Sigmund. Or Alice, or whatever the hell I'm going to eventually name this graceful craft, inches along.

After some decent progress while I should have been working, things crept to a halt during a rather intensive period of actually working. Progress however is imminent.

Maybe the Right was right.
Part One.
Well it’s been a little over a week since Washington State made gay marriage legal. What a momentous event. After being legalized legislatively, same sex marriage was finally legalized by a vote of the people.
During the lead up to the election the conservative right alleged that the passage of r-74 would lead to the erosion of traditional marriage, recruitment of our nations’ youth into the gay, immoral lifestyle and countless other socially detrimental activities as defined by the intolerant standard bearers on the Right.

I’ve always leaned way left, although I prefer my politicians to hover just to the left of center. For me gay marriage is about social equity and inclusion, notions lost on the Political right. But after only a week and the law not yet fully implemented I’m having second thoughts. I've begun noticing a profound moral shift in and around the small community in which I live.

These are some of the things I’ve seen:

High school age girls being gang scissored by uber butch,lesbian teachers. Apparently all educators, at least in godless, liberal , urban areas are homosexuals and the schools themselves little more than homo incubators whose sole focus is increasing the risk of our little babies bumping the wrong kind of junk.

Pre-pubescent boys wearing tighter than normal white tee shirts and saddle shoes, discussing not X-Box or any box, sports or girls, but instead the last episode of Glee. Blaine’s such a bitch.

Groups of teenagers, discussing their excitement over being able to choose their sexuality when the time comes. Gushing over the possibilities of a brave new world where their sexual identities are as flexible as Larry Craig’s lower leg in an airport urinal. And to think I’d always thought it to be biological. How could I be so naïve.

Unhinged, empty looks upon the faces of heterosexual couples abruptly confronted with the grim realization that their unions are suddenly devoid of meaning or substance, as they wander aimlessly through a barren emotional wasteland that is the new nuptial norm.

So now I know not what to think.  Could it be that the Right was on to something? Shudder to think, but the possibility exists that those of us who believed that rights for all was a solemn truth, were little more than misinformed Pollyanna’s.

No, that’s bullshit.

Platform bed

This is our new platform bed. Cedar posts and the remnants of old fir high school bleachers from Bellingham.  The little creature is Sir William. Pretty regal looking and showing decent posture for a change.
Recycled fir is beautiful and super stable, but it's often pretty challenging to work with. Saw blades and router bits blow out corners and splinter off edges right when you think you're in the clear.

...Alice

Alice lives.
This reminds me of the billboards in the early seventies that read: Frodo lives. Probably not as dramatic though.
Well, after a long summer building shit other than boats, I'm back in the shop in fits and starts.

Alice has seen her rails installed, breasthooks, bulkheads, centerboard case and deckbeams begun. I'm trying to discipline myself to sand at least a little during each work session. There's nothing worse than waiting until the end and being inundated with this thankless task.

This is what an Iain Oughtred, Arctic Tern looks like from the water line.

Hope Island Networking

My father was a terrible storyteller. The narrative arc of any tale he was spinning was frequently interrupted by detours back to the start or belated side trips to relevant subtext. I realize now, months after beginning this blog and many too many months removed from my last post that the genesis of this whole tale was never sufficiently explained.

 

In September of 2011 I took my pulling boat, Herman on a trip through South Puget Sound.  The inspiration to build Herman and the idea for this trip came after competing in the Key Peninsula Road Race in the late nineties.  During this fairly grueling bike race, while I struggled along at the back of the middle, I spent a great deal too much time thinking and planning and scheming when I would have been better served peddling just a touch faster.

The building of Herman was begun in 2002, but the combination of a mid life re-invention and far too many shiny things allowed for approximately eleven minutes of progress that year and for the years to come. Work resumed during the winter of 2010/11. And after roughly 200 hours, Herman hit the water in May of 2011.

