CAP'S BIRTHDAY The room was awash with history. And

not just because Captain Adrian Raynaud had turned 102.

This past September we all gathered at the Seattle Yacht Club for lunch and birthday greet-ings to Cap. The yacht club is a venerable struc-ture itself, a comfortable, rambling, shingle-cov-ered building, but not as seasoned as Cap . He had been sailing for about 20 years and had crossed Cape Horn a few times before the Club was even built. Even its location on a lovely corner of Lake Union's Portage Bay seemed new compared to Cap. A photo of our luncheon site, taken in 1909, shows a native carving a cedar canoe (the site was a good place for boats then and now). Cap had left his home in San Fran-cisco as an apprentice sailmaker on the barkentine Lahaina two years before the Stone Age ritual of cedar dugout canoe building was photographed.

About 40 of us sat around a mahogany table and shared stories of our guest of honor. Cap was skipper of the 165' 1885 schooner C.A. Thayer on her last voyage - and his last com-mand - from Seattle to San Francisco in 1957. That trip marked the end of Raynaud's 50 years of commercial sail. Three of Cap's shipmates on that passage were at the party; Captain Harold Huycke, Fred Fisher and Gordon Jones. Ernestine Bennett and her daughter, Sandy, were at the gathering. In 1974, Erni purchased the 101' sail training schooner Adventuress and recruited Cap as restoration master and sailing master; Sandy grew up sailing on Adventuress and taking com-mands from Cap.

For close to 3 5 years, Cap guided the resto-ration of Adventuress and passed on his seaman-ship skills and fathomless commitment to youth. Ken Greff, one of the thousands who sailed on Adventuress as a teenager and is now a school psychologist, came to the party. Through train-ing aboard the Adventuress, Ken has earned his license for command of 100-ton vessels. Ken's tale was about Cap surveying Adventuress with a team of younger boatbuilders. They all in turn circled the hauled out vessel, tapping with ham-mers. As they passed a particular spot high amid-ships they heard dull thuds and marked the dead-wood area with chalk. Cap Raynaud was last

around. All the others were gone. Cap could reach the area where they had found rot but he couldn't see their marks because he was too stiff to lean back and look up that high. However, he kept tapping and reaching up with his chalk. When he left he had diagrammed not only the center of the rot but its whole network of tentacles in the adjoining planks and frames. Cap left with an outline that was as clear as a police sketch of a body on the floor, A legend of persistence and accountability.

Cap sat through all the testimony and lav-ish praise about him and his achievements with the dignity and grace that is as integral to him as the snow on Mt. Rainier. After things had calmed down, we all turned to Cap for his words. He gave a big sigh. Was he thinking of a tale about a hard beat down the wintry English Channel or a romantic landfall in the South Pacific? He turned the clock back to an earlier time in his school days at the turn of the century in the Mission District of San Francisco. His teacher in the Tho-mas Edison School "whacked the daylights out of you" if you weren't up to snuff. Poor Adrian Raynaud was "very, very left-handed" and couldn't master the style of writing required and therefore received many, many whacks. One day the District Superintendent toured the school and Miss Martinet showed him the work of the incorrigible Adrian Raynaud. The Superinten-dent told the teacher he found the work "neat, legible and vertical" and would the teacher now "keep her ruler to herself." An early lesson in human resource management for Cap and us.

Then he told us of Dog Face Johnson, first mate on the Lahaina, who Cap always obeyed with "Whatever you say, sir." But Mate Johnson "never had a kind word for anyone." Another lesson in the morale section of management.

On that first voyage, the Captain brought his wife. Young Adrian was invited to dine with the officers. Mrs. Captain liked to do the wash regularly and had Mr. Captain put up a clothes-line over the dining table and hang the wash to dry. Apprentice Raynaud was at his place, took a spoonful of soup and a "drop of water plopped into the spoon. I shoved my chair clear and backed off the table. The Captain's wife said 'What's

wrong with you. A little water can't hurt you. Take it like a man!' I missed a few meals." A neat homily on the value of self-respect.

The next story was about his young daugh-ter, Nancy, trying to learn cooking. Captain Dad tried Nancy's culinary production and declared, "OK, but there's something wrong. What is it? I don't know but turn around. That's it! Your apron! You tied it with a granny." Does that tell us something about standards and style?

Cap had finished his stories. He paused and gazed straight ahead. From his clear blue eyes came a laser beam crossing San Francisco Bay and out past the Golden Gate. And he spoke once more: "It was a good life. Never would have happened if I stayed in the sail loft. I haven't regretted one bit the time I spent on ships." And I venture no one who has ever known Captain Adrian Raynaud would ever regret for one bit the time they spent with this man.

Postscript: This piece was written in early November, 1997, two months after Cap's birth-day and two days after my last visit with him. Captain Raynaud died of heart failure on No-vember 30. He symbolized what we were, a seafaring nation, in the most positive way. And his spirit will live on through the hundreds of youth who hauled halyards, reefed sails and steered a true course under his command. Cap-tain Raynaud made us all understand what a man should be. - Dick Wagner

'98 BOAT FEST This year will be our 22nd wood and water

party - The Lake Union Wooden Boat Festival -at the south end of Lake Union. The dates are July 3-5 (Friday-Sunday) and we'll be open 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. each day.

This show was the first ever wooden boat festival in the Northwest and still provides fun and innovative activities. These include toy boat building (another "first ever"), traditional mari-time skills demonstrations, the untraditional, in-novative and always wacky Quick & Daring boatbuilding contest and tons of wooden boats

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all over the place.

Exhibitors are required to show off their boats to visitors and there will be a great variety of small boats offering free rides. There is no charge for exhibitors and we only request dona-tions from the general public ($3 for individuals, $5 for families and $ 1 for seniors).

The Boat Festival is a-coming. We hope you will too. For more info: (206) 382-2628. If you want exhibitor info, ask for Dick.

VOLUNTEER OF THE YEAR

Each year The Center for Wooden Boats asks its members to nominate volunteers who best fit the description on the permanent trophy in our library: "In recognition of the highest quali-ties of volunteerism: Dedication enthusiasm, lead-ership and commitment to the goals of The Cen-ter for Wooden Boats."

The Volunteer of the Year is the person who receives the most nominations for this award. In the event two or more people receive the same number of nominations, the previous Volunteers of the Year will decide which person is most deserving of the honor. All nominees will be announced and all volunteers will be honored at the potluck dinner following the Spring Cruise April 26.

Nomination forms are available at the Boat-house front desk or you can simply write a letter

describing why your nominee should be named Volunteer of the Year. Letters should be addressed to Dick Wagner at CWB. All nominations are due at the Center by April 22, 1998.

NEW SUMMER YOUTH PROGRAM

For the past five years, The Center for Wooden Boats has conducted hands-on programs for youth, utilizing our collection of more than 100 historic boats. Now we want to widen the horizons of teenagers by also providing a seven-day session on the historic tall ship,Adventuress.

We call this new program "Adventure Bound." We feel the tall ship aspect will not only add "magic" to the program but also will provide a nice counterpoint to the small craft handling that CWB already offers in its existing youth programs.

We have no doubt the "Adventure Bound" program will provide participants with skills and a spirit of accomplishment they'll never forget.

"Adventure Bound" sets sail July 18-24 and is open to youth 14-18 years old. The cur-riculum includes sailing, navigation and seaman-ship with the side benefits of learning about com-munity living and teamwork and building self-confidence.

