A Winter's Ponderings

"You'd be well on your way, if you could only set sail..."
                             -Kenny Loggins

Long nights, short days, water too hard to sail in, and an off-season maintenance punchlist with an emphasis on sanding, sanding, more sanding and refinishing leaves me with lots of time to think.

    (I’m not entirely sure this is a good thing- ed.)

     As I sand cockpit grates, cockpit tables and companionway doors preparatory to their semi-annual renewal coat of varnish, and consider new projects that will turn big pieces of wood into smaller pieces of wood and large piles of sawdust,  I find myself pondering: 

    Why do I do this, this varnishing thing? 

    Why don’t I use that newfangled synthetic, fast-drying, easy to apply, orangey-looking stuff that so many sailors swear by, that requires only two coats, and a lot less sanding?   It would take so much less time, and it works almost as well, and it looks almost the same and… 

…and it ain’t right.

    As I was laying down the finish coat, watching the varnish bring the grain to life, I realized that there is something zen about varnish.  The smell, the feel , the magic as it goes on, the connection to dozens of generations of boatkeepers who have gone before ,  doing the same off-season refinishing job, and likely asking themselves “Why?”

  Varnish is about keeping the fire.

  To me, that is a big part of the appeal of sailing:

  We're keeping the fire.

   But that fire grows a little dimmer, every year.

    Here’s what I mean:

    For millennia, sailing vessels were constructed of wood, with sails and lines of natural fibre, caulked and sealed with vile tarrish concoctions boiled over a fire from ingredients fit for neither man nor beast.  Legend says that any brew too thin to seal wooden boats was re-marketed to the pub trade under the brand name Guinness, and any goop too thick to caulk a hull was jarred and sold as Marmite.

(Hey, watch it! I like Marmite! – ed.)

    For centuries the traditions were handed down, from wright to wright and boatswain to boatswain, and while there was advancement in design, materials and construction methods stayed pretty much the same.    A 15^th century boatbuilder would have gotten along pretty well in an early 20^th century boatyard, since the tools and techniques hadn’t changed much. 

    Aboard, the same pattern held true.  Lanterns and lamps dimly lit the way for centuries, flags were the only option for communication beyond range of voice and navigation was an arcane art of sun shots and celestial scrutiny.

       The fire was kept, the torch passed, from one generation to the next.

      Then, in a span of less than five decades, the world of small boats saw more technological advancement than had been seen in the entirety of the past five millennia.

   Within the last half of the 20^th century, fiberglass had virtually replaced wood as the material of choice for production boat building.  Aluminum had virtually replaced wood for construction of spars, electric lighting had virtually replaced lanterns and lamps, radio had virtually replaced signal flags and Loran, and then chartplotters, virtually replaced the sextant and dead reckoning.

    The  great naval architect L. Francis Herreshoff might have denigrated fiberglass as “frozen snot,” …but it turned out to be very successful snot indeed.

    Thanks to snot, boats could be built faster, with less skilled labour, requiring less maintenance.

    The upside was that sailing became a more accessible option for the everyman. 

    The downside was that the fire dimmed.

    Skills that had been passed down for generations, from sailor to sailor, became, first, quaint,…

   … and then forgotten.

    Quick, how many of us carry a full complement of signal flags aboard?  How many of us have caulking irons and mallets in our tool bags?

     How many of us know what caulking irons are?

     Now, don’t get me wrong- I love the reduced maintenance and longer lifespan of fiberglass hulls and alloy spars and synthetic sails, and I think my radio and chartplotter are wonderful tools to have aboard.  I appreciate that I DON’T have to keep caulking irons and mallets in my toolbag…

     … however, I draw the line at slathering the wood on my craft with some synthetic that is cheaper, and easier, and faster and almost the same, if you squint.

          See, I figure there is magic in boat work, a purity of process, an adventure of design and construction that envelopes the senses- the sound of the saw, the sight of brightwork glistening, the smell of varnish... it is poetry.

       Or maybe it’s just fumes.

       Whatever it is, it ain’t much, but I’m keeping the flame, as best I can.



"Talk the Dock!"

We ROCK! and We Rock the Liebster!!

