My first saiboat "Tern" Sketch by Doug

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It's Oct 15^th and we are barreling along with an outgoing tide cross the Poquoson flats off York County Va. We left Sara's creek early this morning. For breakfast ate fried bacon and eggs with crunchy Toast done on top the alcohol stove, with a little stainless steel wire toaster. There's a wonderful device for ya. We were finishing up the last of the coffee.
We passed through long lines of crab pots that we had been dodging. Crab pots are good news for Wolftrap when sailing in the shallows. I usually figure if we have the board up we can go any place a crabber can go in his Chesapeake bay bateau.

I wasn't paying attention as I should of been. It's easy to watch when you're coming into crab pots but coming out of them is a little different. My eye always has a tendency when not looking for something in particular, to follow the scenery, the distant gulls, a bunch of boats working a school of fish or maybe a freighter coming up the bay headed for Baltimore. That's when it happens we slow to a stop for no good reason, unless it be that we are aground.

I start the engine put her in reverse, Nothing happens. When driven onto the shallows running down wind at nearly seven knots you don't back off with an eight horse power engine. So with the tide going out we were in for a wait. Luckily the tide was nearly low when we run up on the bar. In two hours we might float again. The bad news was we would be sailing against the tide down to the bottom end of Hampton a but we would have a tide with us going into Hampton Roads. We took down sail and put on a pot of coffee, got out the books and enjoyed our visit. After looking the chart over and plotting our exact location right on the edge of a marked channel.
Before running aground we had just crossed the little channel coming from out from
Langley Air force base. The boats running in and out had most likely raised the sand bar along it's edge and that is what we were setting on. After taking a second of looking around I saw the long line of markers coming out of the creek. I guess I had been sailing in a state of coma. There is a thing easily done in home waters.
I could see off in the distance work boats coming, heading for the creek I hoped. When they got closer I radioed them and asked them to rock me hard. I was some surprised to get them on the marine radio. Most of the time they use ham radio and keep the marine radio turned down so they don't have to listen to it. I sat a few more minutes and then started the engine.
They took me at my word and were running full bore and close to my side of the channel.
I felt like with such a small engine I would not be able to back off wither their wake hitting Wolf trap's stern. I put her in forward and full throttle. When the wake hit us we went forward and I headed out dragging on the bottom and nearly coming to a stop but then getting a fresh start as each wave hit us. Finally getting into deeper water we were underway again.
Getting on the radio I bid them farewell and a big thanks for the wake and they returned “Rodger That Cap'n”
We put some sail onto her dropped a little board and vowed to stay off the bottom for a time. I have often said we should have named her ground hog. I have never run any boat aground as much as I had Woftrap. With a shallow, aluminum bottom well protected with epoxy we took a lot of chances and we grounded a lot.

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We had gotten and early and started heading down the Rappahanock River approaching Stingray point. We have been on a beam reach running with the tide. We were making good time but the tide was going slack and when we rounded the point we would be beating to windward against a strong tide. Sure enough when we rounded the point we found ourselves beating against four to five foot waves though I guessed the waves would lengthen out some as we beat across the bay. The temperature was rising and it was beginning to rain.
“Getting a cold front?” Georgene commented or asked, it was kind of hard to tell which. She has a way of confusing me by making a statement with the inflection of a question. My answer is usually to mumble something and that's what I did.
“ Well arn't you going to answer my Question? She asked while staring at me. Now I had something I could work with now and said. “ Yeah it's on its way, the wind has been picking up and it's blowing toward the North so it's traveling a long the front. If you look up through those holes in the clouds there are clouds up high traveling west to east. See 'em there really moving and they are wispy looking. Up at that hight the front is really close. I'm going back into Deltaville, I'll change tacks pretty soon. I hope we get in before the front gets here. The front from the looks of those high clouds must be moving thirty knots and if there are any twenty knot gust in thunderstorms we could easy get fifty knots in the puffs.
This is a really good spot to complain about the sorry Noah weather report on the Marine FM radio. You used to be able to tune in a get some weather when ever you want. Well they decided it cost to much to just give weather to boat captains. Now they give us the mountains, the valley, Middle state forecast, Washington DC, Richmond and Hampton Norfolk. By the time they get to Stingray Point or where ever else I may be. I have forgotten that I am listening to the weather, become interested in two seagulls courting and forget to listen. Rather than go through it all again I usually turn it off.

I can usually predict the weather about a day in advance and its about 50% right which is about as good as a wild guess. So for that I like a good professional forecast. A six hour forecast by me is usually right. For that I will also take a forecast but if they are predicting something different the me, I use mine. After all I'm where the weather is going to be and they may well be five hundred miles away.

