Showing posts with label Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Day. Show all posts
Sunday, 23 April 2017
Birdsmouth Mast Day 4
This morning, I cleaned off the epoxy from the inner plugs using my trusty farriers file....easy!

The plug for the bottom of the mast seemed a little oversized and I had to plane it quite a bit to get a good fit, especially at the base of the mast where it is tapered down from the gooseneck. Brian made up the solid plug or the top of the mast - we planed down a 50mm square piece of DF stock - with hindsight, it might have been easier on the table saw, as the octagonal shape was hard to form freehand.

So today was somewhat of a milestone...we finally managed to get the mast glued up, which was a family/team effort with Siobhan, Jane & friend Brian gloved up and spreading epoxy over 8 staves on 3 sides, each 23' long...so 552 ft of stave surfaces covered, while Clare took the pics! We used old toothbrushes which proved superior to small paint brushes which were improved somewhat by cutting their bristles short.
I set up the ladder straight such that the mast would lie flat on the rungs of the ladder and so define a straight edge which would be the aft side of the mast, transferring all of the taper to the front of the mast. I'm led to believe that this will allow for better sail trim as well as a straight sail track.We made up ply forms the with an octagonal hole in them which helped considerably in forming the mast together...just one at each end and the mast was quite easy to assemble.
Here you can see the mast epoxied and initially assembled. We used a variety of hose clamps, cable ties and spanish windlasses to pull the staves together. This produced a satisfying squeeze out, which reassured me that we had adequate epoxy in the joints.
Tomorrow I may start planing down the mast to its final dimensions. We have deliberately left half of the taper to be removed from planing the outside of the mast rather than solely tapering the width of the staves. However as I do not yet have the hardware to position on the mast, I will leave the mast rough finished before finishing to final dimensions, which should allow some wiggle room for fitting the hardware. The specifications call for a rectangular shape to the head of the mast to facilitate mast fittings and a square base to sit into the mast "step" ( I think that is the right term). Given that my mast is now octagonal, I will have to examine how best to make the step for the bottom of the mast.

Monday, 17 April 2017
Mapping Day 2
For no good reason I alter my portage route down to the south lagoon. Half way there, I hear from behind, "something something canoe," and I know that I am being hailed. There is a woman, who has just run out of her house and would like to take my photo. Then we talk about my project briefly until the cold finally drives her back into the house.

It is cold and clear with the sky a true tone blue and a low winter sun vividly lighting the world that I can see. It is the inside of an unshaken snow globe with everything clear, crisp and in sharp focus. The thought, "too pretty to be natural" comes up, but I shove it back down to where it came from, a place in the past where we were taught that man and nature were separate.
A trail running up the tiny "rockpile"island draws me over, but the tracks are indistinct. From here, dark and dense flocks of ducks and coots stretch out northeasterly with the constancy of widgeon wheezing drifting across the water top.
Rounding the north point I find a hawk in tree. And, as I move along the north marsh, I hear the call of a river otter. I stop and I find four or five, three of which are adolescent pups (I don't see more than four at any one time).

I head into the NE lagoon to continue my survey. It is slow work, mapping another island which needs to be accurate as I will be sighting some long distances off of it. I also take time to remove some of yesterdays plastic survey tape, once that I am sure that I won't need to sight off of those points anymore.
When satisfied with the plotting of the lagoon entrance and the north railroad island, I head out finding two trumpeter swans on the dirtberg. They show up most often when the weather is particularly cold. I try not to bother them and continue out into the big lake and downwind to the Harrison portage.

Monday, 3 April 2017
Earth Day
My portage begins without aim and I walk a hundred yards or two before deciding to head west instead of north or east. Either way the canoe will go in the water and I will go in the canoe. If all goes well, if I wonder at the beauty of it all in spite of man's mistakes, I may move another inch towards becoming a child of nature. It seems as good of a path as any, perhaps a path to some sort of enlightenment, but certainly better than many of the directions that one could take.
And some people think that I am just canoeing.
I cross Lake Union and paddle north into the wind until working across into and through the top of Portage Bay, through the Crossing Under Place and into Union Bay, the pearl.
At Broken Island, the goose nest is all well and there is even a second nest on the west edge. The west lodge nest is totally abandoned now with all of the eggs gone. I spot a northern shoveler nearby and the first blossoms of the lily pads. I edge the north shore and the north marsh sneaking into the NE lagoon where a northern flicker sits in a willow tree that overlooks the goose nest that I found here earlier. It is fine although it is only 3 inches above water. It is calm in the lagoon and the trees that enclose the area are leafing out, enclosing the area even more.I cut straight south across the bay, finding a new goose nest at the top of the east marsh. This is probably about the peak of goose nesting right now, there are few un-nested geese anywhere. It is a beautiful paddle in brilliant sunlit green as I finish up through the east channel of the burial island.
Saturday, 11 March 2017
Travel Day Maine

Today I flew to Maine and picked up a rental car in Portland. I am making my way to Brooklin Boat Yard but wanted to spend a couple of days visiting boat yards. My first stop was Rockport Marine where I had the pleasure of inspecting their recently launched 1938 Alden motorsailer. The restoration was a 3 year process and it shows. Fantastic boat. Click here to access their website and see the finished product. I certainly hope this leads to more restorations of this type, especially if they are S&S motorsailers. I have a policy of not posting articles about other designer's work but in this case it is worth the exception.
I then drove over to Artisan Boatworks. This is a smaller yard run by a alum from Rockport Marine, Alec Brainerd and his crew. They specialize in smaller boats and custom construction but they tend to do their fair share of restoration work as well. Check out their website here. That boat at at the top is Sparkman & Stephens yacht Glory, a Finisterre type undergoing complete restoration. Here's a shot of her gutted interior. At the moment they are replacing broken frames.

