass rooms and stared at for 48 hours, amongst other activities. This spectacle is based in a different town every year, and this year the honour fell to Leeuwarden.

So, somewhere along the line, some bright spark said "Since were all doing this in Leeuwarden, why dont we get those crazy rowers to do a special charity edition of that rowing event they always do here n the summer, when its warm, and the nights arent very long?"


The lights on the rowing boat were extremely cunning:
sterotypically, designed by the German. They were
UNDER the tape that went over the riggers, so we
didnt lose our night-sights, but could be
 seen by the land team.
Now, the Dutch are pretty keen on long-distance rowing – to the extent that they actually have a league for which individuals have rowed the most miles in long-distance races each year. Which is why there were two Dutch crews of five doing  the Tour du Léman à lAviron round Lake Geneva earlier in the year, where our crew were the sole British representatives. And because of the Dutch crews excellent English, wed got chatting, and swapped some email addresses, and so when even they couldnt quite find enough local clubmates who thought that rowing through sleet in the dark was a good idea, they got in touch, and thus it was that Team HUG for Life (Holland, UK and Germany - there was a random German too) was formed.

And despite the fact that there 17 of the rowers and all 6 or so of the land team were Dutch, they did the whole thing in English just to accommodate the two of us (me and my husband) and Stefan the German. I mean, can you imagine a bunch of Brits swapping to another language for a complicated, everyones-tired event? Even in the best-case scenario, wed all still be standing at the start asking whether someone had seen any pens, gardeners or aunts.

Attention, Go!
Dramatic steering at the start to avoid another crew
that suddenly set of ahead of us.
No. The start format was truly unique and set the tone for the wackiness of the whole thing. All of the boats were lined up along the river bank in Leeuwarden. However, the start point was in the town square (where the incarcerated DJs were) about 150m away. 

At the "go", a card was handed to the Land Team Manager, who then had to sprint to the river to hand the card to the cox, and then the crew could depart. This was a useful way of separating out the crews so that there wasnt a total pile-up at the first bridge. 


The card – "stempelkaart" in Dutch – had to be stamped at various points along the route in the manner of an orienteering event. Despite spending most of the time in a plastic canister, it had practically disintegrated by the end.

Why does Holland have so many windmills?
We rowed the first section, which soon took us out of town and through some fields. In the rain.

There were some little windmills that looked like they were sort of Wendy-windmills, although they also appeared to be functioning. And at this point (whilst still rowing along), I had a lightbulb moment. Now, this may be obvious to you, but pause for a second to ask yourself "Why does Holland have so many windmills?". The answer "Because its very windy", merely explains why having many windmills is a sensible idea there. But what are they FOR? 

In Britain,  windmills were traditionally used for grinding wheat. And so no one would build a Wendy-windmill, unless it was some kind of Petit Trianon-style indulgence for rural rich kids.

Which these werent – Dutch windmills arent used for milling flour, theyre used for pumping water. In which case, a small one can be appropriate. 

All change!
After about an hour, we reached our first changeover point, where the next crew from our team, and our land supporters (wearing high-viz vests that, in a nice touch, sported the same HUG for life we had on our rowing tops, although these were almost all buried under layers of fleeces and waterproofs).

Equipped with boat hooks, they hauled us quickly to the bank, hands reached out to pull us out of the boat, and we then helped our replacements in. Feet were not to be adjusted.

Then we piled into the two minibuses and camper van that were our support fleet, and headed off to the next swap point. Once we were there, it was time to strip everything off and put on dry kit (I had packed 5 complete sets of kit in separate bags within my kit bag, which proved a useful, and widely-used approach). It was SOOO cold, that it was essential to remove any damp item. And all items were damp (though I kept the same pair of waterproof socks on the whole way).

The camper van was a brilliant changing room, and the engines were kept running on all 3 vehicles the whole time, so that the heaters could stay on. Although we were within sight of civilisation the whole way, for the rowers, it was an exercise in good personal management or you could very easily have got hypothermic.