We decided to come about and head for the Hole in the wall at the south end of Gwens Island, I figured that might bring us into the Piankitank River five miles to the north of the Hole. We beat hard that way for a couple hours making little headway. The waves were running a good five feet and many were breaking. The wind was blowing at lest twenty Five knots and sometime gust higher. Woftrap was staggering under two much canvas. She would go through a wave break out of it and drive into the bottom of the next one. The waves would slap her under her bowsprit before she would rise to near the top and crash on through. Our port lights on the lee side were under water so there was nothing left to do but reef. As usual I had waited longer than was prudent. I reefed the foresail first with a double reef, then reefed the main with a single reef and now we were riding a little more comfortably and I got out on the bowsprit and reefed the jib. Even so with on one big wave that come up from underneath me I quickly wrapped my legs around the Sprite and both stays. I hooked my feet into each other and hung on. I realized I was going to get dunked so I lay forward and wrapped my arms around the Sprite and hung on tight. Sure enough I went completely under and I mean way under. When I came up I saw water pouring off the side decks. The sail was wet a foot over my head when I sat up. It wouldn'heeling have made any difference whether I lay down on the Sprite or not the water would have went over me anyway and I might have wound up hanging upside down under the sprit. There is know way I would have let go with my feet. When I got back to the cockpit Georgene was pale as a ghost. She said she thought I was gone.
I went below dried off and changed cloths and was back up in a few minutes. We were riding quite well and was pushing up on Stinray Point again. We had made almost no headway at all. We were sailing toward Cherry point on the north end of Gwens Island but there was now a big difference. The wind was coming off the shallow waters just off the island and the waves were now smaller. I dawned on me that the tide was starting out along the western shore. It was coming across the sandbar on the inshore side of Stingray light and we were now driving through shorter but steep sided waves. Even so we were now making good time.
We changed our course more westerly and we were running pretty much free and headed for the End of Stove Point. In protected waters the waves were about one foot and we were really moving we went past a can buoy like like a horse with a burr under his tail. The sandbar that runs off of stingray point has a place about a third the way out that is a little deeper and we cut through it with somebody yelling on the radio not to cut the buoy short. I think it was someone in one of the shore homes at the end of the point.
We were healing pretty good so we were able to slither over the bar without a bump. We sailed up the river a hundred yards rounded a day marker and headed into Fishing bay. I dropped the foresail and we came in on main and jib.
Then came the front and it blew in with a vengeance. Sand, leaves and shore dabre landed around us. We had eased the sheets and beat somewhat into the wind with a fair amount of sail flapping. When the first blast got through then headed on in not to far from anther boat and dropped both hooks.
Come morning we motored in to Ruark's Marina tide up along the face dock and spent a couple days talking to and eating with old friends we had sailed in company with for twenty years.
Everyone liked our new schooner rig. Cat yawl rigs in that part of the world were looked on with complete mistrust. Everyone always wanted to know why the boat didn't have a jib? Or I bet she'd be faster with a jib. Of course that's true most likely, as it's been my feeling that if you add more sail you go faster.
Of course that's a lot of the reason I like schooners and ketches. You can carry five sails on either one. A sloop sailor when told that, will always say WAAL, sure if you add more sail you'll go faster. Da
That exactly being my point, I never know what to say to that.

The canvas Lady says#17: By Doug Pollard, Read oldest posts First

Writing today wasn't in the cards. I spent the day working on our new little boat. So here's A little article I wrote a while back. My wife Georgene used to be the Canvas Lady when we were In Deltaville Va.

Now she is just a lady.

A small group gathered around the binnacle of Georgene Kate. Pollard’s namesake the Sailboat “Kate” and are sipping at steaming cups of coffee and feeling grateful for the protection from a cold March wind that is provided by Kate's Bimini and enclosure. We are not out on a sailing trip which tonight we are thankful for, but instead set up in the boatyard where we have all been working on our respective boats. The conversation is on boat repair, improvements and tired sore blistered hands.

Our daughter Tina sips her coffee in one hand and then taking the fingertip of the gloves of the other between her teeth and pulls. Reaching up to the aft end of the Bimini she strokes the soft leather along its edge and asks smiling, alright Canvas Lady how in the world does someone like me who doesn’t sew have any Idea how to buy a canvas job for my boat.

Yes, you've surely got a problem, The Canvas Lady replies but don't feel by you're lonesome. It’s a problem for me as well. I’ve been working with this stuff a long time and there are so many different materials and uses that we all put it to, that it's almost impossible to definitely say in every case what the best or worst really is.

Well, we all call it canvas. There is a canvas and then there is a canvas! Actually, almost none of the canvas in boat canvas is a canvas.

We should thank our lucky stars for that. Real canvas though it conjures up old-fashioned thoughts of hand-stitched sails, water buckets, and a thousand other articles out of our long nautical history is just that, history. Canvas rotted, mildewed, shrunk, stretched and required copious amounts of oil or wax to waterproof it, even a little. It was generally sewn with cotton and the threads had all the same failings.

It is possible today to construct fabric dodgers and such with nearly the strength of much heavier solid construction using modern fabrics and materials. Don’t believe it? Consider how to light a pilothouse or flying bridge construction has to be to allow your boat to right herself before the next comer hits her when she’s been bowled over to the gunnel by a wave.

Here are some things you should consider in purchasing canvas work, upholstery and cushions for your boat. Most of these things I am saying are an accumulation of opinions and ideas of several boat canvas shops whose opinions I respect. Some are my own.