"Havin' fun!"
        -B-52s


I've been saving this momentous post for a momentous occasion.

"What makes this post momentous, and why now?"  Faithful Reader asks.

Because this is the 300th Dock Six Chronicle.

As of December 10th, our (mis)adventures have had more than 200 000 views.

*insert polite applause here.*

Thanks to all of you who take the time to give us a read.




And, most momentously, our friends Dan and Jaye, the pirates behind the  Life Afloat blog, flattered the D6C by honouring us with a Liebster Award nomination.

The Award, alas, comes with no cash prize, no trophy, but it DOES come with the warm fuzzy feeling that at least one fellow scribbler thinks your scribbles are worth reading.

Dan and Jaye explain the Liebster Award:

"So here's what it is about:  bloggers recognizing other bloggers.  The Liebster Award is a project that promotes the discovery of new blogs.  If you're selected for the "award", you must answer some questions given to you by the blog that selected you, and then also choose other blogs for the award and give them some questions to answer. "



Right, then.

So, here's our Q and A....

What got you started on boats/sailing/cruising?

   I hated golf.

    I’m not kidding!  My hatred of golf at the age of 9 led me to become the sailor that I am today.

       Before I became an eccentric adult, I was a weird kid-  I was hard to motivate, had, and needed, few friends, was happy to sit and read all day. The arrival of summer vacation caused my parents no little frustration,  as i had no desire to do anything except nothing, which, clearly, was not an option, apparently.

      My parents were, and still are, avid golfers.  When summer vacation arrived, my parents signed me up for “golf camp” at the club, aka “daycare for avid golfers.”

     I hated it.  

     I did discover, however, that I could eat all I wanted in the clubhouse... for free.  All I had to do was sign the bill with my parents’  membership number!  WIN!  So, mom and/or dad would drop me off, I’d slump toward the first tee, and as soon as I could, I beelined for the clubhouse and had my first burger or hot dog of the day.  I quickly got caught, however,  and my parents, smart and empathetic enough to realize that the  links life was not for me, asked me how I would prefer to fill my summer. 

     Me? I’m 9!  I don’t want to do anything!

     The ‘rents made it clear I had to do something, and started rhyming off  pastime possibilities- Daycamp?  No. Arts camp? No.  Sailing school?  No.  Wait.  Maybe.  I’ll try it.

 So, Monday morning, we head down the road to the local sailing club, and Mom signs me up for two weeks, and in short order I step aboard one of the school’s Alcan Petrel dinghies and...

....I was hooked.  Instantly and forever.  

    Realizing I was finally onboard with SOMETHING, my parents got onboard as well.  A cheque was quickly written for the rest of the summer sessions, and the following spring I took proud possession of a Mirror dinghy, and by the time i was 12 had worked through all of the CYA White Sail, Bronze Sail and Silver Sail requirements.

  Then, I discovered girls, and motorcycles, and cars and engines, and didn’t sail a boat for over 25 years.

   Flash forward to 2008.  SWMBO, descended from Viking stock,  from an avid boating family, the daughter of a boating magazine editor, had never sailed...

    ... Until she attended a corporate retreat in San Diego in March of that year.  One of the team building exercises was a dinghy regatta on Mission Bay.  SWMBO loved it!  She fired me an enthusiastic email, and opined that acquiring a sailboat would not be a horrible idea.  I had a solid employment bonus coming at the end of the quarter, so by the time SWMBO got off the plane from California, I had lined up a half dozen boats ofr us to tour over the next week.  By the end of April, we took stewardship of a Georgian 23 Whiskeyjack-  Six season later, we acquired NextBoat, our  soon to be renamed S2 8.0C.  The rest is modern  history, chronicled in the Chronicles.

What was your life like, pre-boat?  What did you do for recreation?

Pre-boat, I wrote a little, did the occasional home improvement project at Stately Jones Manor, restored old Volkswagens and motorcycles, drank beer.   Boats and boatbuilding replaced the VWs and motorcycles, until recently, kinda.  I have acquired a small collection of vintage mopeds which have kinda brought me partly back around to my wheeled transportation mania.  Why mopeds?  Great question.  More on that in later editions of the Chronicles.

