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It's been a tough winter for the Surge Narrows community with uncommonly heavy snowfall, rain and wind at times isolating the off-the-grid and self sufficient community that inhabits the the Discovery Islands of the north Sailish Sea, Vancouver Island, British Columbia.

Surge Narrows lies at the midrift of the East Side of Vancouver Island, at the confluence of the narrow Whiterock Passage to the east, the Hoskyn channel to the south, and the Okisollo Channel to the north. When the tidal currents run through the constricted rocky gaps at Surge Narrows at 14-16 knots, roving whirlpools abound and the tidal rapids sound like thunder at a mile distance.

Surge Narrows area is a beautiful and fun place to explore by boat, and on foot. Friendly people and a tight-knit community in tune with the weather and their surroundings. The Octopus Islands lie 7 miles north, through Beazley Passage and up the Okisollo Channel, a thorough-fare for orcas.

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The San Francisco Bay area is blessed to have an uncommonly talented group of sailing writers. Ronnie Simpson, John Riise, and Kimball Livingston are just a couple of the best.

With the reduction of writing skills being taught in schools these days, I'm encouraged and recall fondly the kids at Surge Narrows's two room school, snowbound, and things they wrote this winter. Here are a couple of their stories.

My Upcoming S.A.L.T’s Sailing Trip by Robbie Leggett
Later this year, I will get to go on a ten day sailing program called
“S.A.L.T’s”. The particular trip I am taking goes on the outer coast of
Vancouver Island and from Victoria to Port Hardy on a tall ship
called the “Pacific Swift”. It is over a hundred feet in length and is a
schooner. There is one other ship I could go on called the “Pacific
Grace”, but it isn’t sailing the rout I wanted. The Pacific Grace is a
little bigger, is a schooner as well, and sometimes does the same rout
as the Pacific Swift at the same time. My sister, Jenna, went on the
Pacific Grace for the past two years. She did the outer coast first and
the inner coast the next year. She is the one who recommended the
outer coast to me. Jenna said the outer coast was a little more fun
than the inner coast because at some points on the trip you hit wide
open water with no land in sight. On the outer coast, there is also hot
springs you eventually stop at. There are hiking trails on some of the
stops we make, and lots of beaches you can look for souvenirs on.
There will be lots of swimming, hiking, and learning how to sail a
tall ship. I hope to tell everyone all about it when I return.

Winter Wonderland by Salix
As usual I woke up late, because it’s was a
school day. I always get up late on a
school day, and early on a normal day!
But today was different! I gasped, as I
looked up, at a white winter wonder
land! It was “beautiful surprise” said dad
grinning, ”wow” I exclaimed “ I made
pancakes!” dad said. ……. There was silence
as we ate…then Dad packed my
lunch. After a while we headed outside, I
made a snowball and threw it at dad! He
made a face and threw one at me! Then
he said “we should start to go” so we
trudged up the hill. I started to sweat…..
After about a thousand years it seemed to
me, we were at the road. I threw my backpack
on the snowy ground and panted. After
we had caught our breath, I hurled a snowball,
it hit dad in the chest, he said” huh?”
but then caught on and started making a
snowball, I promptly curled into a ball, it
hit me on the back. After we were done the
snowball fight, we did snow angels. Dad put
two ears on his and said it was a snow bunny.
I tried to make a snow bunny, but
failed. I tried some more times and finally
made one. Then the school bus came and I
had to go. The End

Dylan’s Snowy Boat Ride
One day I went to school with my sister and Salix. We went in the little boat. Mom was driving us to school.
Mom had to wear her sunglasses because it was very snowy.
It felt very cold. I felt it everywhere! We could see the ocean and it looked like white and blue at the same time.
The snow was falling and when it touched the ocean it turned to water. I couldn’t see the shoreline because it was
too snowy. We couldn’t see any trees. But Mom knew where to go.
The only sound I could hear was the boat. There was no birds flying around. We saw mist.
By the time I got to school I was very cold. I got out of the boat and walked up the hill. There was lots of snow
on the road. It was up to my waist. It was hard to walk in.
When I got in the school I had to take all my snowy clothes off. My clothes kept me dry. It felt really warm in
the school.
Then Susanne made me do some work because it was a school day.
The end. By Dylan
 

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"The San Francisco Bay area is blessed to have an uncommonly talented group of sailing writers. Ronnie Simpson, John Riise, and Kimball Livingston are just a couple of the best. "

You, Skip, are not exactly chopped liver as a writer either.
 
When a great white shark comes ashore during Spring Break, it could be news. Unfortunately, the 10 foot sub-adult that beached between the Capitola Wharf and Pleasure Point did not survive. Not that attempts weren't made. The Pelagic Shark Research Foundation tried to relaunch the great white, but failed. Then local pro-surfer and big wave rider Anthony Tashnick went into the shoal water up to his waist, grabbed the shark by the tail, and tried to pull the thrashing animal into deeper water.

