The 9.5 Laura Bay - Part 6 
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design by Warren D. Messer - Seattle, Washington - USA | 
                             
                           
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                          The Sea Trials 
                          She's finally in the water and I've 
                            had a chance to row and sail her. As any proud father, 
                            I'm hesitant to describe the experiences without paternal 
                            embellishment. But has that ever stopped any parent? 
                          
                          One of the things that has always gotten to me, was 
                            that when it's windy I'm beach bound. The whole time 
                            Laura was laying on her back waiting for the hull 
                            paint to dry and then cure for seven plus days, it 
                            was windy at my local lake. What happens when it's 
                            time to go sailing? Yep, no wind. No wind for over 
                            two weeks. But I had my oars and it was sunny and 
                            warm out. In the Seattle area that's rare, but this 
                            summer it was the norm.  
                          So as soon as her bright white System Three Marine 
                            Enamel hull paint had cured; it was time to strap 
                            on the wheels and roll her down to the lake. I really 
                            like doing that, as it seems to take people away from 
                            their cell phone conversations and wonder what the 
                            hell am I doing and where am I going. The men smile, 
                            the women wonder, and it's always fun for me. Even 
                            when the local fire chief drove past me in his big 
                            red SUV as I was standing in the crosswalk, pointing 
                            to the crosswalk sign, while trying to cross the only 
                            major street along the way. I guess an old person 
                            in a yellow lifejacket, pulling a bright white, 9 
                            ½ foot boat is hard to see. 
                           Once in the water I shipped the oars and was off 
                            on a circumnavigation of Lake Wilderness. They always 
                            seem to name things after what they were before they 
                            destroy them. Not much wilderness at the lake anymore, 
                            or trees at Maple Ridge Estates. I had the seat in 
                            the aft position and was gliding along without too 
                            much effort. A 9 ½ foot boat still rows like 
                            a 9 ½ foot boat. They only go so fast and it 
                            would take someone like Samson to get them on a plane. 
                            Needless to say I can only row to hull speed, but 
                            it was fun. I've found that if I want to get an idea 
                            of how well the boat is doing, I like to stay close 
                            to shore. That way I have a reference to my actual 
                            speed, and not just more water going by the hull when 
                            rowing out farther in the lake. 
                           I was pleased with her handling and performance, 
                            but I still wanted to go sailing and to see what happens 
                            to the boat's balance with someone in the stern seat. 
                            So I asked my oldest friends (34 years) to come down 
                            to the lake and help me out and to take some photos 
                            of me in the boat. So I got Eddie to sit in the stern 
                            seat, while I took to the middle seat in it's forward 
                            position. I also moved the oarlocks forward. The hull 
                            sits like I wanted it to and I am quite happy with 
                            the moving middle seat. It will be a part of all my 
                            plan sets in the future. 
                          