What's the most unlikely thing you currently have aboard?

     One thing about summering aboard a smallish boat that is relatively new (to us), is that we try to keep our payload aboard fairly stripped down.  The most unlikely thing aboard?  The liftgate  net from a 1997 Ford Aerostar, which makes a decent low-buck gear hammock.

    Tell us about your first night at anchor.

     Confession time- it was actually this season.  While we are seasonal liveaboards, we largely day sail.

     (Insert horrified gasps here)

      Due to work obligations, in the past we simply haven’t had the schedule flexibility to cruise extensively.  This season we decided to simply sail across the bay and anchor out at the end of Long Point. 
      
     The night was largely uneventful.  

     The morning after- not so much. 

      It was a relatively short passage, and the anchorage, as always, was pleasant and attractive.  There was the typical Lake Erie square 2-4’ chop, not uncomfortable with enough scope, but  a little unpredictable.  It took a while before I stopped obsessing over the depth finder and chart plotter, and shoresighting to ensure we weren’t dragging.  We swam, explored the beach,  ate a wonderful dinner (as dinners always are aboard) saluted the sunset with tumblers of rum-based beverages, read and retired.  SWMBO and I lay in the aft cabin admiring the stars through the overhead hatch, drowsing to the sound of the breeze in the standing rigging, and attempting to ignore the random *ting* of the shackle on the small Danforth hanging on the sternrail.

     About oh dark thirty, the rolling stopped.  The absence of motion roused me from my slumber and I climbed into the cockpit.   

    The wind had clocked halfway around, and the anchorage was now baby’s- bottom smooth.   We hadn’t dragged, (good)  but the sky was becoming overcast to the west (not so good).  I made the decision to relax in the cockpit and watch the dawn.    I took in a reef on our main, figuring we might need it come morning. 

    We did. 

   Dawn broke beautifully in the east, but dark skies and heavy wind gusts from the west weren’t bringing good news.   I made the decision to rouse SWMBO and we opted for a hasty departure.  

   Then things got interesting. More later.

If money were no object, what addition/change would you make to your present boat?

   SWMBO and I are lucky- we are satisfied with a simple “low wake” life aboard, and have been lucky enough to have hit the boat ownership lottery with NextBoat- there is very little that we feel a desperate need to change, or  a want for gear  which would be hugely expensive to either fix, modify or add.  One chore on the winter refit list is to add a larger holding tank and rework the head layout to make it more usable. An autopilot and diesel heater may be on the 2015 installation list- more detail later, as it happens.

Aside from finances (we all have that issue), how has boat life changed you?

     It has taught us new skills and refined skills we already had.   Our small life has brought SWMBO and I closer together, and at the same time made us more independent. 

Most bloggers have a story about someone they met through their blog, or an amusing connection or opportunity that happened because of their blogging ... what's yours?

I have met some interesting people and created some great friendships through my scribblings, and the wonderful band of fellow reprobates who read it.  Last season SWMBO and I tied up on the pier for Friday the 13^th,  and soon the pier , and the town, were packed with upwards of 100 000 people.  Throughout the day we had been trading nods and waves with  the hordes of folks  walking along the pier, and late in the morning one couple walks past the boat , dude does a doubletake,  stops and says , “Hey,  you’re Dock Six!  I recognize half your face!  We just bought a boat!’  We talk a little and they move on.  Flash forward to early November:  NextBoat is on the hard in the Bridge Yards yard, and SWMBO and I take a Sunday afternoon to offload gear and winterize.  We step into the cockpit and I look over to the boat beside us, Where another couple is also doing last minute boatwork, and this time it is my turn to do a double take- it is the same couple we met on Friday the 13^th.

   

Give us a link to your most popular blog post.

http://docksixchronicles.blogspot.ca/p/low-buck-files.html

And to one that you think deserves a wider audience.

http://docksixchronicles.blogspot.ca/2012/07/imma-get-little-sentimental-for-minute.html

and now, here's our call out:

Chip, at Sailing Fortuitous

Bob, at Small Boat Projects

and last but never least, Wally at LiveBloggin' the ICW

Here's your interview questions:

What cruising destinations are on your sailing bucket list?