Dutch bridges arent like British ones
In the UK, and in much of the rest of Europe, most waterways are navigable. In the Netherlands, there are so many canals, required to drain water out of the "polder" land that has been reclaimed fro the sea, that lots of them are just there, and theyre not designed to take boats. Theyre narrow, and the road or foot bridges over them are mostly flat - theyre cheaper to build that way, and easier to walk or drive over. 

To take a rowing boat through the lowest and narrowest bridges (which was probably 90% of them), we had to lie back and put our blades parallel with the boat. We rapidly learned that this was called "liggen and slippen", which doesnt translate well (because we just dont "slippen" in the UK) so the Dutch phrase was used.

With the water levels in the canals particularly high because of recent (and present) rain, the bridges were even lower than usual – at the most northerly point, in a town called Dokkum, which had three massive windmills, the bridges carry four lanes of traffic, so once wed done liggen and slippen, the boat was almost coming to a halt before wed got out the other side. Fortunately, the bridges were also so low, that we could easily reach up and pull ourselves along on its girders.

At one point wed slightly misjudged the steering through a particularly narrow bridge, and one of my blades had got broken. After a hasty phone call to our land team, it was decided they couldnt quickly get a spare to us, and as we were quickly going to freeze if we didnt keep moving, we put the blade inside the boat, and set off. It was an interesting exercise in core stability to scull 10km with one blade!

A real team effort
After the race finished back in Leeuwarden, our crew rowed the boat back to Wetterwille Rowing Club where the trailers were parked, and where traditional Dutch pea and ham soup was being served. It was around 3.30am at this point.


The end.
The club bar was lovely, warm, and a live race tracker was being projected on the wall. Pity the poor crews in doubles still out on the course! I think we were 4th in the end (a 2nd broken blade allowed wed been holding off to get past us), and the race was won by members of the Dutch national squad, in a coxed double. They admitted it was harder than their usual training! Although they also rated a lot higher than the rest of us.

Strangely, this wasnt a major rowing endurance challenge – after all, we only rowed 4 x 10k pieces over a 15 hour period (and coxed 1). Frankly, the greatest achievement was managing the logistics of the whole thing, and the heroes of the trip were the land team, who flawlessly found each changeover point, some of which were seriously in the middle of nowhere, in the pitch dark, at the right time, and even managed to find cafes where they bought bags of chips from time to time.

And thats why it would be extremely difficult to do this event as a brand new entry form another country: you really do need local knowledge, so your best bet is to chat up any long-distance Dutch rowers you come across.

Some cultural things we learned
For a European country thats only on the other side of the North Sea from the UK, we were struck by some quite deep-seated cultural differences, as well as some fun and superficial ones:
  1. Around town, people only ride "sit up and beg" bikes. 
  2. They dont wear cycle helmets.
  3. Handlebars are often decorated with plastic flowers.
  4. One team member explained that we parked before the race in a car park that was a bit of a walk form the town center because it was free "and were Dutch people so we dont like to pay". Id heard this from a friend beforehand, but it was interesting to get it from the horses mouth!
  5. Even people with well-paid jobs often dont own a car.
  6. It is quite normal to mention bodily functions using language that would make even open-minded Brits raise their eyebrows.
  7. Most rowing clubs have a mangle in the boathouse to wring out the boat-wiping towels.
A final note on the charity fund-raising
The event raised money for the Dutch Red Cross for a special campaign to do with stopping children dying of diarrhea in third world countries. I wont mention the campaigns slogan – see cultural point 6, above. However, apparently well over 50,000 Euros were raised – I THINK just from the rowing bit (all crews combined), which is amazing. It seems Dutch people are very happy to pay after all when its for a good cause.

The video below was made by the Dutch squad team. Near the beginning theres a great bit of the land team managers all sprinting to the boats with the stempelkaarts. Around 2.40, one of the rowers appears to throw his water bottle ashore with some vehemence: this contained their stempelkaart, which is why the land team chap runs after it, (gets it stamped), and throws it back.

