Lake Powell Messabout Thoughts
                  by David Hahn
                Messabout: A curious name for a curious meeting. 
                  Obscure and esoteric for most everyone that isn't a boat builder 
                  or that frequents internet boat sites. And the name is just 
                  the beginning.
                Tell your friends that you are going to drive 
                  five hours, and you are taking two vacation days to scout out 
                  a meeting place for a group of people that you have never met 
                  and that haven't met each other, of undetermined number. Tell 
                  them that you are taking your long-suffering spouse into a large 
                  freshwater lake populated with indifferent if not homicidal 
                  power boaters and that you will be going in a 12' dinghy powered 
                  by oar and sail. After three days of travel
                  and camping you meet a man whom you have corresponded with for 
                  several years. It is a pleasant meeting. You leave him and his 
                  son to their explorations and find later that they have harrowing 
                  experiences, including micro-burst winds and huge waves and 
                  that they get back to shore under bare poles in a trimaran kayak. 
                  He later posts GPS coordinates for a proposed camp site that 
                  due to the falling lake level, appear to be 100 feet underwater. 
                  (It was a great site however).
                
                   
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                        Bruce Anderson in his $90 Pirogue rigged for sail 
                        (click thumbnails to enlarge) 
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                 There are no real roads to this proposed campsite, 
                  and
                  no real maps either. Since you don't have a GPS you
                  go to the wrong place and through the miracle of
                  portable radios, make contact with other people that
                  you don't know in the dark of the night. Filled with
                  curiosity and wanting to meet them you set off in the
                  dark and get miserably lost in thickets of prickly
                  waist/shoulder high sticker weeds. Being dressed for 
                  the beach makes this a hike to remember and recall for
                  months. Possibly years.
                
                  
                    Ron Swedlund ~14' Sailboat of his 
                        own design  | 
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                The next day, fueled with pancakes and determination,
                  you break camp and spend three hours four wheeling
                  around in a two wheel truck loaded with a boat and
                  assorted camping gear. Total distance traveled is
                  probably 20 miles, total distance to your goal is
                  probably about 1/2 mile.
                
                   
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                    Elliot Hatch with his model Mouseboat  | 
                  
                
                At the end of the journey you find the friends 
                  that
                  you have made virtually over the last year to be as
                  warm, wise, friendly and capable as they seemed on the
                  internet. You see boats that are everything from
                  workman like to works of art. You find that any
                  sacrifice that you might have made in driving a piddly
                  five hours is dwarfed by those who came from other
                  states. 
                
                   
                    Kellan Hatch - Sail and mirage drive 
                        powered 
                        Mill Creek Trimaran  | 
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                It was a great Messabout - it being my first, 
                  I have
                  little to compare it with. But the people, food, and
                  good times were pretty well etched in my brain in a
                  good way. 
                For the record, attendees included:
                Bruce Anderson ($90 Pirogue, Skinned Kayak)(Prescott
                  Valley, Arizona)
                
                   
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                    Jim Thayer (on right) 
                        of Kokopeli fame with his Nina  | 
                  
                
                Ron Swedlund ~14' Sailboat of his own design
                  (Prescott, Arizona)
                Dustin Robb (Prescott, Arizona)
                Kellan and Elliot Hatch (Sail and mirage drive 
                  powered
                  Mill Creek Trimaran, (see 'A 
                  Curious Boat for
                  Questionable Adventures') (Salt Lake
                  City, Utah)
                
                   
                    Jeff Blunk's inboard Sneakeasy  | 
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                Jim Thayer (Nina, Grand Mesa
                  Boatworks LLC design (I think) fiberglass double
                  ender 16' sailboat) (Colbran, Colorado)
                Jeff Blunk (26' Sneakeasy) (Fort Collins, Colorado)
                Tom and Heather Gale, and Mud Kids Ruby and Will
                  (Whitehall hulled row/sailboat (Grand Mesa
                  Boatworks LLC finished by Jack Hicks))(Logan, Utah)
                Jack Hicks Very cool pulling boat(hull from Grand 
                  Mesa
                  Boatworks LLC, everything else built by Jack) ((Salt
                  Lake City, Utah)
                
                   
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                    Kids - left to right - 
                        Dustin Robb, Ruby Gale, Will Gale.  | 
                  
                
                Chuck and Sandra Lienweber, Jim Michalak designed
                  'Ladybug' (Harper, Texas)
                Dave and Anita Hahn Bateau V12, (Delta, Utah)
                Most of us got to the site on or about September 
                  10. 
                  It was still nice and warm, and the powerboats were
                  vastly diminished since school had started. It was a
                  casual extended beach party that really organized
                  types would probably have suffered lack of structure
                  angst, but it seemed to suit us. The pictures tell a
                  lot of the story. It was fun for me to sail and row
                  in different boats, and educational to a self taught
                  boater to see how others rig, sail and provision their
                  boats. 
                
                Lake Powell is a big lake. We only saw a tiny 
                  part
                  and mostly looked at each others boats and had a fun
                  pot luck dinner. So there is lots of opportunity for
                  more exploration and adventure in future messabouts. 
                  This year the lake is about as low as it has been
                  since it's initial filling phase, and until recently
                  all that we could see was more of the same. But like
                  washing your car will incite the rain gods to wake, so
                  too will a bold excursion dare them to do their worst.
                
                   
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                    Jack Hicks' very cool 
                        pulling boat  | 
                  
                
                There is a group of friends, some of which came 
                  to the
                  messabout that go on extended cruises on LP. They
                  recently sailed on Oct 23-30. And we had a 100 year
                  rain event for this area. Soggy, cold, windy,
                  possibly snowy as well. They planned to go up the
                  canyon from Bullfrog for 25 miles and camp along the
                  way in the different canyons. I worked day and night
                  for weeks to get Picara ready for this but in the end
                  just could not go. Neither boat or trailer was tested
                  and ready. Motor would start but not run. So I
                  stayed home and thought about their great adventure,
                  with both relief and wistfulness. It would surely
                  have been a trip to put in your journal, one that
                  would give bragging rights for years!!
                
                   
                    Me and Anita rowing out 
                        little Bateau V-12  | 
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                Well, I had better stop writing, and start back 
                  to
                  work on the boat so that I will be ready for the next
                  messabout, or the next cruise.
                
                   
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                    Chuck and Sandra's Ladybug  |