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That was on Friday. On Saturday the now deceased animal was loaded into the back of a pick-up truck and taken for a necropsy by a team of veterinarians from S. Cal.

In this part of the world, many water men and woman, surfers and paddlers, respect and revere great whites. In the opinion of many, taking a shark for its fin, then discarding the still living animal is sacrilege.

In 1991-92, Santa Cruz was visited by a school of basking sharks, perhaps a dozen. These are big creatures, much bigger than great whites. Basking sharks are the second largest fish in the sea, after the whale shark. Basking sharks are harmless, as they are plankton filter feeders. But their fin resembles a great white cruising the surface..and had locals a bit nervous for the month they were here, within sight of the Wharf.

Once, during the 1991 visitation, I could see the head of a basking shark near the bow of WILDFLOWER, while its tail was near the stern, 27 feet aft.

Unfortunately, the fin of a basking shark is worth a lot of money. And the species has been hunted to near extinction. We haven't seen them again in Monterey Bay.

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No one noticed as they sped past the ghost of another fishing tradition, the Monterey Clipper VITA MARIE, about to be trucked to the landfill.
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Early in the last century, when commercial fishing was big business, feluccas were the fish boats of choice. Their design was based on the traditional Italian feluccas with lateen sail rigs and brought to the New World by Italian immigrants. At one time there were likely 500 sailing feluccas fishing between Monterey and SF Bay.

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I went to school with Mark Siino, whose grandfather owned Monterey Bay Boat Works through the early 1970's. Marks father built the little felucca model that's hanging in the Monterey Bay Aquarium. Mark himself was encouraged to follow in the family tradition but times were changing and it was obvious that building and repairing wooden fishing boats wasn't going to make a living. I remember, in the early 70's the Boatworks being crowded with ferrocement sailing cruisers. I expect that most of them were never completed.

When the gas engine like the Hicks Marine Engine appeared after WWI, many of the sailing feluccas either were converted, or disappeared. When the sailing rig was abandoned, the felucca becamea known as the "Monterey Clipper" like VITA MARIE.

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Today, with their wood construction and modest speed, the Monterey Clipper is an endangered species, even at Fishermans' Wharf in San Francisco where few remain active in the fishing business. A pity, because the Clipper's double ended hull shape is pretty beyond words to look at.

And who could resist the sound of their engines saying "Potato, Potato, Potato."

Fair well, VITA MARIE.

If the day ever comes that I pitch the sailing gig and get a power boat, it will be a Monterey-style fishing boat or a New England lobster boat. I'm not big on frill and the functional look of the boats with fishing heritage appeals to me.
 
Way back when, I took a OSCS Offshore sailing class. One day we were motoring from Halfmoon Bay to Santa Cruz on a glassy sea when we saw some fins. We motored over to get a closer look and as we got there they just gently dived. It was was a pretty amazing sight. It could very well have been 90 or 91.
 
Recent visitors to Capitola Boat Club and Maritime Museum were Craig and Vicky, schooner people from Los Osos (Morro Bay.)

I first met C&V in Queen Charlotte Straits, British Columbia, as they doublehanded their beautiful schooner MAGIC, complete with Golly Wobbler...And Bengal cat, the fearless Archie, who lept from the bow of MAGIC's rowing tender to onboard WILDFLOWER, and disappeared below, to take position on my bunk.
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Craig recently navigated the 107 year classic schooner MARTHA in the 2015 Transpac. This week C&V trailered something smaller than MARTHA to Capitola: their 20 foot, 300 pound, Iain Oughtred designed, Sooty Tern yawl WEE BONNIE. The Sooty Tern is a stretched version of Oughtred's popular 18 foot Arctic Tern.

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It was Craig and Vicky's first time sailing out of Santa Cruz, and they enjoyed light to moderate winds as well as otter, humpback, and loon sightings.

As WEE BONNIE returned to Santa Cruz Harbor, Craig managed to pick off the wave of the day, and "Ohhhh, Ahhhhh, Weeeee" surfed through the Harbor Entrance, safely attaining the launch ramp for a celebratory beer.

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Thanks, Craig and Vicky, for the visit and photos!
 
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In the above post I mentioned my first meeting with Craig and Vicky's schooner MAGIC in BC waters at the N. end of Vancouver Island. As well as my introduction to MAGIC's ship's cat, the irrepressible Bengal kitty "Archie," who leapt aboard WILDFLOWER and proceeded below for an inspection.

Here's some more pics of MAGIC and Archie, compliments of Craig and Vicky. It is hard to say which is the prettier: the schooner or the kitty. They are both beautiful and fine examples of their species.

