12-16-2018, 01:54 PM
Hi guys,
I went on a big sailing trip in my weekender this summer. It's something I've been thinking about doing for a while, and since my wife is not comfortable on small boats I don't do very many overnighters. I live on a Great Lake, so really it was high time I did something like this. Plus I was getting bored always sailing in the same bay. So, I arranged with one of my buddies from work, to take two weeks off with the intention of simply sailing in one direction for several days and seeing how far we could safely pick our way around the shoreline. There's over a hundred nautical miles of lake in that direction, so plenty of opportunity for trouble as well as adventure.
This weekender is about seventeen years old; and it's pretty much as-designed, except last year a new keel was added per the design of Paul Ricelli (respectfully remembered). One other modification, in response to demands by both of our wives, was a last-minute installation of an engine. I have not wanted to put an engine on this boat, preferring to rely on sailing ability to approach moorings and docks, and oars when there is absolutely no wind. HOWEVER. Rowing is awkward, because the action of rowing with two people in the cockpit takes up a lot of the non-rower's personal space, and also I find I do not like facing backwards having to look over my shoulder for long distances. I decided that I'd obey the letter of the law more closely than the spirit in this case, and purchased a 1940s "Neptune" motor with a whopping 1.7 horsepower. It only weighs twelve pounds, and its antique look (I think) doesn't detract too much from the look of the boat. Also, I found that it's such a cantankerous, yet reliable, old thing that running it is actually a lot of fun. It drives the boat about as fast as a row-er would. So for the sailing purist, it's OK because sailing is still the fastest way to get anywhere as long as there's wind for it.
So, off we went. Our intention was to make great distances and have a lot to boast about. This proved not to be quite the case, as the relaxation of camping, as well as greed and laziness, restricted us to about four or five hours of sailing per day, between meals basically. Also we brought an inflatable dinghy (called "the Camper's Lament") which we used to ferry our stuff to shore and back each day. One guy slept in a tent; the other in the boat. We found that the sailing was very demanding, as we had decided to navigate traditionally (no GPS) and the norhern shore of our Great Lake, while offering the safety of smaller water in the lee of numerous islands, is also quite rock-infested. We found that we really needed to be sure of where we were. The islands look all the same and blend into one another from eye level. One day we spent the entire afternoon beating up the bay and only ended up about six miles from where we started. The next day we ventured offshore and made several miles in the deep-water channel outside the islands, and then a thunderstorm came up out of the South and menaced us in the open water, but also gave us the speed to beat the worst of it into the harbour we were looking for anyway. That was a bit of navigation I was proud of; moo se bay has a large marker on the shore marking the hole-in-the-wall entrance to a big shallow soft-bottomed bay. There is a route depicted on the chart that leaves a marker in the deep-water channel (marked by fixed lights) and shows a compass-bearing through shoals to the entrance. We were out of sight of the buoy but we could see the white blaze on the cliffs at the harbour entrance so we took a bearing with the hand-compass and were just able to hold that cou rse close-hauled as the rain started and the waves got bigger and bigger. I think the new keel might have saved us a lot of screwing around. Our target was a narrow channel between rocks that opened into a nice safe harbour. We whooshed into the harbour and decided to camp there for a couple of days. The day we left, we used the motor to bash our way into the wind, out of the harbour, sailed across an open reach between two big groups of islands, and found our previous camping spot via the "inshore" route, which required a lot of map-reading and tricky winds but was good sailing. We thought we were clever going out into the open lake and using lighthouses and compass bearings like the big boys, but the route back was less scary and more interesting, through the islands. The next day we poked our way back to our Yellowknife bay by sticking our nose down little passages and channels on the inside route using the motor for most of it, the first time we really used the motor the whole week other than when we left Moo se Bay. Into Yellowknife Bay, where our town lies at the end, we decided to camp one more time on an island there before making a grand entrance the next day. This didn't turn out as triumphant as we expected because the next day we woke to an utterly flat calm, and ended up putt-putting the last five miles on the little motor, which really earned its place on that trip after all. All in all, I figure we put seventy miles under the keel in about six days, even though as the crow flies we were really only ever about twenty-five miles from our homes. We burned about eight litres of fuel, about two gallons, which was fine because we had packed over twice that amount. Anyway, it was a challenging enough trip in this little boat, especially on Great Slave lake which is really an inland sea and suffers from extremely variable weather in the summer. We pushed our luck a little, but it did result in a pretty good adventure. We're going to do it again the year after next.