This first statement may seem to fly in the face of good sense. A white top is not cooler! A dark-colored top absorbs more sunlight than a white one. Sure the material will get hotter but the sun's rays do not go through it to land on you. The white surface will reflect more light you say. That’s true but only about one third of the light reflects and almost all the rest goes right through. The farther south you go the more apparent this gets.

Where outdoor fabric are concerned I consider Sunbrella © the best for Bikinis, dodgers and weather cloths. It holds up for many years outlasting stitching and windows alike. If kept waterproofed it will keep you reasonably dry although a heavy downpour for an extended period will work its way through. The original factory waterproofing may last as long as five years but will need to be recoated about every year thereafter, a simple task with an aerosol can of commercially available waterproofing [ye-Gads keep it off the glass]

The color pacific blue is almost indestructible by ultraviolet for many years in even tropical sunlight. Most of the red colors fade and turn pink early on, although they seem to maintain their strength. As a reminder remember brown colors contain red pigment. There are other materials that look like Sunbrella and I have no experience with them as I consider saving a few pennies on an expensive piece of work not worth the risk. I personally would insist on Sunbrella on any canvas work. It’s a good idea to ask upfront.

Plastic coated fabrics generally don’t leak except were their sewing. Since they don’t breath they do usually mildew. It doesn’t seem to hurt the fabric but it is certainly a sorry sight and will spread below into the interior of your boat if you're not careful. Beware of removing the mildew with bleach, it destroys the stitching and it’s not cost-effective to restitch something brought to the shop all in pieces.

Many shops use seam binding along edges and around windows and such to cover up raw edges. This plastic product is usually the first thing to go on a Bimini or dodger, cracking and peeling, quickly making a four-year-old canvas job look ten. It also does not offer the strength that a turned and sew edge offers.

Since we are discussing edges I’d like to voice a personal prejudice. Today most shops use a hot knife to burn and seal edges rather than turn the edges under and sew them. It saves labor and of course money for them and the consumer. I have no evidence that this practice creates any problems or failures but there can be no doubt however that when the edges are turned under and sewn the doubled thickness of Sunbrella on both sides of the glass can hardly help but be stronger. Consider this also: Your boat builder went to a lot of trouble to build your boat with a beautiful finish, fine-looking stainless hardware and may have even trimmed it in exotic wood. Suppose he had left the hull and deck seam exposed for all to see it’s jagged edges.

There are a few shops around all over the world that do not back up fasteners with plastic window glass in between layers of cloth. Be wary of this practice your snaps, common sense or Lift A Dot fasteners will pull right through the material the first time they come under a strain. I consider this practice shoddy in the extreme.

What kind of thread to use? Gore-Tex thread or anti-wicking Polyester thread. It’s a well-known fact that the Gore-Tex thread is not anti-wicking. It allows water to run into the holes punched by the needle and in fact, actually invites it in. Now an occasional shot of waterproofing will stop this but will also collect dirt. Gore-tex will last about twice as long as polyester it is claimed. Most canvas shops have not used it long enough to know for sure it’s so, but it may well be. The downside is it’s expensive, about 15% of the cost of a Bimini or Dodger. If your going to the tropics Gore-Tex seems to make sense for a new Bimini. It should last about six years and then restitch with Polyester for about three more years. With a little luck, you may get ten years out of a canvas job. Of course, this depends on how fussy you are about looks. The other thing is that the thread usually has flat spots in it that are constantly changing the tension on the sewing machine as the thread goes through the tensioner. The stitching sometimes looks like a chicken has been scratching at it.

I would guess that even though initially Gore-Tex may be weaker than polyester but after a couple of years weathering polyester becomes weaker.

Glass is another subject that’s ripe for disagreement. What kind of clear plastic windows to use in your enclosure or windshield. Of course, if you don’t like my pinioning on this just ask anyone and you're sure to get a different one.

First to consider is 20 ml Ultra-violet resistant roll glass. Sorry stuff all will agree here. But on a small boat, it can be rolled uptight and doesn’t take up a lot of space. Thirty mils. Rolled glass holds up and looks better but only a little. Neither of these is very clear and does not last long. I once replace windows on a 16 ft runabout with heavier glass and to my dismay, the boat owner seemed disappointed. I guess it was too bulky for his small storage space? Even the professional doesn’t always know better than the folks using the boat that they need.

Thirty Mil. Sheet glass is great stuff for enclosure side windows and 40mil. It is even better for windshields and Biminis. This sheet stock can be counted on to last half again longer than the best-rolled glass and is clearer from the start. It’s reasonably stiff and holds up well in ultraviolet light. In the windows I make, I run the glass all the way out to the edges of the curtain or dodger. All the fasteners along the edges are run through the folded and sewn Sunbrella and through the 30 or 40 mill glass. The result is the fastener is mounted in 4 layers of Sunbrella plus glass. You will break the fastener before it pulls out.

The dodger on our sailboat ”Kate” was constructed in this fashion. It stood up to one hundred miles per hour winds during a hurricane and there was no damage to it at all. The wind blew directly from the bow. Of course, had it blown from the stern it may have been a different story. Who knows?