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Wednesday Night Racing at Santa Barbara. Santa Cruz 27's are strong little boats. But not that strong. A few seconds later the mast came down. Oooops.

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Brings up an interesting question. Who bears responsibility? The red Santa Cruz 27 was on starboard. The oncoming white sloop out of control under spinnaker was on port...

I'd guess both boats equally at fault. The SC-27 should have seen the situation developing and got the hell out of there.
 
Well, I have not raced in years but I seem to remember that a windward boat must keep clear of a leeward boat, and it looks to me that white boat is to weather of the red boat.
So the red boat has right of way....

My father used to impress on me that it was possible to be DEAD RIGHT! (He was referencing pedestrian right of way in California.)

I have won my share pickle dishes by avoiding trouble even if I had right of way, so I must agree with the "cat whisperer" that the red boat should have avoided the confrontation.
 
No lack of excitement getting to Santa Cruz Harbor yesterday....a big cat was visiting, and definitely not a catamaran.

At the entrance to the East Cliff Shopping Center, a mountain lion decided to take a nap in a pepper tree. When he groggily awoke, he found himself surrounded by armed law enforcement. The expression on the mountain lion's face said, "Ah, Geeze, I'm busted. Might as well go back to my nap until they shoot me."

All ended well, and the napping big kitty was safely relocated, sporting a fancy GPS collar. In support of peaceful interaction with all animals, Howard wore his red pussyhat to Coffee Club.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o7OMv15jRww
 
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Those that have followed this thread since 2008 know I'm a sucker for attempting to solve maritime mysteries. We've tracked down what became of RELIANCE's 212 foot hollow steel mast (became the flagpole for the original Brooklyn Dodgers baseball team,) what happened to Bogie's model of SANTANA that was his wedding present from Lauren Bacall, and what became of the first Herreshoff catamaran on San Francisco Bay.

A new mystery has arisen its head. I call it the "Tale of the Boat with the Dragon Tiller."

Kaci Cronkhite of Port Townsend, WA, has written a wonderful book about finding the history of her 28 foot Spidsgatter double ended sloop PAX, built in Norway in 1936. Part love story, part quest, an adventure, and intriguing mystery, "FINDING PAX, The Unexpected Journey of a Little Wooden Boat" is a good read and nice insight into the author's determination in reconstructing the fascinating history of her boat.

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As a kid, I remember seeing PAX, then named FIRECREST, near San Pedro. Rather, what caught my attention was the carved dragon tiller extending forward from the sweet stern and outboard rudder.

Kaci now knows the history of PAX from 1936-1962, and from 1973 to the present, Including PAX being heavily damaged by fire, two reconstructions, and the disappearance of the dragon tiller. What remains a mystery are PAX's 11 years in Southern California, berthed at now defunct Colonial Yacht Anchorage, in San Pedro.

As I write, Kaci is pounding the docks of San Pedro, continuing to seek the missing 11 years of her little sloop. On May 10, at 6:30 pm, Kaci Cronkhite is coming to Sausalito's Spaulding Center to tell the story of Finding PAX and her special connection to Sausalito. I commend Kaci's story to you.

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/spauld...aci-cronkhite-finding-pax-tickets-33901975722

And the Dragon Tiller is out there somewhere.

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Only in Santa Cruz. After the initial 3 races in the Moore 24 Pacific Coast Championships, sailmaker Dave Hodges opened his nearby Ullman Sails loft to the fleet for a post-race gathering...

Several years ago Dave got a good deal on a baseball batting cage and pitching machine. The whole thing was set up in the sail loft and takes up almost the entire floor with the mesh netting cage. After work, Dave would set up the batting cage and son Robert's Little League team would show up for batting practice..Pretty soon, Dave was the baseball coach.

Last evening the Moore-24 fleet showed up for some entertainment at Dave's loft. The pitching machine would wind up, and the ball would be smacked to rousing applause. The pitching machine could deliver different speed and spin on the ball to the batter.

The pitching machine only went rogue once, delivering a wild fastball that went through the drywall. Never a dull moment in the Moore-24 fleet.
 
While Jackie was high in Berkeley, we went high in the Sierra, on a shakedown of A's new, used, camp trailer RUBY. Yosemite was the goal, and Oh Boy, were the waterfalls in full cry. The thunder of Yosemite Falls could be heard across the Valley.

RUBY, fresh from a makeover by Howard and myself, is only 14'9" LOA, Beam 6'10" and DISP of 1,900 pounds. RUBY's cabin has a dinette, enclosed toilet and shower, galley, fridge that makes ice, and bunk with "garage" under. We parked in a lupin fringed meadow on CHAUTAUQUA's land (thanks, Cris!), just uphill from Big Creek, where dozens of frogs chorused their mating croaks each evening. Overhead, a spotted owl barked in appreciation, and quail ran for cover.