                           As you can see from the photos, the hull has a little 
                            bit of volume still left in the bow to take on a load 
                            of supplies or a child. For three adults, I would 
                            drill another set of dowel holes to move the seat 
                            back a bit to re-balance the load and bring the hull 
                            back to it's lines. But you have to remember to limit 
                            the total weight. Just because three 200 pounders 
                            can get in the boat, the U.S. Coast Guard will not 
                            be smiling. Nor will I. Be safe and respect the weight 
                            limits designers place on their hulls; there is a 
                            reason for them. 
                           There's only so much excitement generated from rowing 
                            a new boat around a very familiar small lake. I want 
                            to go sailing! After a week or so, I just couldn't 
                            take it anymore; I had to go. There was just a hint 
                            of a wind at my place so I rolled the boat out of 
                            the barn and pulled it down to the lake. There was 
                            just a slight breeze at the lake, but enough of a 
                            tease to get me to rig up the sail and cast off. I 
                            didn't get far, or very fast getting there, but at 
                            least I was sailing. After an hour floating around 
                            the lake, I packed up and went home to wait for better 
                            winds. I did find in light winds that if I sat facing 
                            forward, with my feet on either side of the daggerboard 
                            trunk, I could lean back against the seat and steer 
                            with my head. 
                           Luckily for me the weather was changing and a high 
                            came in from over Eastern Washington, and with it 
                            warm sunny weather with a good east wind. Back to 
                            the lake and it was blowing good. Blowing good in 
                            Lake Wilderness has it's caveats. While the wind was 
                            up, it is never steady in speed or direction. Being 
                            in a slight hole (bowl), the winds come in all directions 
                            and shift at the mere thought of it. One has lots 
                            of chances to practice quick tacking, but I was able 
                            to get enough steady winds to get her over on her 
                            side and up to speed a few times. Laura accelerates 
                            to apparent wind speed in the blink of an eye and 
                            I was a very happy camper. I just kept hoping for 
                            a long steady burst of wind on the more open sections 
                            of the lake, but alas it never came to be.  
                          With a smile I headed for shore and home. When I 
                            got close to shore I pulled up the gybing daggerboard 
                            (which does quite well) and pulled the rudder. What 
                            I neglected to check as I pulled in was: was I really 
                            close enough to the shore? As my waist hit the gunnel, 
                            my feet were still a foot from the bottom. Instead 
                            of measuring the volume of the hull by math as I did 
                            to calculate total weight carried, I should have just 
                            taken along a gallon container and counted the total 
                            I bailed. I was a whitewater kayaker, so I've been 
                            in deeper (Uh Oh) water so to speak and enjoyed the 
                            chance to see how high the extra flotation materials 
                            floated the boat. I will have to put on my drysuit 
                            and try it again in deep water for self rescue practice. 
                           My next chance to sail the boat was in Seattle. 
                            Chuck and Sandra Leinweber left their Duckworks in 
                            a row and stopped in Seattle for a few days; so I 
                            invited them down to Green Lake in the center of the 
                            city for a row and sail. It was a beautiful day, with 
                            a hint of wind. The wind would come and go through 
                            the mid part of the day, but built in the afternoon 
                            as it usually does. 
                          
                           I had also called Robert Perry, the Seattle based 
                            yacht designer that morning, to let him know that 
                            I had the boat rigged up and would be down at the 
                            lake for the afternoon. He showed up as Chuck was 
                            coming in from a short sail. I introduced him to Chuck 
                            and then we stood around looking at Laura and discussing 
                            her design. I had talked to Mr. Perry before about 
                            the design and I wanted to show him the moving middle 
                            seat option and the removable mast partner. He wanted 
                            to go sailing, and took Laura out for a quick spin 
                            as Chuck and I snapped a few photos of this event. 
                            How often do you get a chance to have someone of Robert 
                            Perry's fame to come down and sail your boat. He said 
                            that he thought it was the first time he had ever 
                            sailed a sprit rig. I just wish the wind would have 
                            been the same as it was an hour later. 
                          
                           After Mr. Perry left, Chuck and I went out rowing 
                            together, so I could show him how the boat balanced 
                            with the seat in the forward position. We spent more 
                            time just sitting around talking about boats than 
                            actually going anywhere with the oars. Sailing was 
                            what we had come for and our wait was rewarded. After 
                            the wind picked up, we alternated taking Laura out 
                            sailing around the lake. With the stronger winds, 
                            I was able to swing around and sit on the windward 
                            side and make her get up and go. I wished I had attached 
                            the vang to keep the boom down for more power off 
                            the wind. It makes a very big difference with a boomed 
                            sprit rig in power and pointing ability. On my last 
                            trip around the lake, the young women from the Green 
                            Lake Rowing Club were out for rowing practice in their 
                            2's, 4's, and 8's shells. When I crossed the stern 
                            of one of the eight's; the girls all said what a pretty 
                            boat I had. I returned the complement by saying what 
                            a pretty bunch of girls their boat had. 
                           I would have to say that after rowing and sailing 
                            the Laura Bay, the experience has been as enjoyable 
                            as the kiss from the young woman that gave her her 
                            name. I now want to take her out on bigger waters, 
                            waves, and winds. Time to get out the 4mm BodyGlove 
                            dry suit. 
                           Thank you for reading all the stories on building 
                            the Laura Bay, and the helpful comments you have written 
                            in response. Check in often here at Duckworks Magazine 
                            for more stories and how to articles I will be posting 
                            in the future. I also have several other new boat 
                            design PDF model files that will be available for 
                            download soon.  
                          Warren Messer 
                            Red Barn Boats 
                            
                          
 
                          
                          
 
                                                                  
										   
                            
                                                                     
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