The cost for the one-week session is $550. For more information, contact Tom Powers at CWB, (206) 382-2628. - Dick Wagner

DOCK LINES

There's a new publication at CWB. It ar-rives via special delivery and you have to be pretty special just to get on the mailing list.

It's On The Wind, published bi-monthly for volunteers at CWB. It's distributed by "spe-cial delivery" directly to the new volunteer "mail-boxes" (actually file folders for each volunteer, kept in portable file boxes located just inside the Boathouse front door).

Each edition features columns by Livery Manager Meg Trzaskoma and Boatshop Man-ager Dierk Yochim, plus a liberal helping of news

for and about CWB's outstanding corps of vol-unteers. These are the 2004- folks who keep this place running, handling everything from main-taining and repairing our fleet to greeting visitors to keeping CWB clean.

The newsletter is the brainchild of Volun-teer Coordinator Sue Schaeffer, who will be happy to send you a copy - and an application to join our Volunteer Crew. Just call her at (206) 382-2628 or e-mail her at cwboats@tripl.org. She's got a lot of exciting new volunteer pro-grams - including special orientation and training sessions, new areas of volunteer work, expanded Shop hours for volunteers and more - to tell you about.

And don't forget: volunteers earn an hour of free boat use for every three hours of service. You can have fun, use your talents, exercise both your left and right brains and get a reward too.

We're pleased to welcome a new coopera-tive program to CWB: Sea Stars, sailing instruc-tion for teenage girls.

The Sea Stars program is sponsored by Se-attle Women's Sailing Association. Their first session, held at CWB in October, attracted nearly 30 teens. The young ladies gathered at the Boat-house for an overview of sailing by SWSA's team of outstanding instructors and spent the rest of the day on the water absorbing sailing skills -and, if the smiles and laughter evident as they returned to shore are any kind of a yardstick, having one heck of a lot of fun.

Sea Stars will be coming back to CWB on March 7. The program is open to any teenage girl. For more information, contact Judy Schwan, (206) 789-2293.

IN OUR MAILBAG As Seattle's new Mayor, Paul Schell, took

office, CWB Founding Director Dick Wagner wrote to congratulate him and to bring him up-to-date on our programs and activities. Here's the Mayor's reply:

Dear Mr. Wagner:

Thank you for your kind words and for the material on The Center for Wooden Boats.

I have always admired the many services you provide boat-lovers of all ages. From historical information to sail-ing and foundry classes to a simply beautiful location for an educational lunch-time pic-nic, you are part of what makes

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A Very Moooving Story

SEA COW ROUND-UP - PUGET SOUND STYLE As a high school student in the late '40s

and early '50s, I worked summers for the Foss Launch and Tug Company at the home office in Tacoma. Henry Foss was still at the helm. Henry's fantastic, kindly mother, Thea, was co-founder of the Foss company and the loose in-spiration for the "Tugboat Annie" series of sto-ries and movies. Henry and his brothers were commonly known as the "Sons of Tugboat Annie."

I was the first deckhand on the Foss 15 in the middle of one summer and I truly loved my job with its travels and food. Traveling up and down Puget Sound and adjacent inland waters during the summer was wonderful. We had su-per grub fixed by professional cooks acting like grandmothers for their favorite grandsons. If life could get better, I didn't think I would live long enough to see it happen.

One lazy summer we were adrift off Arcadia in southern Puget Sound waiting for the tide to change so we could ride the flood through nar-row Skookum Chuck the six or seven miles to Shelton. We had three empty chip scows for a mill there to exchange for three full scows. I went off watch at noon and the mate and second deckhand, officially on watch, had taken the skiff ashore around the point to get oysters. The Skip-per, also off watch, had been up most of the night juggling scows in Tacoma and was asleep in his cabin. The cook often had a mid-afternoon nap and was in his bunk asleep.

I heard a snorting sound at the stern and investigated. The barges had drifted around us and we were in a sort of canyon of scows. There was a cow in the water at the stern. I threw an eye on her horns and winched the cow aboard. (Deckhands practiced roping cleats and bitts. A deckhand's skill was judged by how far away he could throw the eye of a line and snag a cleat. This meant less juggling time by the Skipper to get alongside a scow or dock before making fast to it. I was very good.)

I just got the eye off her horns when I heard another snort. Swimming between the scows was another cow. I roped her aboard and struggled the eye off her horns while she was following the first cow up to the bow. I got the line back to the stern just as - snort, snort - two more cows swam between the scows to the boat. By the time I was finished with the roundup, I had six cows aboard. It was a lazy, quiet summer after-noon. The cows were very quiet after they got out of the water and quit snorting. They seemed to have that uphill urge, all migrating up to the bow deck.

The afternoon hush was pierced by the en-gine room bell ringing two bells, the air signal.

This was a great old fire bell with two 12" gongs. It was loud enough to be heard over the engine noise everywhere on board. Deckhands were conditioned to respond to the bell instantly so I was in the engine room before my mind told me that the engine was dead and, therefore, no air signal was possible. Two bells meant turn the compressor on if it was off or off if it was on. The compressor ran on the main engine and it was not possible to switch it either way if the engine was dead.

Then the Skipper played what sounded like "Yankee Doodle" on the whistle. I ran for the wheelhouse. I had to muscle a cow out of the way. She was standing with her head in the wheel-house door and might have gone in if it hadn't been two high steps up. In the wheelhouse I found another cow sticking her head in on the other side. The view from the wheelhouse showed four more cows lounging around the an-chor winch.

The Skipper was standing in the middle of the wheelhouse blinking like a toad in a hail-storm. I'm not sure if he was breathing or not. There hadn't been any cows on board when he went into his cabin and he couldn't believe there were any on board even now. Then came the terrible questions about where did the cows come from and how could any deckhand be so stupid and what were we going to do with six cows?!

"Yankee Doodle" on the whistle also got the cook out of his bunk and to the wheelhouse. It took him longer than me because he had to put his pants on and he was much slower at shoving a cow out of the way as he wasn't used to having livestock on board.

"Yankee Doodle" also brought the mate and second deckhand from the beach on the double. When they rounded the point, they couldn't see the boat in the middle of the scows, just the mast. When they came around the scows, they weren't sure they wanted to come aboard any-way. There weren't any cows there when they left and they hardly believed there were any there now.

During all this, the tide changed to our di-rection and we headed for Shelton. The Skipper radioed the Coast Guard about the cows, but they were not the concern of the Coast Guard as they were not in the water. The Skipper an-nounced he would put them back in the water and the Coast Guard then could be concerned. The Coast Guard radioed back that it was illegal to put hazards to navigation in the water and they would act accordingly. I believe reporters listened to the marine band on the radio because the local news photographer was waiting when we got to the mill.

The cook did all the talking to the media, dwelling at length on our reward for rescuing the cows. I no longer was sole owner of six rescued cows; I had suddenly acquired a partner. I now owned one-half of six cows.

The Skipper wanted the cows off the boat - now! The cook arranged with the millwright to use a vacant machinery shed at the mill to house the cows while waiting to collect our reward. I had acquired another partner and now owned only one-third of six cows.

When we came back to the mill about a week later to exchange chip scows and collect our reward money, we found we still had six cows; nobody had claimed them. The mill own-ers were giving us almost no time to vacate the mill site with our cows. When we got back to Tacoma the next day, the cook took some time off and drove to Shelton to arrange a cattle auc-tion.