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Dinghy Boat Plans | End of the 2011 Season

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Dinghy Boat Plans


Boooooooo.  I think my sailing for 2011 will be over in my Goat Island Skiff.  I definitely did not do many things I wanted to do this year, such as another camping trip in Casco Bay and a little more sailing.  Like last year, I did sail significantly more than I blogged about-- Im not going to write about every outing, but there was less total epicness as last year.  Lack of work kept me more homebound.  I was just trying to save my $$$ the most possible and had a tough time justifying the gasoline expense.

However, I had a great time up at the Small Reach Regatta and my bro and I had a great trip on his Aquarius 23, as described in the two posts below.  It was decidedly a non Goat Island Skiff trip, and hence an aberration to this blog, but hopefully something you enjoyed.

Stay tuned, Im really hoping to actually build a permanent boom for her this winter.  Really.  Honest.  

Fair winds, intrepid readers!

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Yacht Boat Plans | Meander 2011 Part 1 From tadpole to opera

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Many, many rowers, myself included, row regularly on one of the 45 stretches of the Thames between locks. We often race on another two or three. 

But that leaves an awful lot of Britains most famous river left to explore, which was one of the best bits of this 135 mile skiffing tour from Lechlade to Teddington over an Easter weekend.

There were also chocolate eggs, history lessons and a Handel aria in an unexpected place.


Event: Private Expedition
Where: Lechlade to Teddington, on the River Thames
Distance: 124 miles
Locks: 44 
Time: 4 days – it was a tour!
Boat type: Thames skiffs
Number of crews in the event: 6
Event Organiser: www.tvsc.co.uk (ourselves)


Why this chunk of the Thames?
The source of the Thames is near Cricklade in Wiltshire, but its too narrow to be easily navigable at that point, and Lechlade is held to be the top of the navigable Thames. Teddington, some 135 miles, 44 locks and a drop of 225ft towards sea level.

We rowed to the Boundary stone which is about 100m below Teddington lock, marking the official start of the tidal Thames, and so our course covered the entire navigable, non-tidal Thames. Its good to have very specific challenges.

If it wasnt a race, what was it?
The tour was the 2011 edition of a regular event undertaken by most of the Thames racing skiff clubs. My club, Thames Valley Skiff Club, hadnt done one for some years, so the old hands were keen to do it again, and the six of us who hadnt done it at all were just plain keen.

The cast list
Our little flotilla comprised five coxed doubles and a crazy lady in a single. The skiffers in some of the doubles swapped round according to various schedules that best suited the personnel involved, whilst others skiffed the whole way, being steered by a rota of volunteers.

And the production team
The whole trip was only made possible by the stalwarts of the land team, who packed bags into the minibus, made sandwiches, went shopping, drove around like demons (observing the Highway Code at all times, of course), and had the beer in the fridge at the end of each day. 

They were supplemented by other Club members who appeared without warning at various points along the route, which was always a nice surprise for us and, actually, allowed them to enjoy feeling part of the whole thing too. Never underestimate the pleasure thats to be had in playing a part in an expedition, however small – people really enjoy helping, so dont be afraid to ask, if youre planning one.


Lock 1 of 44.
Up the pointy end
The River Thames in Lechlade is totally unrecognisable as the same river that may of us row on in Oxford, Reading, Henley, Walton and elsewhere. Its narrow, and its extremely bendy – in places, like a bunch of sine waves huddling together for warmth.

Another way in which the upper reaches of the Thames differs from the lower stretches is that until you get to Oxford, the locks all have to be mechanically operated. So the plan was that members of our land team would try to get to each lock before us and have the gates open so we could just row straight in. This didnt quite work, in fact the illustration above was the ONLY lock they actually got to at the same time as us. Although they were invaluable in many other ways and frankly did jolly well given one of them had only passed her driving test two weeks before and neither had much knowledge of M4-corridor geography. Or so it later became clear.

