JimC wrote:


Did you read my story in Sail Magazine "Fetching RedCloud" ?

Joe


I haven't read your article. What month's issue is that?

Jim

Sept 2000

Fetching RedCloud

It was a cold dreary day in December when we decided to take a road
trip, to look at what must be a hopeless case of a boat 120 miles away
from our homes in Houston . The add in the classified read 42 ft
sailboat great project, and the price was set to sell for scrap. Cliff
my boss, Michael my co worker and I loaded up and set off for the
Sunshine Bridge just this side of the Sabine river that borders Texas
and Louisiana not knowing what to expect. Cliff and Michael where
coming along to advise me, they both had extensive knowledge of boats,
Cliff being the former president of ,at the time, the worlds largest
offshore supply boat company servicing the oilfields , Michael the
previous owner of a 36 foot Morgan. I held a 1,600 ton freight and
towing licences (expired) and was somewhat knowledgeable about boats,
but would feel better with a little urging . We all had the Dream to
sail, and I wanted a live aboard.

We felt that it would be better to just arrive. No notice, no
advance warning , and to see if this derelict had a chance. The marina
was a combination shrimp boat dock, restaurant, and ostrage farm with a
sprinkling of discarded wine bottles, beer can, oil drums, and various
vessels falling apart along the pothole filled mud ridden road. We went
to the restaurant called Leo's to get a bite and ask around to see
where the boat was moored. Leo the owner of the marina and self
proclaimed harbour master took or order for oyster poorboys and a
picture of beer . We took a table by a large window and saw her, the
was no need to ask, the boat stood out.

It was a pleasure to look at , Built for the high seas with beauty in
the curves of it hull and her mast towering above all others . It was
the largest boat in the marina the closet thing in size was a 22 foot
shrimp boat built of plywood and nails more suited for this place. We
where a hundred yards away but I knew I had to have her. When Leo
returned with our food we asked him about the boat. Its a land mark he
replied. The shrimpers use her mast as range markers to enter the
harbour , Doubt she will ever sail again . We have had a dozen or so
people a month look at her, just no one willing to take her on, he said
as he left the table.

We walked the rest of the way to the boat not daring to drive the
road for fear of getting stuck . We saw Leo laughing and shaking his
head from the window. All the sails where gone, cut up to shade the
ostrages many summers ago. A couple of windows where missing and the
name painted on her bow was the H.M.S. NEVER SAIL.
A fellow sailor who had a small boat docked 50 feet away walked up
and looked at her with us not saying a word . She was a steel, center
cockpit ketch. The name starting with HMS and her design we knew she
was built in England. The boat was wedged between two pylons in a slip
that was designed for a boat to be 3 ft narrower. How did they get the
boat in here Cliff ask the newcomer? With the cat he replied , as he
pointed at a large hill of weeds that hid a caterpillar bulldozer that
had long since rusted to a halt, now consumed by the local vegetation.
She had 2 foot of water under her hull that needed 4 and a half feet to
float. That might be a problem Michael laughed you will need a dredge.
Maybe I said. And a chain saw for these pylons Cliff threw in. But she
was solid, overbuilt with the finest English steel. All the through
hull fitting where monel. The large engine room held a FMC diesel main
and a Lister Generator. Her rigging was solid, over built . The inside
was another story, so ugly we knew instantly it was built in the early
70s complete with flower power Formica and imitation wood panelling
that could cause cabin fever in a heart beat. The missing windows
allowed all the Mud Dobbers in that area of the river to call this
place home. There where nest in every light fixture, drawer, sink drain
and faucet, bunk, cabinet, everywhere possible. But in my mind I saw
the interior in mahogany. Will I do it. Can I deprive this place of
it's land mark. Can I get a live aboard so cheap! Is it worth it. All
these questions with no sure answers.

Cliff was on deck talking to the local. He was told that the boat was
brought over from England in the late 80s the owner was[soon after
arriving] involved in a divorce and had to sell her to the now owner
Felix a security guard at a local refinery. The boat has set for 8
years. He said Felix just had a fire burn his trailer down, and with
Christmas a few week away he will take any offer. I was hooked , I had
to have this boat. Cliff looked at me strangely not knowing what to
think as I climbed down in the engine room and started to remove the
starter of the main engine. What are you doing he asked. Removing my
starter , I'm committed that I will have this boat. You should be
committed, Cliff said. I wasn't sure how I should of taken that last
statement.

The Following Monday we had the starter rebuilt bought a battery and
departed for the bridge with cash in hand to buy the boat. We stopped
at a local hardware store and bought 2 five gallon fuel cans. Felix met
us at the refinery and accepted our offer of 4000 dollars, less then a
hundred a foot. I thought I saw a tear in his eye as we drove away with
the title.