What piece of gear onboard did you purchase in the belief it would be essential, yet has hardly been used?

What was your longest passage?

What has been your scariest, "I'm gonna die!"  moment?

What tools do you keep aboard?

What has been your most satisfying sailing accomplishment?

How has your sailing life changed you?

Are you sailing your perfect boat?  if not, what would you change?

Link your most popular blog post.

Link your personal favourite blog post.

Thanks again, for taking time to spend some time with us, down here on the Dock.

and remember,

"Talk the Dock!"

Up The River, But Not Up The Creek, Part One

"...in the face of a hurricane west wind..."
                                  -Gordon Lightfoot




  This time last week, the temperature was below freezing, and the first snow of the season was flying.

   Today, the snow is gone and the temp is positively balmy, but we are getting slammed by a meteorological freight train that hasn't slowed down since it left Kansas.  Steady 40-50 knot winds hurt your face.

   Here's how the Lake looked this afternoon:

     Steady 40-50 knot winds hurt your face.


   So, I figured this a good time to revisit a more placid day in Port Dover.

   It's mid-September, and the weather is well and truly balmy,  not too hot, not too cold, not too humid, not too dry, a little underwindy, but oh, well... one of those late summer/early fall days that are too good and too rare to waste.

   SWMBO and I decided to put it to use by making a Quack run up the River, seeing what we could see.

  Th is is hardly the Canadian equivalent of a Joseph Conrad/ Coppolian saga- the Lynn River is the tributary that inconveniently divides Port Dover...

                                                                                         -image courtesy of portdoverwaterfront.com

..... it is also the source of some small controversy.  As you can see on the map above, the Lynn flows from Northwest to South, through the town of Simcoe, then into the town of Port Dover, where it meets Black Creek, flowing Northeast to South, and then discharges into Long Point Bay.

      The controversy arises below the Y- is the waterway south of the confluence the  Lynn River, or Black Creek?  Some refer to this stretch as "the creek", others as "the river", others, noting that aforementioned body of water has been dredged, widened, straightened and breakwalled, refer to it as "the channel."

       Personally, I figure a creek can flow into a river, yet a river cannot flow into a creek, just as a town can grow into a city, but a city cannot grow into a town...ergo, it is the Lynn River which empties into the Bay, not the Black Creek.

      (Not that anybody really gives a shit. -ed.)

      Er, anywater, we had been up the River and up the Creek dozens of times, always aboard the mothership, but had never turned left and taken the Lynn less travelled, as it were.  Concerns over the uncertainty of draft, airdraft and general  there-are-never-any-sailboats-there-so-sailboats-must-not-be-able-to-go-there logic led us to mark the upper Lower Lynn with "here there be dragons" on our mental chart.

     But, not wishing to leave any local waters unexplored,  we decided to take an hour or so and make a Quack attack.

    We tied up NextBoat opposite the old Misener fish plant, clambered into Quack, our 7 foot long inflatable, cranked up our trusty Suzuki O/B, bid our floating condo adieu...

...and headed upstream.

   We putted past the Port Dover Harbour Museum...

  ... past the new dinghy dock, snapping pics of the intriguing boat tied up...

lifeboat/tender/pilot boat from a freighter?

 ( Please comment if you have any info.)

     ...then under the lift bridge and past the Scruton fleet...

... then past the Bridge Yachts yard, and then past Dave Matthews yard,  into the heart of tug town...

   I admit, I am a sucker for tugs...

    and who doesn't like a beautiful woody?

  ...  get your minds out of the gutter.

   We pass the Nadro Marine yard...

... bear to port and head up the Lynn, into the elephant's graveyard of the Harry Gamble shipyard.

  Meanwhile, to starboard...

The juxtaposition between banks is almost jarring.

   and back to our port side...

   

 and then things start to get ...interesting.


     The Gamble yard is acres of old tugs, barges, lifeboats, pleasure craft, engines, winches and rust, covered with an increasingly impenetrable cover of foliage.


      It's intriguing as hell.

We spotted this inlet....

...before we noticed the cottage beside it

 

Of course we had to steer in, to see what we could see...