Are the wiggles in the river like a tadpoles tail?
Arguably, yes. But the tadpole of the day is Tadpole Bridge. Whence this idyllic scene of rural navigation was taken. This is just a straight forward photo – there has been no retouching of the colour of the sky or the calmness of the water. Exquisite, isnt it?

Gotcha!
The next surprise for us meander novices was the string of concrete pill boxes along the banks at frequent intervals. Wed heard of the Maginot Line but had no idea that there was a Meander Line that provided the final line of defence before invading Nazis reached the Midlands manufacturing base!

We noted 27 of these. And then lost count. They ran out before Oxford. Maybe it had other ways of defending itself? Invader (and anyone else for that matter)-repelling piles of student laundry, perhaps?

One of the pill boxes had had a piece of plastic pipe humorously inserted in the gun slits, to look like the barrel of a bazooka. Now, I realise thats not going to go viral on a social networking site as "the funniest thing you ever saw", but in the general atmosphere of bonhomie that went with unexpectedly good Spring weather, and lovely English countryside this brought smiles all round. Sorry that I omitted to take a photo - were repeating the trip with new club members in April 2014, and its top of my "must snap" list.

Wherere you walk... or row
Sometime around mid-afternoon, we approached Oxford, where the river splits in two. Half of it goes off sightseeing round town for a bit, whilst we stuck to the other bit which is consequently rather thin, and also shaded by tall trees, houses, and what I think was once a brewery. We then squeezed our six boats into Osney lock, along with a narrow boat, and a punts. 

Every lock was an opportunity to chat with the other crews about the highlights of the previous stretch of river, and to swap possibly unwanted reports on the current states of hands, knees and boomsydaisies. With all this going on, it took us a few seconds to realise that, as the lock gates were swung shut by the look-keeper (thank you, sir!), a good, old-fashioned, "his masters voice" type gramophone player was being wound up in the punt. 

And then a gentleman stood up in the said punt, and launched into the famous aria "Whereer you walk", from Handels opera Semele. Only in Oxford. With the exception of the one with the topiary (more on this in a future post), it was without doubt the most unusual lock experience of the trip, and its not easy for a 1790 lock to get noticed.

The verb "to dongol"
Whilst rowing is an efficient way of propelling a boat through water, one of the biomechanical aspects of it which makes it so efficient, is the fact that the blades are quite long, and pivoted at just the right point on the edge of the boat. Which means that rowing boats cant easily be propelled through narrow spaces.


This man is dongoling.
His girlfriend, in the foreground, is apparently
not interested in joining in.
Now, if youre in a traditional racing boat, theres previous little you can do about this. But in a skiff, which is wide, and is stable in its own right – not needing the blades sticking out the side to give stability in the manner of a tightrope walker – you have an alternative method of propulsion, when youre in a tight spot. And that is to stand up and "dongol" the boat as if it were a Canadian canoe.

As the trip went on (and this is still only day 1 of 4), our crew got very slick at dongoling out of locks like our lives depended on it – each of the 2 skiffers grabbing a blade on the opposite and pre-determined side, paddling out, and then pirouetting round, dropping the blade neatly between its thole pins, flicking the other one out, and skiffing off. Not that were competitive or anything.

At summer skiff regattas, there are sometimes "fun" races at the end of the day which often include a "dongola" race - lots of people paddling with small paddles in a wide punt, one of which invariably slews right off course, probably crashing into the other boat, and certainly getting everyone very wet as a water fight ensues. Anyway, thats just some added colour about dongoling. 

Day 1 over
After an interminable wait at Iffley lock, at the bottom of the stretch on which the Oxford College crews row (except they werent, because it was Easter weekend, and well out of term time), where our senses of humours were getting rather tired, and even the sight of a plastic heron failed to cheer us up much, we eventually reached Radley College, where we had arranged to leave the boats for the night.

The main questions in our minds at that point were, "Will the City of Oxford Rowing Club bar be able to revive our flagging spirits?", and "Whats for supper?". (By the way, the chocolate eggs and history lessons are in the next blog posting.)