My two partners and I got $360 for our six cows. My $ 120 share looked awfully big next to my $17-for-a-12-hour-day wages and I was all set to go cattle roping big-time, but the Skipper would have none of it on board his boat. When-ever we were in the area again, I scanned the waters with the binoculars. A couple of times I spotted something dark in the water way off in the distance. Each time, the dark spots turned out to be black swans. I have never seen a Florida-type sea cow and, as a matter of fact, have never again seen a Puget Sound sea cow. - Del Kahn

Del Kahn, who now hangs his seabag at Flounder Bay Boat Lumber in Anacortes, repre-sents a near-extinct tidewater culture where there was one big sharing family afloat and on shore -and the cows jumped over the moon. Del tells it like it was - more or less - and we are eternally

grateful for his historical vignettes.

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A SHIP O U T OF PLACE Art Nilsson came to a CWB Third Friday

Speaker program to hear Chas Dowd speak on some of his memorable impressions of historic vessels. After the slide talk, Art mentioned he once encountered the Passat, one of the last of the commercial sailing vessels, underway in the Atlantic. We begged him to write us a story. Here it is:

In the fall of 1951, a casual inquiry to the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution revealed an opening for a deckhand on board the Atlantis, a hard-working research vessel plying the north and south Atlantic, venturing occasionally into the Mediterranean and even through the Canal to the Pacific. Over several months each year, enough data was collected to feed the Woods Hole scientific laboratories, on the elbow of Cape Cod, well into the next year. By the time of her retirement, the 108' George Owen-designed ketch would log more sea miles than any modern sail-ing yacht, well over 1 million nautical miles.

I came to know more of her particulars exploits in the late fall months of that year. And it would be late into winter, after many weeks retracing the brush s t rokes of p rev ious f o ' c ' s l e crews to br ighten that steel grey hull, be fo re the creak of dock lines and the h o v e r i n g smells of p a i n t , va rn i sh a n d s o I -vents

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would give way to the rush of seas past a slop-ing deck and the wash of offshore air. Built in 1930 in Copenhagen, two decades of long voy-ages had roughened Atlantis' complexion but not her graces. Some length of her main and mizzen masts had surrendered to the surveyor's probe, reducing the 7,000 sq. ft. sail area a bit. The sail locker stored canvas of various ages as a gale here and there took its toll.

Each successive season's fitting out with modified and new research equipment had re-duced the long, clean, elliptical apron of teak deck to just enough open area to manage the sail and lines. Considerable care must have been given to the size and location of the deck tools of ocean-ography. A great drum of cable amidships al-lowed coring devices to reach the farthest depths of ocean trenches. At the starboard rail, a sturdy A-frame leaned out to pass as much as 30,000 feet of wire through the block at its apex. Smaller gaffs and booms fed out and retrieved lighter lines that "f ished" for salinity, tem-

perature, water samples and p lank ton

specimens.

How-ever, the technical c l u t t e r c o u l d

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deep-sea shape of Atlantis. Dories, nested three deep between their davits, hugged the port gun-wale amidships, their time-honored seaworthi-ness waiting not for handlines, nets or bait barrel but for ship-to-buoy shuttle service or ship-to-shore ferry duty. All this placed so as not to interfere with the stays, sheets and halyards of a deep-sea ketch.

Less patient and orderly than a ship's crew is the modern laboratory at sea. For all previous time, sailors harkened to the pulse of the sky, the wind, the stars and the insistent finger of the compass. Embarkation and arrival were paced by benefit or impediment of the tide. But the weather ends at the sea surface. Visibility with the coming and going of the day's light and the ease or rigor of navigation is all but incidental to the explorer of the deep.

Those of us who have turned face upward from beneath that sequined canopy between air and water have marveled at the noiseless tran-quillity surrounding us and the thrashing turmoil above, which we can neither feel or hear. So the ocean scientist, always looking down, knowing that realm is undisturbed, leaves the barometer, the clock, the compass, the sextant (and today, the radar scan) to the sailor and his looking up. The oceanographer navigates only to plot his find-ings, the mariner to rationalize a passage. To the explorer of the deep, sustained by scuba or re-motely with telemetry, to go down is discovery, is purpose fulfilled. For the sailor, to go down is to sink!

With such cross-purposes housed in that one buoyant nest, compromises and allowances must occur. Foul or threatening weather returns the captain to his historic authority. In fair weather, the chief scientist orders the duration and direction of stop and go across the water. A diesel auxiliary awaits its signals down there in

the sunless engine room. If the air is moving when we want it to move, then we move

with the air caught in our canvas. If not, we harness the fire below.

So, haltingly we "sailed" or, impatient, motored in a droning thrum over the placid swells.

Heave to, drift, turn, move on. Not for port but for the intersection

point on a chart. A meandering dance of curiosity, drawn toward that newly-discovered

Mid-Atlantic Ridge.

Remembering that hesi-tant, inefficient path over the

sea, the annoyance lingers for the fo'c'sle sailor and, in recalling, he be-

trays his devotion to the ancient pas-sions of those "before the mast." That could

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include the recounting of our crisis, for we sailed from Cape Cod as a ketch and returned as a sloop! But that, as is said, is another story. A better tale is our encounter with a phantom from another age.

Having joyously left the cold, wet, all-but-sunless damp of New England winter, we crossed into the balm of the Gulf Stream, easing south and west from Bermuda On a seamless sea, lifted gen-tly by the long swells, Atlantis paused, gathered and carried us forward into the middle Atlantic toward that great ocean eddy, the Sargasso Sea.

It was a Sunday morning, cloudless in bright sunshine with light air, quite still but for the throb rising over the engine stack. A steadying jib, left from the night breeze, did no work and was struck. The sweep of the horizon was un-broken until late in the morning when, as often occurs, a squinting eye was disturbed at its pe-riphery by a fleck in that pencil line. All but imperceptible, but the gaze returns, bears down. Yes, just to port of our heading. Certainly not unusual in these north-south shipping lanes. While the eye could not resist, the speck drew no utterance, no particular attention; seen, pon-dered momentarily, like the arc of the water-hug-ging gull or kittiwake.

Another hour - our heading unchanged -confirmed that we must be overtaking; the shape grew, but very slowly. Just before noon, the soli-tary form sharpened enough to suggest sail. As the sun crossed the meridian, small interest turned to brief comment as the simple sail became a vast array and then, by early noon watch, a loom-ing mountain of tawny canvas - and yardarms and stays, braces, footropes and ratlines. In-formed of our closing, Atlantis' captain came on deck to put a glass to this apparition. A glint of color came over the stern from what was, as yet several miles distant, an unrecognizable ensign.

We altered course a bit to fall in astern, clos-ing steadily on her starboard quarter. Mid-after-noon, Atlantis, now with all aboard on deck, eased back to parallel the great ship's track. We merged in a timeless interlude.

All morning we had been sailing south and east; we also had been sailing back in time. Now, a scant quarter-mile off her starboard beam, we drew abreast of a 19th century vision, a full-rigged ship with all 32 sails set. It was the Passat. The German colors ruffled weakly above the stern rail. She idled south at four or five knots on the quiet sea. We were enveloped by the vision. Be-ing so near, with nothing intervening, rolling and leaning toward us, the Passat eclipsed most of the eastern dome of the sky. The lowering sun over our shoulders sharpened every detail of the ship for the hungry eyes on the Atlantis.

Everything was in motion: the undulation of the slate-blue swells between us, the effort-less, ever-so-slow roll of the great hull. Our own vessel in synchrony and counterpoint with the

other as the horizon rose and fell. Our deck surged, heaved and fell off beneath us. All in a dance of rhythms. With slowing, our engine huffed more softly. I recall a hush; our ship's voices were brief, near whispered, a time of won-derment. More than wonderment: awe, a sailor's reverence. Not for a miniaturized replica, not for the ceremonial appearance of a museum piece in harbor, but for a working ship of the line, plying her venerable trade over a long familiar track. Alone on the open sea. (In a 1957 hurricane, Passat's sister ship, Pamir, was lost with al-most total loss of life just north of this sighting.)