Polycarbonate glass is nearly distortion-free and wonderfully clear and is stiff. On the negative side, it can’t be rolled up and is not scratch resistant. It cracks if whipped about in the strong wind. It is used on powerboat flying bridges where it can be raised up to the overhead and fastened without the need for rolling. Some Say this material does not hold up well in sunlight. Others claim it works well except when covered with a scratch-resistant coating in which case it soon looses clarity.

I personally have little experience with this material. These windows are usually large to fit flying bridges on large powerboats and they take up to much space in my small shop. I am aware that Polycarbonate is what Lexan is made of and this product although strong, does not hold up well when exposed to constant sunlight.

Windows made of any of the above materials should never be cleaned with any product containing ammonia. The ever-popular Windex, although great for real glass is one of those that is said to be deadly to some plastic windows.

Custom canvas shops cannot usually compete on price with the manufactures of production made Biminis. To make one piece of anything cost many times of that one piece made in a production run of thousands. The canvas work on very small boats are often aluminum framed and are adequate for light use. Never, ever should they be left up to weather storms. They are just not strong enough to stand up to thunder squall wind gusts. Canvas work of this kind is generally considered throwaway canvas and can be purchased at retail marine stores at very reasonable prices.

Bimini and dodger bows are the skeletons of your canvas work. It cost very little more to make them of one-inch diameter stainless tubing instead of the often-used seven eighths The tubing costs about the same with the fittings only cost a little more. Because of this I only use one inch with the exception of Bimini's for really small boats where the smaller tubing looks more fitting

The fittings that attach to the deck mounts should have wired on pull pins for easy removal when stripping your boat for hurricanes.

Lighter frames that give under wind pressure cause canvas to tighten on one side and go loose on the other, flapping and fluttering. Slack canvas is not long for this world.

You will want to remove your Bimini or dodger on occasion for repair so the top part of the bows should go through zipper pockets so that you do not have to take the frame apart for resewing back at the canvas shop.

It is absolutely essential that the bows be curved across the top so that the canvas will not hold water. Any pocket forming in the top and collecting water will get deeper and hold even more water. I like to see the two middle bows higher on Biminis than the forward and aft bows for the same purpose. This is not essential if there is enough bow in the top.

All your canvas will be held down to the boat with fasteners. I like Lift A Dot fasteners for this purpose. But have used snaps in cases where they suited better. There are times when Common sense fasteners work better than any other. A case of this is when the canvases pull is straight up on the Lift A Dot stud rather than pulling sideways to it. These fasteners do not do well under this circumstance nor could it be expected to. It was never designed for that kind of service.

Snaps are much stronger than most give them credit for as long as the pull is sideways to the snap.

The other fastener not to be forgotten is the zipper. Plastic zippers are far superior to the metal as long as sunlight is kept off of them. Metal zippers corrode unless they are stainless (BIG bucks here) and the first time you jerk one to break it loose a tooth pops out and that’s usually the end of it. The plastic sliders last longer as they don’t corrode as does metal.

No zipper works well unless it’s lubricated. Plastic or metal teeth should be coated with something like WD 40, silicons or petroleum jelly.

Under no circumstance except canvas work from any canvas shop unless the zippers are covered by a flap or some means of keeping the sun off of them. The same is doubly true of Velcro. I would only use Velcro in direct sunlight when there is just no other way. Those little tiny hooks quickly go brittle and break off when exposed to direct ultraviolet rays, often in as little as a year. It’s great stuff below decks where it is protected from direct or reflected sunlight.

Where canvas chafe against the wood, fiberglass and more especially rope protection is needed for both. Split cowhide in the form of apron leather is the most popular. It provides protection and at the same time a finished craftsman-like look. But there are other uses, handrails on dodgers and steering wheels are often covered with this soft luxurious feeling material On a boats wheel it provides a sure grip and protection for the hands from cold stainless steel. It is impossible not to touch a leather-covered steering wheel

For saloon cushions, let's take a look at colors first. If you spend long periods languishing about in your boat warmed by a cabin heater during winter months and reading good books, there is nothing so comforting as warms reds, yellows, and browns. Summer months in the cool colors of green and blue can be pleasant but possibly less time is spent below at that time of year. If you are a world cruiser spending months at sea, what a wonderful thing it is to carry the familiar tones of brown earth with you. These combinations of Reds and yellows will cradle and worm your soul while crossing a sea of blue, green and sky blue above. We may love the sea but our home is ashore even for those who cruise to distant lands. After all the ultimate goal is to find land.

Cotton fabrics look wonderful but they don’t work well aboard a boat. Much better is polyester, polypropylene, Nylon, and Olefin. Of course, they need some kind of moister resistant coating to keep out spills and the damp air of the ocean.

I consider again (I.E. Sunbrella) the best. It’s an acrylic-blend comes in many patterns and colors and is made in many different textures.

A really luxurious interior is Ultrasuede if you can fit it into your budget. It’s not cheap by anyone’s standards but it’s washable and feels so good. The amazing thing is that it never looks pretentious in any setting. After a hard day driving into rolling seas, it is wonderful to spread out on soft cushions covered in this suede-like material.