There’s a bounty of subtle beauty in and around the southern end of Puget Sound. Contrary to what is seen further north, the forest descends all the way to the water.  Trees, both conifer and deciduous, lean out over the tide line. Beaches are scattered infrequently. Sand is sparse. There is a slowness, a meandering which, from the thwart of a wooden rowboat is just about perfect.

I planned a four day journey. One day on the east side of the Key Peninsula, rowing in and around the village of Home, and then three days to circumnavigate Harstine Island. The second night was spent on Hope Island, just seemingly a stone’s throw both from the nasty ass sprawl of the Olympia suburbs and the serene emptiness of Squaxin Island.

Upon arriving at Hope Island several canoes lined the southwest beach. One of them appeared abandoned. Two of them looked shabby but useful. After pulling Herman above the high tide line I began walking around. In the uplands sat what appeared to be one of the canoes’ owners. When I asked if he paddled over from Olympia in one of the canoes he gave me a slightly aggrieved yes. I thought it odd the question annoyed him. We chatted for a bit and then I walked on.

After a bit of exploring I returned to Herman and moved to a beach further east. There I saw pulled ashore a lovely Adirondack Guideboat. A Guideboat is a sleek, sixteen foot, canoe like (to the untrained eye) rowing boat. A few minutes later Bruce, the annoyed un -owner of a not- canoe walked down to the beach.

We quickly established that the Guideboat was his and the cause of his irritation was due to everywhere he rowed he got asked about his not-canoe. After seeing me rowing along in a craft that to the general population is a fairly obtuse vessel and seemingly being ignorant of his boat’s design, he was more disappointed than irritated.

That night and the following day we talked about boats, among other things. It’s inevitable that when boat people converge, talk eventually tilts towards; “The next boat”. As it turned out, Bruce and I had similar ideas for our next boats. Boats that could be rowed or sailed equally well. Boats that didn’t need auxiliary power. Boats that would demand only minutes at the launch ramp. And boats that are pointy at both ends.

As we rowed towards what would be the end of my trip and the middle of Bruce’s, I was well on my way towards new boat fantasy land. As luck would have it so was Bruce.

Music To Motivate

Working in my shop, or on a job-site, or just trying to summon the enthusiasm for cleaning my house, music fires me up. So the following is my list of favorite songs for elevating me to a level that allows for production far exceeding what I'm typically capable of.

Warren Zevon:  Excitable Boy.
There's so much energy in this song and I just love the juxtaposition of the dark subject matter with the jaunty arrangement.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MBQRjoKSNQw

LCD Soundsystem: All My Friends.
This song is all about bouncing and jumping up and down. To a fly on my shop wall watching me dance, the dividing line between pathetic and inspiring is ever so thin. I can scarcely remember any of the lyrics, but at the end of this song I'm almost always smiling.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mqzP8E3nllc

My Morning Jacket: Okonokos
Trying to decide upon a single MMJ song is truly impossible. The live album, Okonokos, which was released after they toured in supposrt of the album; Z, is loaded with some of the best live recordings I've ever heard. Disc one is probably the most heavily played record hidden within my I-Pod.
Here are the three that rile me up the most.
Lay Low:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CpvH1RldX44
One Big Holiday:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YZfjPZoT5
Gideon: This is the letterman version
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4HvIwhDRsM

Wilco: Handshake Drugs.
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3jsvy_w-i-l-c-o-handshake-drugs-austin_music

Pearl Jam: Fuckin Up.
Just because.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IyFkgzftxyI&feature=related

Knud Reimers, Tumlaren

Flygburen 

This is Flygburen. Flygburen is a Tumlaren. A 27', double ended sloop. The Tumlaren design was created by Knud Reimers in the 1930's.

In 1985 my father, Richard and I got a wild hair about building a sailboat. I'd previously never done such a thing, however my father had built several boats through the years.

Filled with zeal and unrealistic optimism, we set forth on what we believed would be a two year process. But life does occasionally offer up obstacles that delay even the best of plans. The combination of building outside in the Pacific Northwest, one plodding worker and one easily distracted by girls and promising ski reports conspired to stretch the project to a little over seven years.