Compelled to capture with every sense, we listened, strained for some intimate ship sound to bring this ghost into the present. Some ship's utterance to confirm for unsure eyes. A vessel so vast must speak that rigging chatter: the squeal of hemp on wood, a rubbing, the endless easing and tightening of lashings, a ceaseless wheezing of timbered joints, the voices of every hull be-neath canvas at sea.

There was no voice. The stillness made its size the greater. Vision only, it would not speak. Was the sight to be our all? Was this the now? This sister of dhows, offspring of galleons. A ship out of place?

When honored and cultivated, there has al-ways been an ocean ecology of wind, the supply far exceeding the demand. With so many sails at work, we can only shrink from imagining that we might ration the air, a price on each eddy and swirl. But no, that soft energy is neither con-sumed nor converted. Deflected perhaps, but the

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CWB's third BJK (Blanchard Junior Knockabout) - donated by our own Eunice Wardwell - was re-launched after an extensive rehab. Stan Jurgensen and Dick Stevens are the steaming duo responsible for the framing. A few crews of school kids helped with the caulking, paying, sanding and fairing. The new decks, furniture, rails and uncountable finishing touches were headed up by the inimitable Patric Garden (whose white knuckles we had to pry from the boat to get it out the shop door). If we

missed your name and you helped with this boat, we thank you. - Dierk Yochim

great skein of motion, without discriminating, moves the lowliest lug or the loftiest skysail.

When the air is wild, the great ship em-braces the roaring gusts, stretching wide her stud-ding sail fingers to drive the hull. On an oily and silky sea, a zephyr cupped in the hungry can-vas nudges the mightiest ship forward in that unresisted glide until the next breath exhales. Immense tonnage has been sailed out of a rarely dead sea, the bewildering doldrum but a reminder of the common gift of wind. Its motion is whim-sical perhaps, but never denied. The pace is set from afar, at another time, by the maker of winds, for other purposes, conceding only what the cunning sailor snatches in his taut fabric from its passing.

Alongside, the Passat, reaching to greater heights above us, winnowed air currents unavail-able to us. There was no exchange; we made no contact. Nor, in retrospect, should we have. Sheepishly, we motored by this proud glory of canvas webbed with manila, cable and spar. Our pitiable main and mizzen abandoned on moored booms. Impatient with nature's calm between respirations, we converted fire, corrupting the gift of air, rolling the cool sea astern with iambic churning. A ship out of place.

Yes, filling sail over her port quarter, I think the Passat looked the other way. - Art Nilsson

[Ed. note: The Passat is currently being overhauled in Lubek, Germany, as a stationary exhibit for Travemunde, Germany, on the Baltic Sea, where she was built about 150 years ago.]

ALL THE FUN WE HAD IN 1997 The 21st Annual Lake Union Wooden

Boat Festival was a feast for all the senses of a wooden boat lover - and an eye opener for those who wandered in just looking for something to do on a holiday weekend. From the smallest (8' sailing prams) to the largest (the 127' schooner Zodiac), from the oldest designs (skin boats) to the newes t i nnova t ions (ski f f cycle and dorycycle), wherever you turned there were boats to board, boats to oooh and aaah over, boats to learn about and proud owners to show them off.

If that weren't enough, there were loads of people to demonstrate just how they laid up that lovely hull, pulled together those perfect

Turk's heads, caulked that perfect seam. Kids of all ages built toy boats, took a water taxi ride, explored the culture of the First People, won-dered how those model makers made all those

teeny blocks, marveled at ages-old working steam engines, listened to music, ate well and, all in all, had a heck of a good time.

And while all that was all going on, more than a few folks won some prizes.

As is tradition, the July race of the Wooden Yacht Racing Association - the Ed Clark Memo-rial Regatta, named for a former Sail NOW! in-structor and avid sailboat racer - was held during the Festival.

The honors for fastest time in the Regatta went to Stewart Farrell's Feather, while Bill Van Vlack's Nautilus took fastest corrected time.

The winner in Class A was Ned Lumpkin's Rangoon II. Feather was second and Roy Dunbar's Irene took third. Nautilus swept to

first place in Class B, followed by Joe Pem-berton's Sargasso, with Ward Fay's Aura in third.

In Class C, first place went to Chipps Whipple's Tern. Sean Kennedy skippered the CWB Sharpie to second place and Brad Rice's Anna May took third. Winner of the Yankee One Design Class was Todd Knoblock's Tarfon.

In the Pull & Paddle rowing race, the crew from the Wooden Boat Foundation swept their Salish Star to first place. Second went to Art

There's simply nothing so grand as messing about in boats, a sentiment shared by the

thousands of visitors to our 21st Annual Lake Union Wooden Boat Festival and reflected in

these photos by Marty Loken.

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A parade of Pelicans (left photo, above) head for the finish at the 1997 WOOD Regatta while

vying for position (right photo) are a Lightning, a Geary 18 Flattie and the Blue

Moon. - Ron Callahan photos

Kleiner's crew on Art while Lori Higa skippered CWB's gig Dan to third.

The green of the first place money matched the hue of It's Pretty Flat for a Pickle, Dierk Yochim and Sean Bull's winning entry in the Quick & Daring Boatbuilding Contest. They also won the "G" for generosity by donating their prize money back to CWB. Second place in the Q & D went to Jim Durland and Jeff Oaklief, whose creation was called Team Tube. Third place was awarded to Maurice Wright and Nancy Matella for Kon Liki.

No Festival would be complete without let-ting our visitors pick the boats they like best: the People's Choice Awards. The new 21' Witch of

Unst, designed and owned by John Graham, claimed the People's Choice Award for Best Sail-boat up to 25' and the Crow's Nest Pros' Pick Award (where voting is limited to professionals in boat building, repair, restoration and maintenance).

Another dual winner was the 90-year-old Crowninshield schooner Martha, owned by the Schooner Martha Foundation and operated by Robert and JoAnn d'Arcy. Martha picked up both the Best Sailboat over 25' People's Choice Award and the Northwest Yachting People's Choice Overall Award.

Named the Best Power or Row Boat up to .25' was the enchanting Whisper. The award for Best Power or Row Boat over 25' went to the Wooden Boat Foundation's historic gig Salish Star. And the People's Choice Award for the Best Quick & Daring Boat went to It's Pretty

Flat for a Pickle.

No matter whether they won a formal award or not, all the boats - and all the demonstrators, exhibitors and volunteers who made the Festival so memorable - are grand prize winners in our

books. And we hope to see all of them - and you - at the 22nd Annual Lake Union Wooden Boat Festival July 3-5 , 1998.

More than 35 boats were on hand Septem-ber 26-28 as Lake Union became the place for wooden one design sailboats to be. The occasion was WOOD Regatta 1997, the premier reunion of wooden one design racers on the West Coast.

The boats came in all sizes - from 8' to 35' -and their skippers and crews all went home happy and very well-fed after two days and five races in Lake Union. Even the weather was up to the task, with brisk breezes which made the skip-pers and crews work just a little harder to extract the most out of the wooden beauties.

The overall winner - the best performance for all races - was a beautiful Flattie (Geary 18), Catnip, owned by Sam Starks. Catnip also won the Intermediate Class, with the CWB Blanchard Jr. Knockabout #8, sailed by Mindy Koblenzer, in second and CWB's Flattie, Pumpkin, sailed by Dierk Yochim in third.