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Canoe Boat Plans | BLING BLING

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I figure it is time to put a face on my Goat Island Skiff.  Today my lovely wife and myself went for a spirited sail on Squam Lake.  I was expected 8kt winds and a leisurely sail and some swimming, instead it was blowing 15 and we did a grand tour of the western side of the lake at high speeds and shipped some water and almost capsized and my wife had fun.

As you will notice, I made some adjustments to the cosmetics of the boat.  Thats right mofos, I dress this girl up, yes I did! (Thanks to CLC and the vinyl sticker department, and a coworker who helped me photoshop the badass FLYING DINOSAUR!!! (fyi Pterodacylus are not dinosaurs, they are pterosaurs)






OOOOOOOH IT IS SO BAD!

Please note "FrankenBoom!"

Additionally, I also added another block of purchase on the downhaul to improve close-hauled performance in higher winds and I dare say it worked!



I added a fiddle block from C+S at Duckworks and moved the becket block to the bottom.  Combined with super burly FrankenBoom, I am Zinea, Pterodactylus is coming into her own!  What took me so damn long!?  (oh wait, money, um, impatience, and a laissez faire attitude (aka lazy)

No camping trips so far, only day trips sailing, but things are in the works, so as always, stay tuned intrepid reader and keep the rum at the ready!


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Pontoon Boat Plans | Meander 2011 Part 2 Ending with a fizz

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Day 2 of our "meander" by skiff from Lechlade to Teddington (you can read the story so far here) saw our little flotilla of six boats taking to the water at 6am. Which was a bit grim, but also extremely beautiful. 

Our first lock of the day was Abingdon, and once out of that we rewarded with the iconic sight of Didcot Power Stations cooling towers looming above the reeds in the distance. 

The next site of note was a little older: Wittenham Clumps are two plump little hills that pop up incongruously from the surrounding landscape which youd struggle to call undulating with any accuracy. Grass covered, some early humorous arboriculturalist (or an arboricultral humourist) planted a small group of beech trees on the top of each. This makes them look somewhat like giant versions of these cress-grown-in-the-top-of-a-potato projects that children used to be encouraged to produce, though probably havent been since the 1970s.


Checking the facts for the next stretch.
One of my crewmates was a professional archaeologist, so she filled us in with interesting details about hill fort features of the Bronze and Iron Age, some of which the Clumps displayed.

Did you say "a pineapple"?
Two of the crews, including mine, contained members of the same family, and had been supplied with extensive notes about the various locks and the surrounding area, which the matriarch had researched. We particularly enjoyed reading how the first pineapple in Britain was allegedly grown by the gardener of Dorney Court, and was subsequently presented to King Charles II. Which probably explains, serious rowers, why the pub just before you turn right for Dorney Lake after coming off the M4, is called The Pineapple. Hope you love that little factoid as much as I do, and that it makes you smile as you head towards Wallingford, Metropolitan, or Marlow Regatta this summer.


Education is more effective when not stuck in the bushes.
One of the other crews was equipped with a guidebook, from which the person coxing read relevant extracts. This is actually quite hard to do whilst also steering, and led to some small episodes of practical forestry.

Oh go on, wave!
By mid-morning the sun had burnt off the mist, and it was a truly glorious late spring day. Members of the high-performance Wallingford Rowing Club were enjoying post-outing cups of tea outside their clubhouse in the sun as we passed, although they didnt wave, which was slightly disappointing. Maybe they were too consumed with jealousy of the fun we were having compared with their serious training?


Approaching Moulsford Bridge and its
must-see arch engineering.
A bridge about which I sigh
The Wallingford stretch is home to my favourite bridge on the whole of the Thames – Moulsford Bridge. Without a doubt its best viewed from the water, and whats clever about this Brunel masterpiece is that it crosses the river at a angle, yet the arches are parallel with the river, meaning that they are set at an angle relative to the rest of the bridge, and the brickwork inside sweeps round in the least utilitarian way imaginable. Brutalist modernism this is not. What it IS, apparently, I discovered on researching this later, is a great example of "elliptical screw arches". So now we all know. Do try to find a way to row under them!

