Even ugly boats, from underwater, are fair and fine. To sell a boat give the man a snorkel mask and swim him under.If he doesn't fall in love send him to buy a camper or a trailer. This blog is about building,sailing,caring for and hanging out with boats. It's about a distant and familiar shore, left behind, and the search for a distant sweet adventure and the making of a new you. It's a joyful thing the gentle pull of tiller in hand, while feeling sorry for the lubber left on land.
I bought Osprey from Robert Vest in the 1960's Shew was designed by S.S. Crocker and Built By Herman Lund in Erie Pennsylvania on Lake Erie. For My family she was a home away from home. We drove the 80 miles from Richmond to Gene Ruarks Marina in Deltaville Va.
We sailed on weekends Vacations and stolen days winter and summer whenever we could get away. She was seen in those years in creeks and small towns up and down the bay From Baltimore to Norfolk. On winter weekends we sailed across the bay often to Eastern shore and sometimes Tangier island. Her wood burning Shipmate kept her warm and cozy even on Bitter cold nights. This young family broke bread to reset and read by lantern light. My Wife Gerogene raised in the Virginia Mountains took to the sailing life like a frog in a pond.
Osprey on a failed trip to Bermuda suffer a broken Mizzen mast and a broken rudder we limped int the Chesapeake bay. To her credit we sailed with a half a rudder and a mizzen that with some jury rigged stays was able to sail and steer with ease. We ran on engine son me but with the engine shifted on the bed we snapped the drive shaft inside the transmission. After a year of repairing the things that broke and all the things our lessons had taught us might break we headed out again. No thing without flesh and blood has ever been held so high in any families esteem and love than Osprey.
We sold her at a time when my business would not allow me to maintain her. A young couple lived aboard her for a time and she was sold again. The New owner had the misfortune of having he main mast blown out of her and she is now reduced to a few rotting timbers in a Carolina marsh. She lives in ours and our Children's memories today. Doug
I was raised of parents that allowed me the freedom to wonder the county, Baltimore and the Chesapeake Bay. We kids built things, boats, model airplanes, kayaks and other toys. This building of things continued on and was my play, and finally landed me in the machine shop business. It caused me to build sailboats, to take them to sea. My wife and I sailed to Bermuda, the Bahamas and Florida keys. We lived aboard our boat, Kate, fourteen happy years. Some described what we did as a midlife crisis. Does to leave business and home, go off to laze in blue waters and green Islands. To eat lobster,conch,speared fish, wander sandy beaches, to sip sundowners, while surrounded by Island music sound like a crisis? We plotted another course, and gained an outlook not shared by all. In passing, I sometimes see the wizened glance of another who has known a wonderer's freedom. I write fiction and fact, paint a picture and do a now and then sketch then on to build a boat or kayak. I live among, and love the Virginia mountains. Still, I long for the feel of waves, the scent of brine, a press of canvas on spars and line. I'll whistle up a little breeze for my tiny sailboat fair and fine. Doug
Of Mooncursers and other SpunYarns "Mooncursers" takes place near Baltimore, Maryland during the early part of WWII. A story of two boys, each battling his own devils. Both are strengthened through adventure and the overcoming of self imposed guilt. They decipher a cryptic note and right an old wrong. All this in order to give new meaning to the life of an elderly lady living in an old Baltimore slum and to return to her what is rightfully hers. This is a story of boys who find young manhood and lifelong confidence through adversity. Between these covers are other short stories for old boys and young men. Some will delight, drawing a chuckle and others to inspire thought. A few will leave an introspective question or two to ponder. One story is pure piffle. See if you recognize which one.
OF Mooncursers and other Spun Yarns
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