In Class A (large boats), first place was a tie between John Watkin's Yankee One Design, Venture, and Ward Fay's beautifully restored Blanchard 33, Aura. Second went to Steve Bunnell's Thunderbird, Un Del Di, and CWB's Yankee Clipper, skippered by Chuck Richmond, was third.

First place Class B (small boats) went to Michelle McPeek's El Toro #10723. The CWB Woods Hole Spritsail, sailed by Ted McKey and Carrie Tracy, took second, while third went to Dean Forbes in CWB's green Beetle Cat.

In the seven-boat Pelican Class, Jean Gosse beat all comers for first place. Second went to Larry Calhoun and Fred Smith was third. The Pelicans almost had a race within a race as their fleet came sailing south on Lake Union Saturday morning just in time for the skippers' meeting.

One of the highlights of the weekend was the Saturday night speech by Felix Moiteret, the guru of Geary 18s - or Flatties as he prefers to

call them. He had everyone on the edge of their seats as he talked about - what else? - decades of winning races.

The Regatta could not have been the suc-cess it was without the hard work of many people, but in particular: Vern Velez, chair; Car-rie Tracy, food; Trip Zabriskie, chef, Catherine Wessels, program, and Judie Romeo, publicity. And it was all made possible by the sponsor-ship of Marty Loken's Wooden Boat Shop and contributions: from Cuttysark, 48 North, Doc Freeman's, Ali The King's Flags, Captain's Nau-tical Supplies, BOAT/US Marine Center, West Marine and Twice Sold Tales.

The annual Frostbite Beetlecat Relays De-cember 28 lived up to their reputation with nippy weather and crisp breezes that enlivened the com-petition.

Two sets of races were held - team singles and doubles - using four Beetle Cats. A short course kept the action close to CWB and easily visible by the spectators.

In the team doubles relays, the Northwest Seaport team (dubbed the Wawonta in the unre-alized hope they wouldn't win) walked away with the honors. The team was led by Bill White and included Ruddy and Justine Lewis, Whitney White, Tim Regan, Adrian and Matt of the Arthur Foss and one unidentified ringer.

Failing to achieve a full team, the Whitebread and Jeckle singles teams fortuitously joined forces - because they took first place in the singles. Sailing the winning effort were Randy Magliozzi, Bruce Millies, Jill Burley and Sue Schaeffer.

Race Chairman Vern Velez laid out his usual sprightly courses and interesting rules ("no touch-ing docks, people or anything or you're disquali-fied!") to provide a friendly competition for all.

The day wound up with the traditional potluck and prize presentations.

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LETTERS (CONT.) Seattle a true jewel. I am especially inspired by your selfless service on behalf of such organiza-tions as Bailey-Boushay House.

I salute you for the vital role you play in reminding us where we came from, for spurring us to take advantage of our urban recreational opportunities, and for being such an integral part of the South Lake Union waterfront. I hope to be able to stop by soon.

Very truly yours, Paul Schell

We published Hisashi Nagahiro's "History of My Boat Building, " a tale of enormous determi-nation, ingenuity and patience, in the Boat Festival issue of Shavings (and inadvertently spelled Hisashi's name wrong, for which we deeply apolo-gize). He ended his story by saying: ". . . the fun and love we have of wooden boat building and sailing may continue for ever. " For Hisashi, it is continuing, as you 'll see in his letter.

Dear Dick,

Shavings June issue was received on around July 6. I thank you very much that you featured my report of "The History of My Boat Build-ing." In the future issues, I want to see, read other people's experiences of their boat build-ing, including failures, mistakes, etc.

I retired [Japan Air Lines] at sixty years old last May. So I 'm planning to have a catama-ran in New Zealand. I'll make voyage around South Pacific Ocean. Also I wish to call on CWB on that boat after a year as my dream.

Sincerely, Hisashi Nagahiro

Dear Dick,

I had planned to drive up [to Seattle] for the Festival but some dumb virus kept me from leaving, so instead of being part of the Festival I was just spiritually there, reading Shavings from one end to the other.

One always seems to have 20/20 vision -but too late. In your "Signals from the Past," you mentioned that CWB was nominated by Seattle's Best Places as a good, excellent place for a date and that Romantic Places in the Northwest lists CWB as one of the best places - to kiss. And here I have been languishing in Tacoma alone for over a dozen years. Had I been told of this a dozen years ago, I might have moved to live close enough to CWB to visit there eight days a week.

I don't know just what year John Gardner wrote :" . . . when all a man had was his arms and his back to move ship, he was bound to apply skill and judgment to the attainment of hull shapes which moved easily and sweetly either with oars or under sail."

Then David Carty in talking about the Anguillan racing boats, saying none was ever built from plans, but more probably based on the same as written by John Gardner above, a keen under-standing of natural laws, not all the very detrimen-tal bureaucratic trash found in books on design.

In this respect, we can remember that in 1984 a Norwegian sailed a 58' replica of the Vi-king "Knarr" around the world, using a hand-woven hemp square sail. It often had 24-hour runs of between 250 and 300 nautical miles, put-ting the speed to about 12 knots or 25-30% over the 1871 hull speed formula the Vikings didn't know about 1,000 years earlier.

The mostly autonomous province of Fin-

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It's the ballet of the Beetle Cats as competitors in another leg of the Frostbite relays pirouette around the mark. - Jim Whittaker photo

land, the Aland Islands, is a place you should visit because, I think, it is the center for wooden boat construction in Scandinavia, especially build-ing to designs dating back to the 1700s. I get a magazine f rom Finland, Frisk Bris (Fresh Breeze). It is published in Swedish and is the oldest "yachting" publication in Scandinavia, founded in 1903.

Your writing about Vladimir Martous and his building of Peter the Great's Shtandart ends with the story about the 300-year-old grove of larch and your words: "It 's never too late to begin getting smart." Well, it seems others have also been smart. In a place named Kides, in Northeast Finland, they planted a mast forest of larch in 1880. When the wooden boat Linden was built a half-dozen years ago in Aland, four of these were harvested to be masts with the cut length at 82' and finished to 72' high with from 26' to 30' diameter at the base. With the topmast the overall height is 92'. The Linden is a three-masted ketch (galeas) but I don't remember how long it is.

The newest wooden boat built there is the Jehu and the Frisk Bris headline stated: "Nar en historisk dag blew till" (When there came a his-toric day). That was when the Jehu was launched and had sea trials. It is a so-called "co f f ' boat, which means that an aft hold is full of small holes in the hull to be flooded. It sailed originally in the 1700s with live fish from fishing grounds to cities. Now that same boat sails to both Stockholm, Sweden, and Helsingfors, Finland, doing the same. (Helsingfors is the founding name for the now capital of Finland, only the Finns can't pronounce it so they call it Helsinki.)

Jehu is about 50' long and the reason for the headline about the "historic day" is because no living person had ever seen anything like Jehu. In some other issue I read she could reach up to 10 knots. After being christened Jehu, so named after the Middle East king Jehu who, 2,800 years ago, eliminated the baal priests, there was an auction and people bid on living northern pikes from Jehu's hold. Most of the fish were ready to lay eggs so, after someone won the bidding, the fish were let free.

Best regards, Nils Lucander

P.S. I am also enclosing two sheets on my 39' Sea Rover design. The layout by someone else shows basically what it contains, but the new and interesting part of this is that a guy in Virginia will now build this steel design of wood composites and power it with electric engines and have lots of solar panels.