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I went on a big sailing trip in my weekender this summer. It's something I've been thinking about doing for a while, and since my wife is not comfortable on small boats I don't do very many overnighters. I live on a Great Lake, so really it was high time I did something like this. Plus I was getting bored always sailing in the same bay. So, I arranged with one of my buddies from work, to take two weeks off with the intention of simply sailing in one direction for several days and seeing how far we could safely pick our way around the shoreline. There's over a hundred nautical miles of lake in that direction, so plenty of opportunity for trouble as well as adventure.
This weekender is about seventeen years old; and it's pretty much as-designed, except last year a new keel was added per the design of Paul Ricelli (respectfully remembered). One other modification, in response to demands by both of our wives, was a last-minute installation of an engine. I have not wanted to put an engine on this boat, preferring to rely on sailing ability to approach moorings and docks, and oars when there is absolutely no wind. HOWEVER. Rowing is awkward, because the action of rowing with two people in the cockpit takes up a lot of the non-rower's personal space, and also I find I do not like facing backwards having to look over my shoulder for long distances. I decided that I'd obey the letter of the law more closely than the spirit in this case, and purchased a 1940s "Neptune" motor with a whopping 1.7 horsepower. It only weighs twelve pounds, and its antique look (I think) doesn't detract too much from the look of the boat. Also, I found that it's such a cantankerous, yet reliable, old thing that running it is actually a lot of fun. It drives the boat about as fast as a row-er would. So for the sailing purist, it's OK because sailing is still the fastest way to get anywhere as long as there's wind for it.
So, off we went. Our intention was to make great distances and have a lot to boast about. This proved not to be quite the case, as the relaxation of camping, as well as greed and laziness, restricted us to about four or five hours of sailing per day, between meals basically. Also we brought an inflatable dinghy (called "the Camper's Lament") which we used to ferry our stuff to shore and back each day. One guy slept in a tent; the other in the boat. We found that the sailing was very demanding, as we had decided to navigate traditionally (no GPS) and the norhern shore of our Great Lake, while offering the safety of smaller water in the lee of numerous islands, is also quite rock-infested. We found that we really needed to be sure of where we were. The islands look all the same and blend into one another from eye level. One day we spent the entire afternoon beating up the bay and only ended up about six miles from where we started. The next day we ventured offshore and made several miles in the deep-water channel outside the islands, and then a thunderstorm came up out of the South and menaced us in the open water, but also gave us the speed to beat the worst of it into the harbour we were looking for anyway. That was a bit of navigation I was proud of; moo se bay has a large marker on the shore marking the hole-in-the-wall entrance to a big shallow soft-bottomed bay. There is a route depicted on the chart that leaves a marker in the deep-water channel (marked by fixed lights) and shows a compass-bearing through shoals to the entrance. We were out of sight of the buoy but we could see the white blaze on the cliffs at the harbour entrance so we took a bearing with the hand-compass and were just able to hold that cou rse close-hauled as the rain started and the waves got bigger and bigger. I think the new keel might have saved us a lot of screwing around. Our target was a narrow channel between rocks that opened into a nice safe harbour. We whooshed into the harbour and decided to camp there for a couple of days. The day we left, we used the motor to bash our way into the wind, out of the harbour, sailed across an open reach between two big groups of islands, and found our previous camping spot via the "inshore" route, which required a lot of map-reading and tricky winds but was good sailing. We thought we were clever going out into the open lake and using lighthouses and compass bearings like the big boys, but the route back was less scary and more interesting, through the islands. The next day we poked our way back to our Yellowknife bay by sticking our nose down little passages and channels on the inside route using the motor for most of it, the first time we really used the motor the whole week other than when we left Moo se Bay. Into Yellowknife Bay, where our town lies at the end, we decided to camp one more time on an island there before making a grand entrance the next day. This didn't turn out as triumphant as we expected because the next day we woke to an utterly flat calm, and ended up putt-putting the last five miles on the little motor, which really earned its place on that trip after all. All in all, I figure we put seventy miles under the keel in about six days, even though as the crow flies we were really only ever about twenty-five miles from our homes. We burned about eight litres of fuel, about two gallons, which was fine because we had packed over twice that amount. Anyway, it was a challenging enough trip in this little boat, especially on Great Slave lake which is really an inland sea and suffers from extremely variable weather in the summer. We pushed our luck a little, but it did result in a pretty good adventure. We're going to do it again the year after next.
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