      As our outboard began to bounce along the bottom, I realized how silted up this basin had become.  That tug  is never leaving again.


      We retreated back to the Lynn and continued upstream.

  More to come later this week.


  Meanwhile,

"Talk the Dock!"







 



 

Galley Gear Review: Nice Nesting Pots and Pans

"You see your dreams come true, this I promise you..."
                                                             -Rick Ross





 No matter how big the boat, every boat is too small.

 Especially the galley.

 When it comes to boat galleys, to paraphrase James T. Kirk...

 Space is the final frontier.


  NextBoat*'s galley has more storage capacity than Whiskeyjack's  galley, but "more storage capacity" is a relative term.  That is like saying that your humble scribbler here is taller than the average 9 year old child.

 That doesn't make me a giant.

  Ergo, maximizing space is paramount.  The more stuff you can fit into the existing space, the more comfortable your life in aforementioned space.

  Hence my interest in a set of nesting cookware.

   Every year at the boat show I look for a deal on cookware. I like the quality of the Magma set...

                                                                                                        -image courtesy of  Magma


...but I don't like the inventory-  there are four pots, but only one pan, in the 10 piece set.  Those of you who have read any of the Two-Burner Tastiness recipes understand that I'd rather have two pans, and one less pot, but that isn't an option.

   So, my search continued.

   Until early this summer.


    Wandering through the camping department of my local Canadian Tire, last June, I made an impulse buy.

    (why am I not surprised? - ed.) 

    I had just picked up the bottle of lamp oil I needed,  and on the shelf right beside the lamp oil was the camp cooking gear.  There were the usual speckled enamel suspects, the stuff that looks rustic and rugged, right up until the moment you actually use it, but in the midst of the sea of stamped-in-China-great outdoors-nostalgia-ware  was a  SALE ! tag, under a carton of cookware that looked...different.



   So I bought it.

  Yeah, I'd never heard of "Lagostina" either.

No, those not-shrimp, not-prawns, not-crawfish, not-lobster things?  Those are LaNgostinOs.

Which can be cooked in a Lagostina pot.




 Here's the deal:   Lagostina is an Italian firm that has been manufacturing stainless steel cookware for decades.  Their "Campeggio" line is their, as the name implies, line of camping cookware, but while it is compact in size, it is not compact on quality.
    These pots and pans are constructed of 18/10 stainless, with three ply (stainless steel/ aluminum/ stainless steel) bottoms for even heating. fold down the handle on the large stock pot and ...

    Keep going and in rapid succession you get...

Two, count 'em, TWO pans...

...Two stock pots...

...Two lids that fit both pots and pans....

  ... and a grip-anywhere, go-anywhere insulated pot/pan handle that is both ambidextrous and has hooks for removing hot pot lids, like when you are steaming Langostinos.

Both pots are graduated, which is a nice touch...

  ...for measuring the exact amount of liquid for boiling langstinos


   Also included is a mesh carrying bag... that was promptly repurposed forother uses aboard.

   After 5 months of use, both SWMBO and I can confirm,  we LOVE this stuff.

   All pieces heat evenly, the bottoms don't warp when warm, the handle is substantial, the construction is solid,  the non-stick is real non-stick, and, mosti importantly...

  ... These were the ONLY pots and pans we have used for the last 5 months, and we haven't needed to buy more.  Cooking for 2-4 on a 2 burner  stove?  This is all you will likely ever need.  It is all we have needed.


     Here's an example:

      Cracker crusted pork chops, "Booker T"  mashed potatoes and peaches and cream corn- two burners, three pots, from one nesting cookware set.

Oh, and a bottle of Ramblin' Road DPA. 




      Surprisingly, although less than half the price of the smaller one-pan Magma nesting set, the Lagostina cookware comes with a 10 year warranty, compared to the Magma's I year warranty.  I am impressed. Retail price at our local Canadian Tire Store  was $119.99 cdn.

      The only challenge is where to find it outside of the Canada.

     Or Italy.
 
     If anyone wants a set, let me know.   I'll pick it up for you and ship it out- for actual cost.


Thanks for checking in, and please,
"Talk the Dock!"