The hull will have 3/4" tongue-and-groove planking over temporary "frames." Then comes two layers of 1/4" diagonally-laid plywood, all soaked in epoxy, and the outside is finally fin-ished with one layer of Sea Flex.

CWB'S NEW E-MAIL ADDRESS

To go along with our spiffy new com-puters, The Center for Wooden Boats has a new e-mail address. It's cwboats@tripl.org.

If you've been using the old address, don't worry. E-mail to that address will be automatically forwarded to us.

We're grateful to Sean Eamon Kennedy and his wife, Kathryn Hill, for all the hours they put in getting our computers switched over. And we're particularly grateful to Kathryn, who arranged for our new e-mail provider.

WISH LIST Wish we may, wish we might. Wish we had

words big enough to say "Thanks a bunch!" to ail the great folks who have donated items on our previous Wish Lists.

Here are some items we still need: √ Full suits of Lightning, Herreshoff 12 1/2,

Mercury, Blanchard Jr. sails in good condition √ #1 bronze oarlocks and sockets

√ Paddles for our sailboats

√ A Cyclone-style separator to augment our dust collection system

√ Two random orbit sanders

√ Programmable fax machine

√ 15-passenger van in good running condition.

We've also begun a new cooperative rela-tionship with the boatbuilding program at Se-attle Central Community College. We will com-mission boats that we want to add to our fleet, the students at SCCC will build them - and we will be seeking out donors who would like to purchase the boats for us!

Since the school only charges for the cost of the materials, this is a great way for us to add desirable boats to the collection at a price a non-profit museum can afford. And these boats will add to the education and entertainment of thou-sands of our visitors.

There are two boats in the works: a 12' Woods Hole Spritsail boat, which is nearing completion, and a reproduction of Munro's Sharpie, Egret, which is just underway. If you would like to contribute part or all of the funds for these boats, please contact Executive Direc-tor Bob Perkins, (206) 382-2628.

As always, your donations to CWB are tax deductible. And you'll get a million thanks from all of us too.

C A L E N D A R O F EVENTS

Every 3rd Friday CWB THIRD FRIDAY SPEAKER SERIES 8p.m. CWB Boathouse

Each month CWB finds a speaker of wit and experience to talk about his or her special knowl-edge. It is also an opportunity for CWB mem-bers to meet one another and the staff. Admis-sion is free. Refreshments served (donations to cover costs are appreciated).

THE OCCASIONAL CAFE 7:30 p.m. (new starting time) every other Thurs-day CWB Boathouse

Back by popular demand, the Occasional Cafe, a concert series in association with the Puget Sound Guitar Workshop, features some of the Northwest's best, most in-demand performers. The "cafe" is the CWB Boathouse with casual seating and an array of cafe-style refreshments. Tickets are $8, under 14 or over 65, $6 (at the door only). Scheduled performers are: Febru-ary 19, Smoke Creek, new and old, old-timey song trio, and banjo whiz Jerry Gallaher, tradi-tional American songs; March 5, Laurie Riley and Michael MacBean, a wide world of music on two Celtic harps; March 19, Jim Page and Grant Dermody, topical troubadour - crisp gui-tar and hot harmonica; April 2, Nova Devonie and David Keenan, quirky original duets on gui-tar, mandolin and accordion, and Cyd Smith, soulful singer/songwriter; April 16, a shared head-liner evening with Heidi Muller and Dan Maher, traditional and contemporary songs, singalongs, solos and duets; April 30, Cats 'N ' Jammers, swing trip par excellence; May 14, Ruthie Dornfield, Ruthie Hunter and Cathie Whitesides, Balkan songs and tunes, and Hank Bradley, the poison Coyote kid, and May 28, Danny Barnes and Mark Graham, quirky irrelevance, superb musicianship, and Orville Johnson, mongrel folk.

February 20,1998 (Friday) THIRD FRIDAY SPEAKER SERIES 8 p.m CWB Boathouse

John Guzzwell, famous for his single-handed 'round-the-world voyage on the pocket yawl, Trekka, will talk about his latest boat, the sloop Endangered Species. She's a 30' x 10' x 7' draft, cold-molded vessel that John describes as "fun to sail." This fast cruiser weighs a mere 4,500 lbs. John's talk and accompanying slides will cover why he designed Endangered Species, how he built her and how she handles.

February 21,1998 (Saturday) ANNUAL AUCTION Bell St. Conference Center, Seattle

The 1998 Auction has an exciting new look, a fabulous new location and the promise of being the best ever. "TradeWinds Fill Our Sails," will showcase the largest variety of goods, services,

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trips, getaways, artwork, one-of-a-kind things, luxury items and basics we've ever had. The gala evening includes buffet, beverages and tree park-ing. Tickets - $40 per person ($35 each when four or more are purchased together) - are on sale now by mail or by phone if you're paying by credit card.

March 7,1998 (Saturday) BASIC FIRST AID AFLOAT 10-11 a.m. CWB Boathouse

CWB volunteer Brian Pirie will cover what you need to know about First Aid out on the water and what your First Aid kit should con-tain. Brian's had 20 years of experience as an EMT and a Certified Operating Room Techni-cian. Whether you're sailing Lake Union or the oceans of the world, this is a don't-miss session.

March 20,1998 (Friday) THIRD FRIDAY SPEAKER SERIES 8 p.m CWB Boathouse

For thousands of years, the people of the Arctic conceived and evolved the most efficient self-propelled crafts ever in the history of man. Corey Freedman, who has probably forgotten more about kayaks that we will ever know, will take us on a unique cultural journey of umiaks and kayaks, from Siberia to Greenland, in "The History of the Skin Boat (4,000 B.C. - The Present)." It will be an in-depth look into the evolution, application, form and function of Arc-tic skin boats. Through slides and on-site repli-cas, he'll explore these truly remarkable construc-tion methods and how they are applicable in today's world.

March 28,1998 (Saturday) BRIGHTWATER LAKE UNION CLEAN-UP 9:30 a.m. - 2 p.m Meet at CWB Boathouse

Every year in the spring CWB volunteers drag hundreds of pounds of floating debris from the lake around the docks and along our shoreline. The job 's gotten easier since the inception of the Brightwater Project, a grant from Seattle's De-partment of Neighborhoods that made it pos-sible to renovate our Poulsbo boat, Terry Pettus, and to buy proper equipment for cleaning up the lake. So we'll be heading out in the lake to grab off the floating mess before it hits our front yard. We'll provide the gear and refreshments, you provide your time and enthusiasm. Friends and relatives welcome!

April 4,1998 (Saturday) SALE! SALE! SALE! 9 a.m - 4 p.m CWB Warehouse (Harrison between Fairview and Boren)

Who knows what treasures serious shoppers uncover at our semi-annual "garage sale." Will it be the boat of your dreams? Perhaps you'll discover that reverse thread, left-handed whatsis you've been looking for since Lincoln was presi-dent. The only way you'll find out what price-less treasures are hiding in our warehouse is to show up and shop.

April 26,1998 SPRING CRUISE noon - 8 p.m. (Participants' meeting at 1 p.m in the CWB Boathouse)

The Spring Cruise is our annual time capsule adventure. This year we'll explore the year 1950. Harry "The buck stops here" Truman is Presi-dent. New suburbs are popping up like mush-rooms and boom time babies are filling hospital nurseries. Television is the toy of the year. New Ford, Chevy and Plymouth sedans cost $1,600. Our flotilla of small boats will explore Lake Union as it was in 1950 when houseboat colonies and marine businesses shared the shoreline. Prizes for the best costumes and the best potluck sup-per culinary delights. Registration for the use of CWB boats is $5 - or bring your own.