Flygburen was launched in August of 1993 in Everett, WA. She currently lives in Bellingham, WA where I sail her around twenty days a year.

The Tumlaren design is a delight to sail. Fast, close winded and remarkably seaworthy for such a narrow, light displacement boat. Flygburen is sailed primarily singlehanded and is perfect for such sailing. The beauty of small boats and one sailor is the proximity of lines, controls...

Morning Ski Tour

Ian Fair and Sir William skinning up Capright above the town of Twisp. Sir William doesn't actually have skins applied to his stubby little thug legs. Good dog snow for a little guy. Good powder for the rest of us.

Capright is about four miles via the crow, east/northeast of Twisp. In the spring it's relatively smooth slopes are crazy with wildflowers before summers heat bakes it to brown.

This is my favorite sort of ski tour. No need for beacons, snowmachines, big packs or long drives.

Every damn clamp.

...That's what it took to glue up both gunwales at the same time. But now that the rails and breasthooks are installed, albeit rough for the time being, I'll now move on to the Arctic Tern's bulkheads, centerboard case and other misc. items.

Shots of the Methow

 This is the Methow Valley of North central Washington State in the first photo.Shot from my pulling boat in Pearrygin Lake one dramatic afternoon this past fall.

And in the second photo, this is the Methow Valley from the windows of my boatshop one winter morning not too long ago. Gardner Mountain looming beneath a stubborn moon. Did I really just write; stubborn moon?

In the third photo are a bunch of dumbasses playing croquet down the side of a mountain. The suspicious looking person in the white tux jacket inspired me with stories of croqueting down, through and around Aspen in the seventies. There may have been alcohol involved

Herman

My Joel White, Shearwater pulling boat; Herman Getting ready to leave the shop for her/his maiden voyage. And loaded and getting ready to circle Hartstene Island, September 2011.

It took around 220 hours to build Herman.The first 20 were in 2003, the remaining 200 during the winter of 2010/11.
The Shearwater design is a 16' long, three planked interpretation of an Oselvar Faering. Built of lapstrake plywood with two watertight compartments he/she weighs in the neighborhood of 135 pounds.

"A Few Words in Defense of Our Country"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OldToIF5ZGs

I love Randy Newman. And when this song was released it struck a major chord inside me. Although he plays a bunch of minor seventh chords throughout the song

Santorum?

spreadingsantorum.com

Santorum? Really? Did we somehow return to 2004? Is the fat little ghost of Karl Rove here to punish us for thoughtful, intelligent thought? Shall woman give back their shoes and diaphragms in the name of family based upon an arbitrary, poorly written work of historical fiction? It must be a dream.
I'm a touch ambivalent about including the santorum link. There's always the remote chance he could gain favor through sympathy regarding his frothyness. It's just That the whole Santorum as despicable effluent is just so thoroughly inspired.

For a brief moment Alice got  a taste of the snowy outside world before retreating to her cocoon for the next six weeks whilst Ted gets fitted out. Both rollovers occurred on days when we received pretty significant snowfalls.Should probably be skiing today.

Iain Oughtred, Arctic Tern

See. It really did happen.

Today we roll the Arctic Tern over. I've been referring to the two boats as; Ted and Alice. Today's rollover happens to Alice and then I begin finishing Ted. That almost sounds naughty. Pictures will follow if we remember.

Winter project

This winter I've been building an Iain Oughtred, Arctic Tern for a client in Portland. I'm building a second hull as well for myself or some lucky, yet to be determined future owner.

The Arctic Tern is an 18', half decked, rowing and sailing beach cruiser. Built of glued clinker plywood, she'll be dry, light and lovely.

First Post

It's morning. I'm drinking coffee. I don't get this. Maybe I should go back to Facebook. When does the money start rolling in?

A shot from James Bay, Prevost Island BC.