Day 2 ended at Reading Canoe Club with nearly 68 of the 125 miles under our oars (no one was wearing a belt), and to our delight chocolate mini-eggs were served after dinner, because it was Easter-eve.


By Day 3, some of us had run out of
clean kit that was also co-ordinated.
By Day 3, we were well into the swing of things and we romped along the Shiplake stretch, imaging what it would be like to live in some of the houses we could glimpse through carefully landscaped gardens above beautifully manicured, sweeping lawns.

This ogling stepped up a gear later in the day as we rowed through Maidenhead and past whats known as Millionaires Row, although the more hyper-critical amongst us felt that while most of these buildings were all very well in themselves, and certainly had great views, they were unimpressively close to the neighbours in most cases, and the discrete and secluded mansions between Shiplake and Marsh locks had more going for them. Although a million almost certainly wouldnt get you much more than the thatched shed for the ride-on mower in one of those.

Locks: not entirely skiff-friendly

This lower part of the Thames is popular with motor cruisers, which has its plus and minus points. The Minuses include wash, and the fact that the Good Lock-Keeping Guide states that little rowing boats should go into locks BEHIND motor cruisers when going downstream, so that if one of the big cruisers managed to untie itself during the descent, it wont crush the little rowing boat into the downstream gates. Which is all very considerate (I have no idea if this envisaged scenario has ever actually happened), but the problem is that us wee rowing boats go faster than the cruisers which are bound to an 8km/hour speed limit. So, on exiting a lock behind the cruisers, we have to wallow through their wash before we can overtake and get back to having a nice time again. We then arrive at the next lock, invariably just as the lock keeper is closing the gates, wait for 20 minutes till the cruisers all catch up with us, and then watch them being loaded into the lock ahead of us again.


Locks are also an opportunity to
relieve pressure on the bottom.
However, in my attempt to offer balanced reporting, an advantage of cruiser traffic is that lock keepers get all entrepreneurial to make the most of this literally passing traffic, and this can take the form of ice-cream stands at locks. This is a Good Thing.

We pulled in for the night at Eton Excelsior Rowing Club where we admired some expedition double sculls made by Rossiter Rowing Boats for a trip down the Zambezi later that year. Which sounded very exciting, though the crocodiles and hippos would be a bit of a worry.


A gratuitous scene of fluvial charm.
Her Majesty has the pleasure of inviting...
Earlyish on Day 4, the Thames passed through the crown estates attached to Windsor Castle, and this being only a week before Wills and Kates wedding, there were numerous marquees in the ground and clearly tight security along the banks. No chance of hopping ashore and hiding in the bushes to gatecrash the bash the following weekend, then.

After that it was on to our home stretch through Walton – which was not THE home stretch for this trip, of course, but it was nice that a couple of stalwart members were standing by the boathouse to wave us past.

The real home stretch was from Hampton Court to Teddington down the Kingston stretch, which we reached in the early afternoon - along with half the cruisers in England, it seemed, and the kind of stiff headwind you often get with high pressure (aka sunny) weather.So it took ages, and was a right old slog. But no matter, we were nearly there!

And over the line!
Glossing over some misdemeanours we didnt understand at Teddington Lock, for which the Lady Lock-keeper soundly told us off, we lined up across the river (the skiff equivalent of holding hands) for the final few yards through the boundary stone. We then beached the boats, and gathered around the stone for the obligatory photo, whereupon a rowing friend of mine from Kent happened to walk by after lunching with friends. Unexpected, but a pleasure.

Our land team, who could not be praised enough for their wonderful support up to this point (including producing bacon butties at the mid-morning stopping points in various fields), surpassed themselves by producing several bottles of champagne.

Thames Valley Skiff Club Meander 2011.


