Shavings Volume 15 Number 1 (February 1993)

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Volume XV Number 1 February, 1993

Published for members of the Center for Wooden Boats

Ship of Fools, or Life's a Reach and Then You Jibe...The Training Cruise of the Resolute O n Saturday morning, November 14, three able bodied seamen and one able bodied seawoman reported to the Skipper of the Resolute for a t w o day training cruise on Puget Sound. The Skipper, a strange man who introduced himself to us as Captain " V e r n " Bligh, and his second in command, a mysterious, but distinguished gentleman, w i t h a slight l i m p , k n o w n o n l y as Jim, proceeded to assign us various duties to prepare the ship for setting sail. Gear was stowed, the sails uncovered, the lines were made ready, and C a p ' n V e r n went for more beer. The crew in this endeavor, w h o by now were h a v i n g second thoughts as to the w i s d o m of sailing w i t h these two, were Dave Freund, Jim Brauneis, w h o m we referred to as James, my wife A n n , and myself. Shortly after 11:00 we were ready to set sail. V e r n and Jim chose this point to tell me that I w o u l d be taking the Resolute out of Lake U n i o n , through the Ship Canal, and into the Ballard Locks. " N o sweat", was my reply as I made a m a d dash into the bathroom to keep from d o i n g something I hadn't done since I was three years o l d . Emerging from the head, thank G o d for foul weather gear, 1 took my position at the helm.

True to form, when the locks were opened disaster almost struck. As all the boats in the locks were untying and heading out into the Sound, one of the Sea Scouts untied the stern line of the fishing boat while the bow line was still secure. The current in the lock began to swing the stern of the fishing boat around. Q u i c k action had to be taken before the b o w of the Resolute was crunched between the fiberglass sloop and the fast approaching stern of the Sea Scouts boat. Without hesitation the Resolute's helmsman, yours truly, put the boat into reverse and applied a generous amount of throttle. As we were still tied to the fishing boat we were able to p u l l it back so the lock worker could get a line attached to its stern. When the chaos had died d o w n one of the lock workers yelled over to me, "Good work. Captain." I swelled w i t h pride.

T h e j o u r n e y t h r o u g h the S h i p C a n a l was f a i r l y u n e v e n t f u l , w i t h the o c c a s i o n a l m a n e u v e r t o a v o i d a n o v e r l y e x c i t e d H u s k y fan o n the w a y to the O r e g o n State g a m e . A f t e r the s t a n d a r d w a i t w e w e r e the last boat w e d g e d i n t o the s m a l l l o c k , o u r b o w shoe h o r n e d between a fiberglass sloop and a f i s h i n g boat c r e w e d b y a b o u t f i v e h u n d r e d t h o u s a n d Sea S c o u t s . I n the s k y a b o v e us the c i r c l i n g sea gulls had suddenly been transformed into vultures.

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After 1 finished swelling 1 was relieved at the helm by A n n . 1 took the cup of coffee offered by V e r n , and went to sit up in the bow to fight the overwhelming temptation to be a back seat helmsman to my wife. H a v e y o u ever seen a coffee mug w i t h teeth marks in it?


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