Saturday, September 26, 2009
This young man and his mom joined a long line of fisher men along the beach. He picked a spot and before the waiting empty handed men soon had the line whining through his reel. He pulled in a nice big porgee repeating "I must be lucky". His triumph was contagious.
With fall approaching we left Ed and Lisbeth hard at work and set off for a 3 day sail to Rhode Island, crossing the Cape Cod canal at 3am. Along the the way we picked up a small hitch hiker. Like Noah's raven, he flew on and off the boat three times, but this seemed to be more due confusion than an interest in weather assessment. He flitted from place to place, getting pooped on the stern, sliding across the glass hatches, hanging on the the mainsheet tackle, and briefly sitting on Vinnie's head. Finally he went into the cabin, found a secure perch, and put his head under his wing. Sad to say, he died there and we had a burial at sea, using the short order of service. He was a lovely bird.
Soon after Maria returned from the rolling waves of grain in Minnesota, we went with Ed to the Wooden Boat campus. Ed designed Dancing Seahorse to provide trawler cruising speed and living space with maximal fuel efficiency. He modified established plans for an efficient monohull to create his catamaran and added unique features of his own. He and Vinnie filmed sea trials of the boat speed and behavior at various RPMs. While testing the boat they made almost 11 knots. Ed showed his films and photographs to the enthusiastic editors of Wooden Boat and Professional Boat Builder.
Friday, September 25, 2009
When the boat was ready on the ways we climbed aboard and prepared for sea. The yard crew set us sliding down the rails and suddenly we were afloat with engines engaged. As we set off from the cove Ed's nephew Matt came along side on his lobster boat, recording our progress. Ed's brother Wayne and his stern man welcomed us to Goose Cove.
Slowly, the boat moved across the yard towards the railroad or ways. When we arrived at the yard in the morning it was low tide and the rails went down from the yard into a flatland of mud that extended far out into the cove. By the time we maneuvered the boat onto the carriage which would carry the boat down the ways, the tide had come in and the water was up to the tracks.
We were up early in the morning for the day of the launch. The yard crew came with pine poles and a tractor. The boat on its cradle was rolled across the yard as the poles were placed under the runners. The pyramid builders could not have done a smoother job. Picking up the poles left behind also kept us out of trouble or anxiety.
As we approached launch it was time to name the boat and Dancing Seahorse was born. We learned that it is unlucky to name the boat too soon. Other things which could cause trouble include having anything on the boat colored blue, launching on a Friday, or bringing bananas on the boat.
We returned to Goose Cove on Mount Desert Island and found ourselves back in the land of Ed and Lisbeth and the Seal Cove Pottery. We anchored near the Davis wharf, the only family owned wharf left on the island. Ed Davis is an artist and boat builder. His brothers continue the family tradition of fishing.