Spring Break at Camp Parsons

Andy and I just returned from Camp Parsons, where we've been for the last 10 days. Spring Break started off badly for me - I came down with a mild flu two days after arriving at camp, and to make matters worse, I also had to finish writing two short papers for one of my classes - the very last assignments I had to do before I could finally bid good riddance to Winter Quarter 2011 forever.

Once I submitted those hateful papers, and after I shook off the flu with a good night's rest, I felt my whole demeanor brighten, and the rest of my stay at camp was thoroughly rejuvenating and carefree.

Although I let Spring Break pass at a fairly relaxed pace, I nevertheless managed to cram it full of wonderful experiences and exploits. I took advantage of the sunny days by going canoeing and teaching myself the J-stroke, and I also badgered Jim into letting me go sailing on his Kent Ranger 26. When we finally did, he said it was the first time he had ever sailed it, and it was the first time he had sailed a boat that he owned since about 1995.

When Andy Hoyle, Anthony, and Daniel came, we had a rowing lesson in choppy water, which was good practice - I think I now have feathering down. I also did odd jobs like chopping wood (something I had never done before), digging up a tree stump, cleaning Folton Creek Cabin, and so on. And with Andy's help, I also made a lot of progress in restoring the old Camp Parsons sign that went at the end of the pier.

What I've really enjoyed about this week, and what I enjoy about being at camp in general, is that I learn something new practically every hour that I'm there. It's a way for me to compensate for the many skills I never had a chance to learn as a child. I spent most of my younger days with my head buried in books, so although I can easily spout out esoteric facts like what languages are spoken in Belgium, I never learned practical things like what the difference was between a table saw and a chop saw. I also never had a reason to swing a maul (why would you build a fire in Hawaii? It was 85 degrees outside), so I never even knew that such a thing existed. And rowing just isn't done in the Islands, so until this past summer, it was completely alien to me. So it seems like every time I do something at camp, I'm quite literally experiencing it for the first time in my life.

I've done about as much with the camp's sailboats as I can do without spending money, but alas, money must be spent, so now comes the delicate task of figuring out how much Ken will let me spend. So far I've ordered a new $40 rudder pin for one of the Zumas, and I ordered a new drain screw for the Holder 12. But I'm certain that we'll discover many more little expenditures that must be made once we test-rig all of the boats. With luck, the test-rigging will occur next month, and everything will be ordered in time for camp.

The biggest headache so far has been the new mast section for the Hobie 21. We bought one used for $100 in Sarasota, FL, and it's all boxed and ready to go - it's just a matter of shipping it to Seattle. FedEx wants $550, but that's just not going to happen. Things started moving forward when Mike enlisted Tom Roger's help.  As an Alaska Airlines pilot, he flies between Orlando and Seattle, so he can have it put on his plane for practically nothing. But the trick is getting it from Sarasota, where it was boxed three weeks ago, to the Alaska Airlines cargo center at Orlando Int'l Airport, where it must be delivered in person. Tom tried to enlist his pilot friend who lives in Tampa to pick it up, but this friend is flying all the time and hasn't had the chance to trek down to Bradenton. Plus, I found out today that Tom's father-in-law passed away recently, so he's understandably focusing exclusively on his family for the time being. All is not lost, however - I just got permission from Mike to have the mast shipped via FedEx to Max Frisch in St. Cloud, FL, and then have Max drive it to Orlando when Tom is ready for it. Once I get an address from Max, I'm going to make the shipping arrangements.

Al Hutchison has graciously offered to pay for the new vinyl names for the sailboats. They are drawn from the names of the olden-day ferries that used to convey scouts to Camp Parsons. They are as follows:

Ranger 20: TYEE SCOUT

Hobie 21: SKOOKUM

Hobie 16: TILIKUM

Harpoon: ROOSEVELT

C-15: ADVENTUROUS

Flying Junior: KINGSTON

Flying Junior: CARLISLE

Flying Junior: REEVES

Flying Junior: MANITOU

Lido 14: TWANA

Holder 12: ROLLING HITCH
Laser: HYAK

Zuma: FORTUNA

Zuma: CONCORDIA

Zuma: ATLANTA

CP Sailboat Repairs - Progress Report

It's certainly been a long time since I've updated this blog. Not that I regret it, necessarily - not having time to update a blog means that I've been busy doing other fun things. Classes have been eating up a lot more of my time this quarter, especially my diplomacy course.

The premise of this course, which is instructed by two Foreign Service Officers, is to simulate the Six Party Talks on the North Korean nuclear weapons program.  We are divided into six "delegations" that represent North Korea, the United States, China, Russia, Japan, and South Korea, and we're trying to hash out an agreement to denuclearize North Korea. Needless to say, it's been great fun for me so far, but also massively time-consuming and energy-depleting. Plus I'm on the American delegation, so we have to work about three times as hard as everyone else.

But now on to camp matters. It was a great work party this weekend, stormy weather notwithstanding. Brian Horch, the camp's volunteer boat-fixer extraordinaire, had come in last weekend and finished the Coronado 15 glass job, so we moved it back to the boat house, and I put all the hardware back on it. The cockpit floor was soft and we worried that it might crack, so Brian and I had reinforced it by laying down another layer of fiberglass.  Except for some minor touch-up glass work that I could do myself, it's pretty much ready to go. Camp Parsons now has one more operational sailboat.

Meanwhile, Meredith began building a sailing equipment storage unit in the boat house. This has been on the aquatics to-do list for about a half dozen years, but now it's finally getting done. In just two hours, it went from being a twinkle in our eye to being an almost complete frame, and when Meredith finishes it off, it's going to have crown molding, a cool New England paint scheme (blue-grey with white trim) - the whole works. Most importantly, it's going to have padlocks, so that everything stays where it's supposed to be.

I feel like a lot of things that people have been wanting to do for years are finally getting done now. There's the sailing cabinet and the C-15 project. There's the Hobie 16, which has sat in pieces for years - it's being reassembled, and its frayed shroud is being replaced. One of the two boats that broke last year is patched and ready to go again, while the other one is just one step away from being ready to go. The sails are sorted and labeled, and the torn ones are being re-sewn. Ralph, the camp's volunteer metalworker, reconstructed the brass and aluminum fittings for the C-15. He also welded the gooseneck back onto the boom of the Ranger 20, the old boat that's been sitting on that rusty trailer for three years, and we've diagnosed the Ranger's keel problem as being a relatively simple fiberglass repair.  Even I could probably do it - the hard part is tilting the Ranger so that the keel is accessible. And Greg Hammond is sprucing up the four new FJ tillers that he made last summer.

Back in September, I was afraid it might be totally unrealistic to try to repair the entire sailboat fleet before next summer. Well, it's only been five months now, and I'm actually running out of things to do. I've started fixing broken canoes.