May 16-17, 1998 (Saturday & Sunday) STEAMBOAT MEET 10 a.m - 5 p.m. CWB North Floats

Call me Puffin. I am a steamboat. I get lots of oil squirted on all my joints. It smells funny, but

I like it. My crew keeps feeding me with wood, coal or oil. Yummy! My owner sometimes taps my gauges that show how much steam pressure I have. That tickles. My owner is happy to talk all about my pistons, boiler and stuff like that. It sort of embarrasses me but my crew is really proud of me and they like others to know about me. I let my crew toot my whistle because we all love the sound and it a great stress reliever for all of us. We want you to come down and take free rides on me and my cousins. We will let you toot the whistle too.

July 3- 5 (Friday-Sunday) 22ND ANNUAL LAKE UNION WOODEN BOAT FESTIVAL 10 a.m - 6 p.m daily

Wooden boats in the water, wooden boats on the shore, demonstrations of how to do things on and to wooden boats, stuff for wooden boats, building wooden boats, racing wooden boats, wooden boats in history, music, food and fun. That's what our annual homage to our reason for being is all about. See you there!

MARINE SKILLS WORKSHOPS

All year 'round (classes every day in summer!) LEARN TO "SAIL NOW!" Fee: $150 per person (includes a one-year CWB membership)

11 a.m-1 p.m or 1:30 p.m - 3:30 p.m Satur-day & Sunday Instructors: Volunteers

Students will learn to sail classic boats in one session of classroom work and as many sessions of hands-on instruction as necessary (within a nine-month period) in our small boats, no more than three students per instructor. Students will graduate when able to sail a variety of keel, cen-

terboard, sloop and catboats by instinct, by them-selves. You may begin any Saturday, space per-mitting. Please call ahead for reservations.

For the student who is only free on week-days, or prefers one-on-one instruction, we con-tinue to offer individual lessons ($20/hour for members, $30/hour for non-members) on week-days by appointment.

February 21,1998 (Saturday) HOW TO BUY AND INSPECT A WOODEN BOAT 9 a.m - 5 p.m CWB Boatshop Fee: $40 (members)/$45 (non-members) Instructor: Lee Ehrheart

The class will cover the many facets of pur-chasing a wooden boat, including inspection, in-surance and bank loans. Each student's special interests will be addressed and an inspection tour of several CWB vessels will be included. Lim-ited to 20.

March 1 & 2,1998 (Saturday & Sunday) OAR MAKING WORKSHOP 9 a.m. - 5 p . m . CWB Boatshop Fee: $100 (members)/$125 (non-members) Instructor: Rich Kolin

Rich Kolin will instruct students in traditional oar-making techniques, making 8' spoons, straight oars and a variety of handle styles and leathers. The first morning will be lecture instruction on design physics and construction techniques; then students will team up to make a set of oars for the CWB Livery. Limited to 10.

March 14,1998 (Saturday) SECRETS OF MARLINSPIKE REVEALED 9 a.m - 4 p.m. CWB Library Fee: $100 (members)/$125 (non-members) Instructor: Dennis Armstrong

Throughout history sailors passed long hours on ocean crossings by inventing decorative and functional knots. The fo 'c 's le arts include such fancy knots as monkey's fist, Turk's head, sinnet and the star knot. Dennis will begin with basic and practical knots. Mastery of the basics will lead to the construction of monkey's fists and

Turk's heads. Other fancy work will be discussed as time allows. Limited to 10

March 16-21,1998 (Monday-Saturday) INUIT ( W E S T G R E E N L A N D ESKIMO) KAYAK WORKSHOP 9 a.m - 5 p.m CWB Boatshop Fee: $550 (members)/$600 (non-members) Instructor: Corey Freedman

This type of kayak has been used for thou-sands of years and is still the primary mode of water transportation in western Greenland. No woodworking experience is needed - just the en-thusiasm and desire to build your own kayak. This experience will be a cultural joining as much as an acquisition of skill, and both aspects will be yours for life. Corey is an experienced builder and instructor who has conducted classes throughout the Northwest. Limited to 4.

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March 20-22,1998 (Friday - Sunday) MARINE CABINET MAKING WORKSHOP Fee: $100 (members)/$115 (non-members) 9 a.m. - 3 p.m CWB Boathouse Instructor: Craig Kirkby

The purpose of the class is to expose stu-dents to the intricacies of marine cabinetry. The plan to be used is of a cabinet that is fit into a curved wall space on a boat interior. Students will use the plan to draw a more specific design and then work in pairs to build their own cabinet de-signed specifically to introduce them to yacht join-ery. Rabbets, dadoes, tenons, raised panels, plugs and sea rails will be included. Limited to 8.

March 28-29, April 4-5, 1998 (Saturdays & Sundays) PAINTING AN OLD WOODEN BOAT Fee: $80 (members)/$90 (non-members) 9 a.m. - 1 p.m each day CWB Boathouse Instructor: Don Rohlfing

This class, taught by a master marine painter, will be a hands-on experience in restoration of coatings on an old classic, from preparation to final coat. Don Rohlfing has met and solved ev-ery imaginable problem in marine coatings, in-cluding Northwest weather. Limited to 7.

April 4,1998 (Saturday) LINING OFF SEMINAR Fee: $30 (members)/$40 (non-members) 9 a. m - noon CWB Boatshop Instructor: Eric Hvalsoe

Students will have a show-and-tell session on how to line off planks (determine their width and sweep lor lapstrake and carvel construction) professionally. The instructor is one of the best traditional boat builders around. Limited to 12.

April 4,1998 (Saturday) CAULKING SEMINAR Fee: $10 (members)/$15 (non-members) 1 p.m - 3p.m CWB Boatshop Instructor: Tim Reagan

The instructor is in demand around the world for his skills in caulking new boats and re-caulk-ing the old classics. This will be a demonstration session to introduce the tools and techniques necessary to complete a successful and seawor-thy caulking job. If the foredeck of the Wawona has been completed, the class can follow up by caulking the deck under Tim's supervision. Stu-dents should bring coveralls, kneepads and caulk-ing tools. Limited to 12.

April 18-19 (Saturday & Sunday) LOFTING WORKSHOP Fee: $115 (members)/$125 (non-members) 8:30 a.m - 5:30 p.m CWB Boathouse Instructor: Eric Hvalsoe

Students will loft a classic boat from a table of offsets. This workshop will enable students to read plans and understand the arcane mysteries of bevels, rabbet lines, deductions and construc-tion drawings. Eric Hvalsoe is an experienced boatbuilder and designer who has conducted loft-

ing and boatbuilding workshops for more than 10 years. This class is highly recommended as a prerequisite for our boatbuilding workshops. Limited to 6.

May 2-10,1998 (Saturday-Sunday) LAPSTRAKE BOATBUILDING Fee: $550 (members)/$600 (non-members) 8:30 a.m - 5:30 p.m CWB Boatshop Instructors: Eric Hvalsoe & Dierk Yochim

Eric, a homegrown Seattle boatbuilder, has proven he can stand up to the best of the Downeast builders. Dierk, our Shop Manager, has proven he can stand up to the rigors of lead-ing volunteers through boat restoration. Together they'll lead students through the mysteries of lapstrake construction to build Eric's classic de-sign, the Hvalsoe 15. Students will build the hull, spars, centerboard, rudder and tiller. Limited to 8.

