Moby Dink

Moby Dink (Rowing Version) is declared finished.

Here is Moby on top of ‘Scubyru’ the Subaru, ready for the three block drive to Haller Lake.

Moby Dink on the shore of Haller Lake, Seattle, WA.

Splash one Moby Dink!  This is me rowing on Haller Lake.

Bob

Chester Yawl

Finally finished my first boat - a Chester Yawl. Handles small chop quite well. Finished her off with a custom paint job, CROKER OARS and a drop in rowing unit from row fit international.

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15' Adirondack

The first photos of a new SFDesign launch in 2016 are of David O' Dempsey's clinker 15' Adirondack. David gives some useful information re rowlocks and his oars:

"The launch was at a Wooden Boat Association (Victoria) club day, and everyone seemed to be happy with it. Jim (featured in this picture) did a 4k row and declared it the best boat he had ever rowed. I have bequeathed him my frames and moulds. The oars are western red cedar shafts I knocked up, with Gaco rowlocks and carbon fibre blades. They weigh less than a kilo each and are fabulous to use".

You can see more photos.

Paul Fisher

Ice Yacht

The maiden voyage. It's been six weeks since I completed the boat, and I've been searching the three state area daily since, for a usable surface with just a little bit of breeze. But it's been either high pressure and no wind, or wind cleverly tucked into one of the numerous storms passing thru. I've even travelled to Helena in search of a christening, all with no satisfaction.

This morning dawned clear, always appreciated in winter here in the Pacific Northwest, so I decided to take a drive through the wheatlands to see what the ice on Sprague Lake might look like. And it seemed foolish to travel that distance without Scooter, just in case. Halfway there I drove into a massive fog bank that persisted til I arrived at the ramp, where I could see to the southwest, what appeared to be approaching clearing. The ice was a mottled grey, and looked punky, a distinct possibility since we've had rain and temps in the high thirties for days. But it dropped well below freezing last night, and the surface was hard, if grainy. I strap on the blades and set out to inspect. The sun begins to reassert itself, a faint breeze begins to develop, and the ice is thick enough, though just barely. I return to the ramp and commence to assemble the machine.

I have remembered most everything needed, and can fudge the missing bits. I push off into very light zephyrs, getting short rides but grinding to a halt in the lulls. But the sunshine is glorious, I've got the lake to myself, and this lovely new toy is whispering promises to me. I stick with it for about an hour, occasionally returning for some tuning or fussing, and the breeze gradually builds to about 10 mph, which is enough to hook up solidly and drive Scooter into the thirties. This allows me to cover some ground, and I carefully expand my territory. The boat feels great, I'm a happy fellow, and the glee continues for over an hour, til it just stops. Now. I'm not far from the put in, I walk her back, and strap on the skates again, and in dead calm sunshine, I proceed to have the sweetest gliding session I've ever had. Somehow I found my groove, the strides felt effortless and liquid, and I covered more miles than I've ever done before, truly magical.

Impending sunset finally urges me back, and it becomes apparent that there's no more pressure coming, so I load up and motor home in the dying light, smiling inwardly that another glee machine has found it's way into the stable. Just need more ice and air...

Dave Farmer

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