Buttons help to keep the fabric from sliding on the foam cushions but there are other ways of achieving the same thing. Welting around the edges helps as does really well-fitting covers that are cut slightly smaller than the foam they go onto. To lie down on the main salon settee and have buttons poking you in the back will cause you to go to a bunk and get a blanket to lie on.

There are embossed plastics that don’t stick to the backs of bare legs when you get up. Some are made so as to resemble cloth and most are hard to distinguish from the real thing. Great where there are children or pets aboard. They wear well but because of the textured surface may need to be scrubbed with a brush when cleaning. Beware though of setting down with that forgotten putty knife in your pocket, you will have a gash in a cushion that cannot be repaired. Make sure you have extra material to replace a torn seat top with. You will not be able to buy more that will match exactly, your color.

Well made covers will increase the life of your foam cushions as well as the covers themselves, so have it done right if possible.

Foam is an absolutely wonderful place to save a few dollars and pay and pay and pay. Save a buck here and it will poke you in the butt or back every time you sit or lay down. Don’t use the very soft 1.5 lb. Foam. Most shops use 2 1/4 lb. With about 35 lb. compression strength it’s really good for cushions in your main salon. Softer backrests are great but may cost more as your upholsterer might have to purchase more foam instead of being able to get seats and backs out of the same sheet of foam.

Old fashioned Foam Rubber or latex is probably the best for the Captain and first mates bunk among all the foams. It comes about 5 !/2 inches thick and is wonderful to sleep on, as your hips never bump the bottom. The second choice is one of the stiffer foams such as 2 ¼ lb or six-inch Ultacell high resilience foam.

If you have a high overhead you can hardly get foam for your every night sleeping berth to thick. Remember also that a really soft bunk is hot. You sink to far into it. For cool comfort better to lie on top.

Many boat owners with large aft cabins are buying household mattresses cut to fit their boat bunk. This runs about the same price as real latex foam. All I’ve talked to seem happy with these innerspring mattresses. I guess the steel springs rust in time though it doesn't seem to be a problem in the short run. I know one couple has had one for maybe 5 years.

Cockpit cushions are a real love-hate proposition. They get wet, usually take forever to dry and there is a storage problem. With plastic covers, they stay dry a little longer and wet forever. The closed-cell foam stays dry but is generally hard as a brick to set on. Dry fast foam is my choice you can spray a garden hose straight through it and air goes through as well. When covered with Sun-Sure the cushions will dry in about a half a day if stood on edge The only problem being that they need to be fairly thick. The older dry fast foam was very soft and you hit bottom even with four-inch thickness and that was a major drawback. Today it comes much denser but I doubt that you can get as thin as two inches and still have a comfortable seat.

The sun-sure covering looks a great deal like nylon window screen but comes in a verity of colors, patterns and mesh size. These thicker cushions can be left outside if finding a place to store them is a problem. Just be sure they can’t blow away. Other products of this kind are textelen , sheer weave and Ultraweve that is used as window sun shades in boats and Rv’s. Cushions of this type are not slippery when wet so you are in less danger of falling when standing on them.

Acrylic covering is stained by the sun tan lotions we all need to wear for protection from today’s high ultraviolet sunlight. These stains are permanent.

I like to fasten cushions in place with snaps mounted in short straps that are sewn at both ends. You can reach your finger into the strap and press the snap onto it’s mating part.

The most luxurious piece of equipment on a boat of any kind, power or sail, is the full-length awning. On hot summer days, it provides shade for the entire boat and crew. It saves the topside gel coat, brightwork, canvas, cushions, and people. Yes, it even takes the strain off the air conditioner. Old-time buy boat captains and riverboat captains knew this and they all had one on board. Putting into port they quickly set them up as does Bahamian island traders of today.

We have a material today that makes these awnings even more practical then they have ever been. It’s called Stamoid. It is light strong and waterproof. This product carries a guarantee of five years. An Awning for a 40 ft boat can be rolled into a small bundle because it is so thin and then stuffed into a small locker. It is light so there will be no strained backs. This material is about double the cost of Sunbrella but because it is light and strong it saves some on labor though nowhere the difference in cost. A big plus is that since awnings are only used in the summertime they should last for many years thus greatly reducing their cost per year.

Properly rigged they will catch rainwater filling your tanks and they are a lot cheaper than a water maker.

On occasion, I have seen powerboats in the Bahamas sporting full-length awnings looking much like a political gathering aboard the old presidential yacht Sequoia. I have never understood why awnings have fallen from favor on powerboats don’t have them. So very elegant they are!

I personally am willing to cover most anything on a boat to protect them from the elements, but there are drawbacks in overdoing it. Consider that six coats of varnish scuffed up with sandpaper and lightly re-varnished a couple of times a year will last twenty years out in the mid-Atlantic states sun. I’m not sure how the labor involved stacks up against having to remove so much canvas and replace it again every time you go for a sail. If you have intricately carved teak, as do some boats built in the Far East it is surly practical to cover these carvings. I have found that boats that take more than about fifteen minutes to get underway are almost never used for that sundown cruise after work. What a pitty!