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Boat Plans Bartender | Small Reach Regatta 2012!

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Boat Plans Bartender


When young Dawn with her rose-red fingers shone once more,
they set sail for the main encampment of Achaea.
The Archer sent them a bracing following wind,
they stepped the mast, spread the white sails wide,
the wind hit full and the canvas bellied out
and a dark blue wave, foaming up at the bow,
sang out loud and strong as the ship made way,
                           skimming the whitecaps, cutting toward her goal.  (Illiad I:569-576, Fagles)

Intrepid readers, welcome.  This is the Small Reach Regatta 2012


It has been a year since the last Small Reach, and again we met this year at Lamoine State Park in Maine for several days of sailing, rowing, camaraderie, and all out awesome.

Day 1

This Small Reach was a momentous meet-up for Goat Island Skiffs with a total of three (3) boats sailing together simultaneously.  This is the first time this has happened, ever!  I am proud that I Am Zinea, Pterodactylus was part of this historic moment.  It was a damn cool feeling to be sailing with other boats of the same pedigree.

Moments before launch on Day 1  THREE GOATS
From left to right: Bleat, IAZP, Kathleen Marie
Happiness is Goat on water (Courtesy of Capn Jon)
The first day of the SRR was a sail out to Thomas Island, as shown below and marked by an "A".  Since this was launching day we spent some time milling around Lamoine (northeast of Thomas, marked in green) until most boats were launched.  Then we set off Armada style for Thomas.  I ended up leisurely cruising behind Capn Jon in his Pheonix III Two Hearted-- official IAZ,P Partner in Adventure.


This was Capn Jons first SRR and he decided to approach the east beach on Thomas by wrapping around the backside of the island.  I thought this was a fine idea since I had never been back there and there appeared to be obstacle strewn shallow waters on the south end.  Just as expected we had to beat upwind to the beach in shallow seaweed and rock festooned waters!  Several other hapless skippers followed us.  Im pretty sure they all had a good time, right?  It was a great technical sail complete with the usual rowboat spectators waiting for us on the beach. 

Me and my Goat. (Courtesy of Capn Jon)
 I got there early and was able to take some pictures of others arriving.
Paul driving Kathleen Marie to Thomas
Kathleen Marie and a Penobscot 14

Bleats first sail!  WOOT WOOT 
Sea Pearl 21 Velella Velella 
Loon, a Devlin Egret 
This guy isnt afraid to run her right up onto whatever rocks are in the way.  Bulletproof.

First boats are pulling up with most of the fleet downwind of the island.  Note Bleat
Andrews Ian Oughtred J2

 Bleat


Clint Chase gets to put his cool logo on his sail

Kathleen Marie nestled in for lunch
Brand new Core Sound 17 after first sail EVAR



After lunch the wind had picked up considerably and it was time to sail back to Lamoine.  At this point I picked up a crewmember (moveable ballast!) and so I decided to forego reefing and see how fast we could get IAZ,P.  We made it back to Lamoine and had no one to greet us as everyone was still behind us.  So we turned around and beat back to the fleet.  Landing on the shore at Lamoine turned exciting since it was a lee shore at that point.

 Clint coming in under mizzen alone and Capn Jon in Two Hearted

Scooting along
Clint posing, Ellie shipshaping, and Capn Jon struggling.  Its more fun to watch from a distance.
I ended up going back out again with another crewmember.  This time we were reefed to the second point.  This was a great idea, and the boat performed awesome.  Sailing is fun, the wind was up, I couldnt justify not sailing again.  

Me storming back to the beach under 2 reefs.  Full speed ahead. (Courtesy Capn Jon)
Hand carry parking area.  Lots of coolness.
YAY friends!
It was windy enough that Jasmine, a Caledonia Yawl (of which we will see much more of later) ended up blowing out its mast step.  At the SRR this is not a problem, because we can wander over to Allens mobile woodshop and fabricate a new one.

Making that new mast step.  It doesnt have to be nice, just functional.