We had a plan to get the boat floating then see where we stood as far
as engine power. We had to pull her out from between the pylons and off
the mud. To do this we where going to walk a line around the marina to
a dock behind the stern about 120 feet away. When we tried, we found we
did not have a long enough line to go around the marina. Cliff and
Michael would not draw straws with me and I was elected to swim the
distance in the freezing water, I should of brought 100 foot of line
and a monkeys fist. I went across that marina so fast it was as close
as walking on water that I will ever get. We used the main sail
winches and with a lot of groaning and cracking of the pylons ,and our
backs, she shot out from the pylons squeeze like a baby being born.
Michael had replaced the oil and the starter on the main engine and to
or amazement after 8 years of not running the engine started with ease
- and a little ether. The fuel tanks had a lot of slime so we where
going to moter the boat back on a 55 gallon drum salvaged from the yard
as our fuel tank filled by 5 trips to the local gas station with our
new cans. We decided to stay the day and clean as much trash and gear
adrift as we could, then motor the intercoastal water way back to
Galveston bay, up the ship channel, and into Clear Lake where a boat
yard would be or first port of call.

We lost count of the mud dobber nest we removed at around 300 and
unloaded a ton of gear adrift left by some forgotten vagrant . After a
good meal at Leo's, Cliff left to Houston with plans to see us
tomorrow on Clear Lake; we decided to sleep but with no heat aboard
that was difficult and we decided to set off around 4am.

The channel leaving the marina was narrow and with no range marker
now, we soon ran aground. We sat there and cursed our luck until
sunrise when a friendly shrimper, setting out for the days catch was
kind enough to pull us off the sand and show us the channel to the
Sabine river. We hoped this short delay would be our last problem. We
hoped with a good tide and no more problems we would arrive in 13
hours.

The Sabine was running out at seven knots and with the seven knots we
where running we where flying down river, we had good charts and knew
where we where. The day turned out to be perfect weather wise the sky
was a crystal clear blue and the sun was finally warming us up. We knew
the intercoastal was coming up fast and we would have to make a sharp
right turn under the High Island bridge to head west . We started
stratigizing that with this current we would have to hug the starboard
side at hit the opening under the bridge at a fast nine knots to keep
steerage this would be a daring feat because of the way the bridge is
built we would not be able to look for barge traffic heading east, I
climbed the mast and could see over part of the bridge; around a
quarter of a mile out but no closer. Well I felt lucky and we proceeded
as planed.

To our terror and the blast of one whistle we meet a fully loaded 500
foot barge right under the bridge. We both screamed and I hit the
throttle full speed to escape being crushed between the ever narrowing
gap of the barge and the concrete bridge supports . We made it through
the opening with only inches to spare. The tugs wake exploding over the
bow and the Skipper flipping us the bird. We felt lucky again, this
time for not being smashed into, and under, the mud of the inter
coastal water way.
In the intercoastal our boat speed slowed faster then our heart
beats, but we could see for miles. Now confident the worst was over and
feeling good about the trip ahead . We relaxed for the 70 mile strait
shot to the Boliver peninsula.

The day was perfect, the engine was purring , we took turns steering
while the other climbed the mast and at fifty feet plus above the water
you could see forever the grasslands that border the intercoastal where
green and lush with lots of birds and an occasional alligator to notice
our passing , the weather a perfect 62 degrees. I was on top of the
world. Soaring like the birds.

We passed the day along by cleaning and removing more mud dobber nest.
We soon realised we where pushing against a current and we would not
make it all the way to Clear Lake before sundown . We did not plan on
this and only packed food for breakfast and lunch. With the Boliver
light house on the horizon at sundown we decided to stop an eat at a
supply dock. We figured we only had a few hours of running north in the
ship channel from here so we ate our cheese burgers and drank or coffee
in a hurry , and set out at just after dark into Galveston bay heading
north into the ship channel. I wished I had rebuilt the alternator. The
running lights soon dimmed and we feared that if the engine died we
would not be able to restart it. We had to conserve the battery so we
decided to disconnect the lights until we saw any other traffic. This
was not easy, the electrical systems was in disarray we had cut the
wiring to the switch panel and had a line powering the lights hooked
strait to the battery. I now wished I had brought a good flashlight!

No further then a mile north on the ship channel the fog started to
set in . With no radio we could not check with Houston ship traffic and
know what ships if any where in the channel. Still we could see to the
next buoy, and decided to keep going. We knew within an hour we could
turn into the clear lake channel. We had no chart of the ship channel
but knew the area well - we thought. Put it this way, in clear
visibility we knew the area well. The fog was getting thicker we knew
we where near Redfish Island, an Island that is normally one foot
underwater on the port side of the channel. As you pass north of the
island you can turn out of the ship channel. The fog became so thick we
could not see the next buoy. We decided we had gone far enough north
that we could turn west and miss Redfish and get out of harms way.