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Highway 140 into Yosemite had just re-opened from extended repairs, and we descended from Crane Flat, passed frothy Cascade Creek and came into view of Bridalveil Falls ahead. I've never seen so much water coming over Bridalveil, and by luck of timing, the sun was rising in the notch to the left of Leaning Tower.

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After hiking as close as we could to the base of Bridalveil, we retreated before becoming completely soaked in snowmelt. Fortunately it was a warm, sunny, day, 80 degrees. We passed Lower Cathedral Spire (5.6), site of my first Yosemite rockclimb, back in the pre-chalk days when I climbed in bare feet, using 3 strand Goldline for belay.

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We hiked across the meadow and Sentinel Bridge over the near-flood-stage Merced to visit the base of Yosemite Falls. Picnicked on the shores of usually placid Mirror Lake, which was now white water rapids. Entertainment was provided by a pair of mallards using back eddies to play in Tenaya Creek.

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It looked like it had recently snowed in many parts of the Valley. But was actually Dogwood trees in bloom.
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All in all, a good mountain ramble to shakedown not only RUBY the camp/trailer, but also my repaired Achilles tendon.
 
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Wow, the falls are HEEE_UGE.

I've been tempted to make a slightly oversized teardrop trailer for some time now. Instead, I spent about $90 on a preposterously large Coleman tent, and Joan agreed to a pair of air mattress-memory foam sleeping pads which are actually more comfortable than our bed. For a couple of backpackers, that plus a one-burner butane stove on the picnic table is quite luxurious.
 
Kaci Cronkhite of Port Townsend, WA, has written a wonderful book about finding the history of her 28 foot Spidsgatter double ended sloop PAX, built in Norway in 1936. On May 10, at 6:30 pm, Kaci Cronkhite is coming to Sausalito's Spaulding Center to tell the story of Finding PAX and her special connection to Sausalito.

Well, I sailed DM over to Sausalito yesterday, in a heavy flood and high wind, which was uncomfortable. I actually got wet.

Good thing I called ahead for the coordinates of Clipper Yacht Harbor, because its fuel dock was hidden by huge fancy boats inviting us to smack into them. Thank goodness for my Engine By Dave! When I walked up to the harbor master's office I was assigned a slip far far away in a Basin Called Three. That meant I had to leave the fuel dock and go BACK out into that wind, which was howling in a particularly intimidating way. I whinged a little (that's what whining is called in Britain. It sounds better, I think) and asked for a closer slip. What I meant was that I didn't want to motor by all those fancy boats again, but the harbormaster just pointed to the door.

DM and I were scared but brave and eventually found our way to our slip down the dock from Sweet Pea, who is also registered for our upcoming Farallones race. The wind almost pushed DM on her side in the slip (no exaggeration, she was leaning over), and I almost fell off the dock, but WE PREVAILED. Drank some hot tea, ate some chocolate, and then I made my way up to the Spaulding Boatworks, where Kaci gave her talk.

What a great place! And if you like to read sailing books, go here! Somebody has organized the library in a very impressive way. I saw Tom Patterson (he of the famous painting) and Sue. As I left, Tom was surrounded by people, a glass of some red wine from Beaulieu Vineyards and Sue was looking over the used sailing books. Here are some photos. People love their wooden boats.

Here is a photo of Alana, who works at Spaulding and lives on a 28' Pearson Trident. She's looking for an inexpensive Cal 20 so she can learn how to singlehand.
 

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An amazing place indeed. Wish I lived close enough to do "night school" there.
I have, however, attended some of the Saturday morning workshops/seminars over the last year and highly recommend them. Learned a few fiberglass tricks straight from the skipper of the legendary "yellow boat" himself (Gordie Nash). That was cool! But I didn't sail there. That's really doing it right. Next time.
 
Looks like an Int'l Canoe (IC).

I don't want to mess up your "hocking my boat" thread so I'll put this here:

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Cool. What is the red hull?

yes, of course you notice the red boat. Because, I suppose, your own Famous Red Boat is for sale @ a mere $14,000 elsewhere on this forum. A great deal for anyone interested in participating in the 2018 Singlehanded Transpac ... but I digress (sorry, Skip). The red hull is a boat being built for BAADS - the Bay Area Association of Disabled Sailors, which sails out of South Beach Harbor, at Pier 40 in the City. Spaulding is particularly sensitive to access issues. Its library and workshop are both upstairs via a brand new very sturdy staircase, alongside of which is a brand new, stainless steel lift. So if you or someone you love uses a wheelchair, you are particularly welcome at Spaulding.
 
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