Used reasonably, canvas as protection for brightwork can save a lot of work and expense. How much to cover has to be decided by the owner

Dodgers, Bimini and enclosures though not cheap in themselves are a real bargain when you

consider the cost of added living space aboard your boat. Sticking with a well-canvassed 35 ft. boat as compared to stepping up to a 45 ft. boat to get space and comfort can easily pay for that long sought after the cruise to the Caribbean.

Finishing her Monolog, Georgene said, Sorry folks if I’ve talked your ears off. I guess you shouldn’t have gotten me started though, you know?

One member of the group stretching and groaning as we all stood said we splash in the morning so I guess it’s bedtime. Our guests worked their way down the ladder to the ground, pairing off they all headed for their boats.

The Canvas Lady and I stood on deck high above the ground watching a ship make its way down the Chesapeake Bay. It’s lights flickered in the clear, crisp and cool night. Hit by a gust of wind we each felt a chill. We moved into our cockpit and lay basking in the heat coming up out of our cabin. The little diesel heater below was doing its job. We watched the lights going out, one by one, in our neighbor's boats.

It would be over an hour before we woke up to go below to our bunk. We closed the hatch as there didn't seem many points in heating the cockpit with no one up there.

The End

Sailboats fair and Fine#16: read oldest posts first

We had stopped at the dock and took on fuel to the tune of three gallons. A couple bags of ice and we were all set for a few days. While there I put the mast, centerboard and rudder to the Dyer Dingy. A wonderful little sailing dingy though not strong enough to be left tied to a dingy dock with twenty other boats banging into it. We had learned a long time ago to pull her ashore. She if not beat up by other boats was likely as not to windup under a dock. Being so lightly built an incoming tide and a few boat wakes would wreck her surely. The other thing we did was to leave her on a long painter and that way all the other dingies would be pulled in front of her on short lines. Those boats kept ours from getting under the dock and no one ran into her as she was out of the way. All the years we owned her about fifteen in all nobody stole the rigging. Pretty amazing I think, considering all the places we took her.
The tide was now to our liking as it was about slack and would soon becoming in.
Parrot creek where we were going is shallow so we didn't want to get their on a complete high or low tide. Either one could be a problem and if we had an unusual high one which was likely after all the easterly wind we cold wind up setting on top a bar for a month waiting for another high tide. If we should get there at high tide we'd go in with our depth finder down. About four foot of center board sticking out Woftrap's bottom.
Our batteries were getting low, evidence a sluggishness in starting the engine. ( would have to be more careful with that). With that in mind we headed out motoring. Here is an unhappy thought. The screw we wound up with on Woftrap was not exactly right. The engine was only coming up to twenty eight hundred RPM's she was designed to run at thirty six hundred tops. At that lower speed we weren't getting full horse power out of her but worse than that she was blowing some black smoke. We'd come to regret that.
The wind had backed around to a light breeze from the South West. We hoisted the foresail sheeted her in and was soon motor sailing at six knots.
In about an hour we were off Parrot's creek and ready to head in. Wanting to be pretty coming in I hoisted sail and slowed the engine, leaving it run slow.
Every where we went with her we caused a stir and for me that's no small thing. The folks in this little shallow creek were not used to having sailboats of any size come in. They were very appreciative and came down to the boat landing to look at Wolftrap. Oyster shucker's at the oyster house must have been on break they stood on the dock point at us and talking. We were anchored in about four feet of water. We let the engine run another hour. The propeller always spun slowly while in in neutral so Wolftrap needed to be anchored between two anchors if the engine was to be run for charging batteries. She would run to the ends of the to anchor rodes and set there.
“Oh Thank you so much for coming into my creek and I hoped you will keep her here from now on” a lady who lived just across the creek said. Georgene, Replied well thank you,” but we will be leaving in a few days. Oh I'm so sorry but I'll tell you what, I'll will have a dinner party on the patio and you will be my backdrop. She wrote down everything Georgene told her about Wolftrap so that she could tell her guests.

Our Son, daughter in law and grandchildren lived a couple miles down the road so we set off walking. The lady didn't offer us a ride and beeped the horn and waved as she passed us on the road
We had a couple nice days with the kids and took a little time one day to explore the creek in the dink. We followed a small meandering gut that went through marshlands and small hills on all sides. Cranes, red wing black birds, geese, and ducks seemed to ignore us as we made our way. A little way off there was the crashing through the woods of a hound who let us know where he was by baying as he went. Figuring we had interrupted the daily lives of enough wild life we headed back to the boat. Each of us took an oar and practiced the art of tandem stroking of the water. While setting backwards. Georgene had one arm in a sling so only had one hand to pull an oar. I rowed with one hand to. With a light breeze behind us it didn't take too long to get to the boat.
We bought oysters at the shucking house and hung around watching the women shucking oysters a little while. They carried on a steady banter about one thing or another. A fair amount of it being about this fellow or that with a lot of somewhat dirty sounding giggling and laughing. Sure made a fella glad he'd never been out with any of them because there is no telling what they might say, for the amusement of all.
Our daughter Elaine, being a tidewater gal fried us all oysters for dinner. they were golden brow, moist and just right. I'll be John Brown if they weren't good.
We would be leaving tomorrow so the kids would see us off in the morning. We spent the night with the kids and let Wolftrap fend for herself. It felt pretty good to sleep in a real bed.