Both Michael and I felt good as we turned out of the channel and out
of harms way . That was until we ran hard aground on Redfish Island. We
where hard aground. It was getting cold and the day had been long. We
tried to back off with no luck, and we sat there thinking of ways to
get her unstuck. Michael knew his wife would be worried we where so
late. He came up with the idea to use the mizzen boom as a pry bar. Not
convinced this would work, but willing to try anything I started to
climb on the cabin to help him remove the boom.

Then we heard it, so strange a sound, like a thousand water faucets
where being opened at once. The boat started to list to port we saw the
water was being sucked out from under us we listed further and further
till the boat was sitting on dry sand on her side. Then came a
deafening roar a ten plus foot wall of water was rushing towards us
from the north, a ships wake. We're dead now Michael said calmly. We
both grabbed on to the Mizzen Mast an the wave burst around us. At the
35 degree list the steel hull took the impact of the wave . It shot
over and around us not a drop of water hitting us. What luck I yelled
as I jumped in the cockpit The boat gently rolled to starboard starting
floating and we backed off the Island into the ship channel. Boy, we
felt great to be alive and free of Redfish! Then sheer terror struck,
out of the fog we saw we had backed into the path of another outbound
ship . Michael dived head first into the engine room to connect the
running lights. As they came on all you could see was the red
reflection of our port running light reflecting off the bow towering
down on us . In seconds we where surfing away from the ship on the
wake of the bulbous bow and seeing nothing but a towering steel wall
speed by us at 20 plus knots. Another narrow miss, man we felt great
to still be alive. We followed the ships frothy wake north to the next
Buoy and turned west running from the ship channel as fast as we could.
We decided to slow and drop anchor and wait out the fog. Man, we felt
lucky and would take no other chances.

When the fog lifted we found we had run into a horseshoe shape of
pipes leaving a dredge. If we had gone another fifty feet we would
have hit it. Cliff was on the Clear Lake bridge honking and waving.
Michael,s wife had called the Coast Guard worried we that we where
so overdue.

We made it to the shipyard with no other problems. I have spent
three years totally restoring the boat and we are now ready for many
years of fun sailing , though I think I will never have another trip
that will be memorable and eventful , delightful, and terrorising, as
my first aboard the boat we named Red Cloud.

Joe

Ringmaster wrote:

I prefer flat panel HDTVs, since I can mount them on a bulkhead out
of
the way, and they don't get thrown around during rough weather.

Well Mr. Jim please inform the group of the flat pannel HDTV your using
that runs off batteries.

I'v got a Magnosonic 15" with HDTV resolotion (1280 x 760) that runs of
12 volts, I don't have the manual with me IIRC it uses less that 2 amps.

Cheers
Marty

I'v got a Magnosonic 15" with HDTV resolotion (1280 x 760) that runs of

12 volts, I don't have the manual with me IIRC it uses less that 2
amps.


Well there you have it. Sloco wrong again. Big surprise, right??!!


RB
35s5
NY

Ever hear of an inverter? Or a portable DVD player?.

Yep, I know what an inverter is but I'm trying to think of what size
HDTV flat panel that is currently available that you could put on a MAC
26.
I don't know of any currently available portable DVD player that
doubles as a HDTV. If you do please let me know.

It could be done...don't think the HD part is really worth the
effort
at the moment. We use a Sony which works great....see it here.

A briliant statement from a self proclaimed videophile. "Not worth the
effort" ? HD is only 8 times brighter, 8 times sharper and has much
better color saturation than std. def. and it's free off the airwaves.
What a dope!

I'v got a Magnosonic 15" with HDTV resolotion (1280 x 760) that
runs of
12 volts, I don't have the manual with me IIRC it uses less that 2
amps.

That's a top quality brand name. Where did you buy it ..... on a
trip to India? Are you changing your story now by stating this thing
has "HDTV resolution" You stated you had a flat panel HDTV. Does this
Magnosonic thing have a HDTV tuner built in? Does it have a 16:9 ratio
screen? If so where can one be purchased?

Not worth the
effort" ? HD is only 8 times brighter, 8 times sharper



And you need this on a boat?
Oh, okay. I now have a hi def projector and two HD displays, but I
really don't need it on the boat. Please let us know when you install
one on the Depress 30!

RB
35s5
NY

To the guy who posted the original question:

If you can find the necessary power and a good location for the scanner, a
radar is always a great "tool" for many reasons whether you are cruising
offshore or mainly inshore through marked or unmarked channels.
Be advised..... just because you now have a radar don't think you are now
an expert (or even passable) radar observer.....radar can get you into just
as much trouble as non radar....just for different reasons.

otn

Please let us know when you install
one on the Depress 30!

As soon as a reputable company brings out a 13"-15" HD built in 12 volt
model.

Ringmaster wrote:
Please let us know when you install
one on the Depress 30!

As soon as a reputable company brings out a 13"-15" HD built in 12 volt
model.


Cuz it's 8 times brighter, right???


BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Amazing!


RB
35s5
NY