And here's a Dark Harbor 20 being spiffed up for the season. I think this a great yard to build a smaller daysailer or cruising boat out of wood and really enjoy the process. Click here to access their website.

Tomorrow I am off to Morris Yachts. I will have the pleasure of sailing a new M42 with "short house" (sport edition) later tomorrow afternoon. This will be the second launched of this new series. I'll try to get some images and I'll be sure to post them here.
Wednesday, 1 February 2017
Yakima River Day 5 May 28 2010
It rains all night. This is one of the driest places in the state... except now. It just doesn't matter to us anymore since we have been wet, at least to our knees, for most of the last 4 days. I cook up coffee and oatmeal in the rain and then we walk down to the Horn Rapids Diversion Dam. Maps show irrigation canals on both sides, so we have no idea of where and how far we will have to go to get back into the river. We are pleased to find a foot bridge just below the dam on river-left, an access to Native American fishing platforms.
We return to camp and portage down to the river. Then, a short paddle to the warning sign a hundred yards above the dam. From here, we do an easy portage to a spot below the dam.The day goes easy with no scouting, no lining, and no more portages. Nothing more than some ripples in the water comes our way. Birdlife is pretty good with pelicans, a couple types of herons, and some egrets. It rains several times and once, it rains very hard for over 40 minutes. It is a midwest rain and I tell Mike that I think it is a two inch per hour dumping.
At the mouth of the Yakima, the river broadens some. Mike tells me that we can call for a lift if I'd like... and I look at him and say, "don't you think it would be rather cool if we paddle right to your folk's house - they live just 3 miles up the Columbia? I mean, I've just paddled 148 miles, I think I can handle another 3." Well, that's what he was thinking too, he was just being nice. The mouth has cattails and tules and all of the other marsh stuff that it should. The Columbia, a big river, is calm today and we have to paddle out about a 1/2 mile to Bateman Island to get around the shallow sandbar of the Yakima. My favorite birds, the terns, greet us from driftwood by spreading their wings and screeching at us. A bird, the size of a small crow with the attitude of an eagle.
So, it is 4-1/2 miles upstream, easy with no wind and hugging the shore where the current is lightest, to the house.We shake hands.
It has been a fine trip, an unexpected adventure on a multivaried waterway that is seldom paddled and in parts, seldom visited. We approached it as explorers and got a real wilderness experience from a place that is never far from civilization. And we bonded and worked as a team, not just traveling together, but relying on each others strengths and abilities.
25 miles for the day.
Kiona flow rate - 3000 to 4000 cfs
Must portage Horn Rapids Dam.
Tuesday, 17 January 2017
Today was a Day for Looking
I returned to the marsh at the mouth of the big river, but I set out on a tide that would be rising for another hour. Within fifty yards I spotted six yellow crowned night herons.

The marsh goes through dramatic changes during a tide cycle. Where there were broad islands of tall spartina grass at yesterday's mid tide, there are now large open areas of water. Instead of following the edge of the marsh around to Milford Point, I bee line straight across the marsh.

Two bird species of note occupied the point. A pair of oyster catchers, and an endangered piping plover. There is a nest cage for the plover nearby, a four foot square cage of mesh to keep predators away from the nest, which is a scooped out depression in the sand.

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| Piping Plover |
From there, I continue out, crossing the main river channel and rounding the point into Long Island Sound and following the shore to the Stratford Lighthouse.

On the return, I spot a pair of swans with two small cygnets in tow.

And then I continued and did a grand circle of the marsh.
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| Two snowy egrets and one great egret |
Monday, 2 January 2017
Nice Day for It
The screen door slams shut just as I get about five feet out from shore. It is the man that lives in the house near the put-in. We've talked before, he's a nice guy.
"Nice day for it," he says.
"Perfect!" I respond with a thumbs up for emphasis.
I turn upriver, split the tip of my paddle on the first rocks, that I know all too well, and paddle off into the steady spring rain. I suppose that the man is the only person I will see on this trip, and if I should run into another, it will be someone of such a like mind that we will be able to finish each others sentences.
The tide is on its way out, which is of little consequence here except that I have to avoid some large shallows, the wind is light, the rain is moderate and steady. I will be sponging the bottom every twenty minutes or so with this rain. The camera will not be ready, stuffed in my life vest like normal, but instead sealed in its waterproof box....not a day for a lot of photographs.

As I edge along the bedrock hillside that borders the cove, a large immature bald eagle flushes from a tree. It was on a ten foot long snaky branch, some 2 inches or more thick, and the branch bounces like a diving board for several seconds. It gives the illusion of a much heavier eagle than is possible. Just a short ways on, a second immature eagle takes wing from the trees.
I go to the usual farthest reaches of the cove and start my way out by circling Coultes Hole, a large round area that looks far more interesting on satellite photographs than it does up close. It is, for one thing, not a hole, but rather a shallow area where no cattails of grown for no reason that I can derive.
I spot a few more osprey as I continue. It seems that all of the nests are occupied.

I cut out across the shallow bay upstream of Goose Island and descend in the main river, rounding the sandy island near the put-in just to add a mile to the trip...two more osprey and a mature bald eagle on that island, and it rains steady once more.
Where: Lords Cove from Pilgrim Landing
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