May 16,1998 (Saturday) STRIP PLANKED KAYAK SEMINAR Fee: $25 (members)/$30 (non-members) 9 a.m. - 3p.m CWB Boathouse Instructor: Prof. Paul Ford

Strip planking is a hybrid technology. Thin 1/ 4" strips of wood are edge-glued to form the hull shape. Then the planks are encased in fiberglass for strength and waterproofing. The result is a strong, rigid, light "sandwich" construction. This is the only class at the Center that discusses ex-tensive use of fiberglass. The instructor is experi-enced in strip building and effectively provides students with the technical information needed -in a seminar session - to enable them to build their own strip planked kayak. Limited to 20.

May 19 & 21,26 & 28 (Tuesdays & Thursdays) NAMEBOARD CARVING Fee: $65 (members)/$70 (non-members) 6 p.m. - 8 p.m CWB Boatshop Instructor: Nathan Slater

The class will cover both layout and carving techniques. Each student will carve their own nameboard with letters 3" high (for a boat or house). If there is time, half model carving will also be covered. Nathan Slater is an experienced

Some of our flock (human and otherwise) seem to have gone astray and we hope you can help find them. On the human side, we've lost track of a life member, Jerry Henneman. The last address we had for him was in Kirkland but he's moved and we can't get a forwarding address. If you know where Jerry is, please give Dick Wagner a call - (206) 382-2628.

And please, don't let us lose track of you. Most of our mailings to members go by bulk mail, which generally is not forwarded by the Post Office and does not get returned to us with

boatbuilder and nameboard carver. Limited to 6.

May 23,1998 (Saturday) CANOE CANVAS WORKSHOP Fee: $40 (members)/$50 (non-members) 9 a.m - 6 p.m CWB Pavilion Instructor: Eric Harman

The class will re-canvas an existing canoe, in-cluding removing the old canvas, attaching the new and filling the canvas in preparation for painting. The instructor is very experienced in building and repairing canvas-covered canoes. Limited to 8.

May 23 & 30 (Saturdays) POETRY, SEA STORIES & MACRAMÉ Fee: $25 (members)/$30 (non-members) 1 p.m -4 p.m CWB Boathouse Instructor: Warren Scholl

Warren has been an expert at macramé since the mid-'30s and was writing poetry before that. He welcomes poets and raconteurs to take the class and share their literary work. Warren knows an infinite variety of macramé. Students each will make two projects of their own choice. Lim-ited to 10.

May 30 - June 7 (Saturday - Sunday) BAIDARKA (Aleutian-Inuit) KAYAK WORK-SHOP Fee: $750 (members)/$775 (non-members) 9 a.m - 5 p.m CWB Pavilion Instructor: Corey Freedman

This kayak is a different and more compli-cated construction than the Greenland Inuit type. Each student will build their own boat. The in-structor is well-recognized for his expertise in native kayak construction and his teaching abil-ity. Limited to 4.

NOTE: A $100 non-refundable deposit is re-quired to register for all boatbuilding work-shops; the balance is due no later than one week prior to the workshop. Pre-payment in full reserves your place in all other workshops. Classes with fewer than four students will be canceled or postponed.

address corrections. If your address changes, please let us know so you won't miss any of the very important stuff we send you.

We're also missing a lot of library books, checked out but never returned to CWB. All the books in our library are donated. There's no bud-get item for replacing the missing ones. We don't charge a fine for overdue books. We won't give you a lecture. We'll even smile at you and offer you a cup of coffee. We'll do all this if you'll just search your bookshelves and hustle on down here with those missing CWB books. Thanks!

PLEASE HELP US FIND OUR POOR LITTLE LOST LAMBS

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BOATS, ENGINES - AND A CAR -

FOR SALE BY CWB 30' Chris Craft Constellation Express

Cruiser: 1964, in good shape with nice, clean interior. Twin 283 V-8s run clean; VHF, DS. $15,000/OBO.

1976 Cadillac DeVille, with sunroof, ste-reo and the works. Runs well. Tow hitch. $1,200.

1962 Thunderbird, Hull #35.26' fast, sea-worthy Ben Seaborn design. Has sails; mast re-cently re-done. Needs some work. Hull sound. $1,500/OBO.

Mercurys, two of them, one with trailer. Both need work. $300 and $400/OBO.

18' Geary Flatties - two of them. One with an 18' x 8' flatbed trailer ($50) and one with no trailer ($ lOO/OBO).

Port Madison Pram. Needs cosmetics and some work. $200/OBO.

Arnolt Sea Mite 4 cyl. 60 c.i.d. 20hp. Par-tial rebuild, extra parts inc. prop shaft. $200/ OBO.

Westerbeke 4-91 diesel block. Good for parts. $ lOO/OBO.

To see any of these, stop by the CWB Boat-house or call Bob Perkins, (206) 382-2628.

CLASSIFIEDS 9' sa i l ing t e n d e r , de s igned & bui l t by R i c h K o l i n , 1 9 9 7 . D e s i g n b a s e d o n

H e r r e s h o f f C o l u m b i a L i f e b o a t M o d e l . R o u n d bo t tom, lapstrake, cedar on oak . 75 lbs. $2,500. Rich Kolin, 360-659-5591.

Excellent 12' Fishing Sk i f f , vee-bot tom, cedar planked, completely restored 8/96. Includes rare 1957 Johnson Seahorse 5 1/ 2hp outboard with motor cover & dolly. Price reduced to $895. Richard McCol ley , (206)878-7745.

14' Whitehall (the subject of Rich Kolin 's next book) currently under construction. Substantial discount available if sale contract is signed by March 15. 360-659-5591.

29' Bristol Bay Gi l lnet ter convers ion , 25hp diesel, radio, depth sounder , wood s tove . S l e e p s t w o . M o o r a g e a v a i l a b l e . $12,000. (425) 776-7027.

21' Cruisers , Inc. 1964 Express Cruiser ( res tored 1996) . L a p s t r a k e p l y w o o d on oak f r a m e s / s t r i n g e r s , b r o n z e f a s t e n e r s , b r i g h t w o r k f i n i s h e d wi th T o u g h S h i e l d , n e w f u e l t anks & l ines , s t a in l e s s deck hardware , cockpi t sole & seat pedestals ; handhe ld GPS. Ful ly rebui l t Merc ru i se r

( 1 4 0 h p ) w / 2 5 hrs . , f r e s h w a t e r coo l ing , new deepcycle battery, vol tage regulator . $ 6 , 9 0 0 , wi l l c o n s i d e r r o w i n g she l l o r W h i t e h a l l f o r p a r t i a l t r a d e . P a t r i c k McCabe , (206) 464-8340 (wk), (206) 780-0 4 5 2 (hm) , p m c c a b e @ s e a t i m e s . c o m (e-mail).

W a n t e d : ' P a t r i c G a r d e n o f t h e C W B Boatshop is looking for someone to room wi th w h o also has s o m e shop space to share. Leave msg . at C W B or call (425) 455-5942.

Two Kermath 5hp engines . For details, call John, ( 3 6 0 ) 4 2 8 - 1 8 5 6 .

T h a n k s a n d c o n g r a t u l a t i o n s t o N i c k C a r e y a n d al l t h o s e w h o c r e w e d o n Barakah du r ing the 1997 W Y R A cam-p a i g n . N i c k s u c c e s s - f u l l y s k i p p e r e d Barakah to second place overall in Class C c o m p e t i t i o n and b r o u g h t h o m e Ba-rakah's f irst pennant . Wel l done all!

T o m Scott , Barakah

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