Sailboats Fair and fine#15; READ OLDEST POSTS FIRST

We rolled out about eight in the morning. I was pretty chilly so I started a fire in the little cabin heater and crawled back under the covers and backed up to Georgene who pushed me away and fussed at me for getting in bed and freezing her. In a little bit we could feel warm air coming into the forward cabin. In a moment Georgene got up and put the coffee on the cabin heater. There's not a lot of tide in Urbana Creek so we were laying into the wind. The breeze kind of medium was somewhat variable in direction, it was swinging from North east to east and back.
An elderly Deltaville schooner Captain named Edmond Ruark away back when I was about thirty couple years ago told me that, “If the wind blows out of the North East and it doesn't rain it will never rain again”
"Georgene," I said.
Absently she said, “Yes”
“Georgene,” I said again,
“What, Douglas, “ and I could here the pages of her book flipping shut.
“We're gonna get wet today, It's going to rain.”
I heard the hatch open and then close and she said, “No, it's not cloudy at all.”
We dingied ashore and walked to the Urbana drug store and its double horse shoe lunch counter was full of people. “Coffee y'all?” a middle aged lady inquired of us.
“Yes mam,” I answered.
She turned in the swivel chair and said to the waitress, “Laura these folks need a hot cup of coffee.”
"Hi y'all, want'em fer here," she said with a big toothy smile.
“Two please,” I answered.
A fella got up and offered Georgene a seat and she tried to talk him into setting back down. He'd have none of it so she took his offer, thanking him. Didn't look like anyone was going to offer me one so him and stood drinking coffee.

A fellow walked through the door and said. “Wee, it's raining already. And all heads swiveled to look out the big front window as though they never had seen rain before. One lady said sure is, and someone else said yep sure is.
George turned to me and said, “How did you know it was gonna rain.”
“Captain Ruark, told me,” I said grinning.
“You know, Captain Ruark? By the way I'm Dan that's ma little boy Danny right there”. Danny half stood and grabbed my hand in his and eagerly shook me all over. He was about six four and three hundred pounds and playful as a puppy.
I told them all, Ed's saying. They all smiled knowing smiles. One said , ”He's one that would know for sure.”
“Yeah Capt. Ed knows about all there is come sailing a schooner. I sailed with him when I was a youngun about like him, cept maybe a hundred pound sack of potatoes lighter. That was the, Schooner Columbia F.C, we was on and she was the fastest schooner around in them days.” Dan's head was moving up and down as though he was agreeing with himself.
“Capt. Ruark, was about the best they was when it comes to dead reckoning. Believe me I know cause we had a lot of Schooner captains over to, Christfield, where I come from."

"The Schooner was tied up at Pratt and light street aside the Steam boat, Smoky Joe ferry“Now it was one foggy night when we left out of Baltimore. It was in the middle of the night in the middle of January an in the middle of the channel.” Dan laughed at his own little joke and we all laughed with him. By now we were all leaning forward listening. It was pretty obvious that Dan is the local teller of stories.
“There was a North Easter blowing and a little snow was coming down through the fog. We sailed right down the, Pottapsico River, and out in the bay past, Seven Foot. Knoll The fog was so thick you couldn't see the end of the bow sprite.

"I asked, Captain how are we ever gonna get through this fog?"
"Why, dead reckoning of course, Replied the Captain."
"They weren't no bay bridge there at Annapolis in them days Ya know. Any ways we sailed all day and you couldn't see noth'en. There was ice on the sails and rigging.' Now y'all can believe me them old fog horns was sounding, you couldn't tell where they was coming from in all that fog. We sure wasn't in the channel cause the whole way we never did see any buoys. Feeling a little concern, I again said if we don't soon see a buoy how the heck we gonna know where we are Captain. Captain ED again said, Why dead reckoning of course. We was all straining our eyes looking to be sure we didn't run over noth'en. The fog was so thick the sun didn't even shine through and I swear if you stood up forward you could hear the bow cutting through the fog.” A snicker went around the counter and little Danny slapped his ham hock of a hand on his leg and roared, we all laughed at him.

“After another couple of pretty scary hours Capt ED said Dan lets get the sail off'er and be quick. We'll tie up to the stake in the middle of the creek till morning' Captain Ruark barked forward at us. The sails was doused and I went up on the bow and stood . Captain Ed, yelled tie'er up. I said Captain they ain't noth'en I don't see no stake."
"Put your hand out there and I did and sure enough I grabbed hold of that stake and took a line aroun'er. I said in surprise Captain How the heck did you know it was there and he said, Why dead reckoning of course."
"Dan reared back on his heels shook his head back and forth and said now they ain't nobody knows a better Captain Ruark tale than that." Everybody busted out laughing and all stood up and clapped.
"Danny get up from there Dan said quickly. Folks I was gonna tell a story on my little women but she's coming across the street now an I don't want her to catch me talking about her, she will beat the tar out a me."
A little tiny women stuck her head in the door and yelled "High everybody I'll see y'all at the oyster festival gotta git home, Come on Dan, Danny lets git."