Hand carry at dusk


Day 2

On Friday it was off to gorgeous Stave Island, far on the eastern side of Frenchmans Bay.  I was able to scoot out relatively quickly in some light air.  It was beautiful sailing, though interrupted by some calm.  I had some moments of absolute golden sailing in flat glass scooting right along.  All in all, a little bit of everything.  I was the first sailboat to reach Stave, with the rowboats waiting for me (again... those rowboats).

 Three Goats and the Pheonix III

 One Goat. Two Goat. Three Goat.

 Caledonia Yawl Jasmine on the way to Stave Island with Cadillac Mountain

 Beautiful sailing...

 ...The fleet behind me...

...A nice sail shape...

 ...BAM!  Into a WALL OF CALM.  Out came the oars.  Row, row, row your boat, fool.

 Breeze back up and some nice Maine islands.

 The fleet starts to show up.  Note Far and Away, a completely unique Nomans Land boat to port of IAZ,P


 Nap in the grass

 Capn Jon decides to finally show up along with a Bolger Sweet Pea, Better Than Chocolate.
This Pea never gave up and always made it.

 On the way out of Stave Island, wind is coming back up and Clint and I start to get into it.



Video from Steve B of Clint and I battling it out

Clint and I fighting to windward.  This is happiness.

A very cool Washington County Peapod with a Block Island (RI) rig.
Out of Chapelles American Small Sailing Craft
Nicknamed "stiletto"-- good looking but a pain to use

After a spirited sail out of Stave Island, we ran smack right back into the WALL OF CALM and sat floating in the middle of Frenchman Bay.  What to do but rehydrate and while away the hours? And then....

Jasmine gives IAZ,P a tow.  This is a GISAmateur first!

Three little ducks all in a row.  Look at that sky!

Sam and his CLC Northeaster Dory power-sailing like a champ.

Day 3 and the EPICNESS OF THREE (3) GOATS

The itinerary on the third day was Lamoine to Bean Island, but we did a circumnavigation of Dram Island first off of Sorento since the wind was so so sweet and we were making such great time.

Bean Island lunchtime:



Goats getting cozy

Intrepid reader, I am not going to write much here.  I just want you to enjoy what it is like when three Goats get together to terrorize the neighborhood for a bit.  All of the below pictures of three Goats are courtesy of Capn Jon.  Thank you Capn Jon for turning around and taking notice of this momentous event!

I present to you Goat Island Skiff history:

 Clint and myself working west.

 Catching up to Paul who slowed up a bit so we could sail together

 Terrorizing the Maine coast with smelly Goats! Fast as stink!

 Braying loud-mouthed Goats!

 Pillaging Goats!

Full on Goat fury! 

Capn Jon wisely stayed behind and out of the way of angry Goats!  

Well that was fun.  I dont think I was able to wipe the smile off my face that day.

Into Lamoine the wind slacked off and I doubled back to do some sailing with Two Hearted.



Shortly after this the wind died off and Capn Jon and I decided to go for a swim.  Then Capn Jon got the brilliant idea to pull the boats by ourselves, so we self towed.  Jasmine came swinging by like the predator she is and figured she might be able to get salvage rights and gave us yet another tow.  Skipper Chris has no fear, and this is why I like him.  He sail towed us right into the mooring field.  Go Chris, Go!


 Swimming.  Notice Capn Jon in distance also swimming.  We are heroes to the people.



On board and ready to rock!  Chris rocked us back and Mary fed us.

Then, it was time to pull the boats.  Sadness.


Herreshoff Carpenter

again

 Tom Jackons Nomans Land boat, Far and Away

 Interior detail of Far and Away

 Kathleen Marie at rest with Acadia National Park 

Before we knew it, Small Reach Regatta 2012 was over.  A giant lobster dinner followed (and I do mean giant-- clams, mussels, sausages, corn, lobsters and more lobsters, etc) along with appropriate after-SRR campfires, story telling, and reminiscing.  

And then I woke up the next day.

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