Sailboats fair and fine#14: Read oldest posts first

Sometime in the morning I awoke to the slap, slap sound of waves hitting the hull. I raised on one elbow, pulled the curtain aside on the elongated port light to see what was going on. The sun was not up yet but there was the morning greyness all around, with just the faintest touch of gold in the eastern sky. Then another work boat came by. It was a local water man named Talmage. I started to get up but eased back instead to my bunk and was off to dream land in a hurry.

The next thing I knew it was light inside the boat and I could hear and smell coffee brewing and bacon frying. Georgene was setting on the stool at the stove reading a book. I lay there a few minutes watching the intentness with which she read. I remember thinking one time that every young man that wants to mess around on boats first needs a young lady. Not just any good looking gal but one that likes to read. Don't matter whether she likes boats or not. She needs to be a good sport and like to read. During those moments when you watch a calm sea, a seagull diving or swooping along a wave top she'll be reading You may even be listening to a dog bark on a somewhat distant shore, she'll be reading. If you take the girl along that doesn't read she'll be talking. Oh yes give me the girl that reads every time and all the better if she likes to read to you. Nothing makes a man feel more like a king then setting in the cockpit of his boat sipping coffee or a sundowner while being read to in the softness of a feminine voice. So sweet!

I made my morning trip to the head for a quick pee. That's the trouble with an Anchorage where you can't pee off the stern because there is houses everywhere. Shaking the thing over the transom is every bit as satisfying as cutting down a tree to my mind.

I took my coffee out to the cockpit and studied my world. In a few minutes my eggs and bacon was handed to me with buttered toast made over the stove.

In about an hour I started up the engine went forward with the engine idling in forward. I took in the excess anchor line as we motored over top of it. I made the anchor line around a cleat and said Georgene she looked up from her book and I waved my hand in a circle with three fingers sticking up and pointed the direction I wanted to go in. The boat came over the anchor and pulled it out and I held up my hand and pointed out and a round to head out as I then started pulling the anchor in. I grabbed up the boat hook and laid the anchor over the hook under the Bow sprite. She ran the boat out of the creek and headed out to the bay. I went below and got us another cup of coffee and we were on our way to the old town of Urbana on the Rappahanock River. We motored along slowly at about half throttle. We dropped over a couple of spoons on our fishing rods and trolled them along. It was a beautiful morning the sun was high enough to not be right in our eyes. As we rounded stingray point on the wrong side,a thing we could do with our shallow draft we watched a Menhaden ship with its accompaniment of open boats take in a what must have been five tons of fish. The old ship was one of the last world war one Submarine chasers still left in the fleet. She was really handsome in her own way . Long and slender and built for speed. She was painted Grey that to me seemed so very fitting. We motored along slow and finally in early after noon we went under the Rapahanock River Bridge. Just about that time we snagged a fish .and I reeled him in. He was a late blue fish. I took in the other rod as one fish was all we need for tonight's supper. I would guess he weighed seven pounds. I put him live in the cooler.

A slight breeze cold and moist came in from the east so we hoisted sail and was soon sailing along about three knots. There was a wall of fog rolling in behind us that looked to be about a thousand feet high. As we sailed west we could see that it was slowly catching up. We put on heavier cloths and hats. It wasn't long before I went below and put on long underwear. We were just out of summer and I guess our blood was thin. The dampness didn't help any. In a few minutes Georgene came out with long underwear showing around her collar and foul weather gear on and she was carrying mine. We changed into boots and gloves next. The temperature was in the mid to upper forties and that's cold when you still wearing your summer blood. We fired up the engine again in a vein attempt to stay in front of the fog. Before we got to the creek it caught us. I had taken a bearing on the harbor mouth and we headed for it. We took down the sails and motored very slowly using the Loran and the boats tied in their slips along the west shore. They are easy to follow as the white hulls make them more visible than the brush and trees on the east bank.

After a bit I figured we were in the middle of the creek right off ED Hurley's marina. A spot that held a little romance for me. This was the spot where I had back in the 1950's moored my Hershoff 18 for about five years.

We dropped the hook and started making coffee. In a few minutes somebody said hey “Wolftrap, Wolftrap I wouldn't anchor there.” Georgene, half shouted, “Look come here look.” I had no idea what she saw but when I looked aft there was the gas doc ten feet behind us. In a very short time the waterman would be coming in to unload at the dock With the fog they were most likely coming in the creek now. It wasn't a problem because they wouldn't likely run over us but I sure would be embarrassed to have them catch me anchoring right in front of the dock. We got a way and re anchored just as five boats came to the doc. And four others circled around. One of them came close by and yelled, "Hey Doug don't ya know no better'en to anchor on top the dock."

"How'ed you know," I yelled back.

"Ed called out on the radio and told us to be careful cause some yachty was anchored almost right on the dock."

When the time would come to go back to Deltaville I knew I was going to catch it, because the story would be something like I anchored on the dock and couldn't start my engine and half the fleet had to circle around for an hour in the fog.

That blue fish was good. Didn't have any lemon so we poured a little jigger of white wine on him when he was frying. Holy cow! Was that a meal?