Hawkestone Yacht Club

Slips available for the 2017 season on Lake Simcoe

Hawkestone Yacht Club - Slips available for the 2017 season on Lake Simcoe

Why do I Sail?

The following article was sent to me by Tony Miles who wrote this years ago for Telltales. It is so good and something that we all can relate to at one point or another. Well stated Tony. We all look forward to your far between visits to the club and your wonderful sense of humour!

Thank you for your contributions over the years..

Why Do I Sail? – by Tony Miles

In the past few days I have had reason to question my sanity in ever taking up sailing. Buried in the bowels of the boat, wrestling with bolts that won’t release their hold, twisted pipes that refuse to disentangle themselves and flesh bearing on metal specifically designed to lacerate, bruise, concuss, induce muscular spasms or fracture parts of the human skeletal system, gives one plenty of time to meditate on more reasonable ways of engaging oneself.

I tried to reach back in history to see where the romance of sail first got it’s start.  If we begin with the Bible, we find Noah was one of the early characters that messed about with boats. Of Course, like most sailors, he was slightly unhinged. Who else, when alerted to possibility of high water and charged with saving a menagerie of animals and his immediate family, would opt for building a boat rather than seeking high ground. Now you have to be a brick or two short of a load to start a project like that. Can you imagine the building permits he required (Tony Pope could have helped him here), and the lengths to which would have to go to satisfy the MoE and local Health Unit. If we think we have problems with factory hog farms, you can see that our friend Noah was about to run the E.Coli count off the chart. Now he has built his boat, and has to get the animals aboard. You probably have trouble getting the family dog in at night, but this guy has a king size animal drive on his hands, and Mrs. Noah going on at the same time asking what’s taking him so long. Anyway he succeeds and the rest is history. But I don’t think you could say that Noah’s venture sparked a big run on boat building or recreational sailing.

And still with your nose in the Bible, you stumble upon Peter and his pals, fishermen and therefore sailors all, setting off on the Sea of Galilee in spite of Small Craft Warnings having been issued by the local weather office and an angry sky that shouted “Gale!”. Jesus who knew a thing or two and had checked with his Dad, decided not to join them, and said He’d rather walk. And we all know what happened next, and unless one has a direct line to the Almighty, it might suggest that our natural habitat is land rather than water!

And St. Paul is another example of a guy with problems on the water. Instead of taking a cheap air charter to Rome, he’s seduced by the cruise line ads, and decides on a leisurely sea voyage and of course, he is ship-wrecked. So we can see that if there is one thing the Good Book tells us, it’s avoid water at all costs!

And if you go through the rest of history, for the most part, life on the water was not great. Ask any of the gallery of slaves or the members of Columbus’s crew, or a sailor in Nelson’s navy after being touched up with the lash. The Captains had it better, because their rum was unwatered and their quarters were a mite less cramped, but even they had their bad hair days. Cook, Nelson, Hudson and a flock of others came to sticky ends! In fact, from what I read of naval history, the only sensible sailors in centuries were Fletcher Christian and his mates who abandoned ship and made off with the lovelies on Tahiti.

And in the more recent past, the sailors on the North Atlantic or Murmansk run during the Second World War didn’t find much romance on the sea. Or what about the jolly life of the crew on a nuclear submarine, packed more densely than Dolly Parton in an A cup bra, and glowing nicely in the dark after a day in the engine room. And I haven’t even touched on the Fastnet Race, the Whitbread or the Titanic’s waltz with an oversized ice cube.

And now we come to the boats we sail. Everyone who has ever owned a sailboat knows that they make horrendous maintenance demands on you. I am convinced that sail boat designers and manufactures have committees that are set up to ensure any maintenance procedure is made as difficult and inconvenient as possible. Committee members all hold shares in chiropractic clinics, and in another age, would have been key players in the Spanish Inquisition. I can imagine an executive at C & C calling up the engine manufactures and saying “Charlie, what’s all this nonsense about having the dip stick right on the top of the engine and readily reached from a cockpit location. Do something about it or lose the order”.  So, my dipstick is about 3 feet long, has half a dozen right angle bends in it, is fed into a small, obscure hole camouflaged by various electrical cables and hoses so no light gets to the site. It would be easier to get a Q-tip in an irate tiger’s ear hole than get this dip stick home! It probably helps in your maintenance operations if your mother held a steady diet of pretzels when she was pregnant with you or Quasimodo features in you family tree. Whoever it was who said that with almost everything in life it was easier to get into than out of, had certainly spent time in the engine compartment of a sailboat.

And then consider the economics of the situation. In Ontario we get about 5 months sailing a year, if we are lucky, and then most of us only get to the Club at week-ends, and then not every weekend. So say we make 75% of the weekends, this amounts to a total of 15 weekends a year. Now on most of these weekends people hang around the Club chatting, repairing their craft or watching others repair theirs, making excuses about why they didn’t do better in the last race or bragging about how well they did. So, when it is all said and done, there is a lot more said than done. The actual time under sail is probably 4 hours a weekend, and with 15 such weekends, we generously arrive at about 60 hours of sailing a year ( I say generously because I haven’t allowed for work parties, time spent aground, etc). When you factor in the cost of a sailboat, insurance, beer, rum, gin and headache pills, the hourly rate of operating your boat is about the same as the hourly salary of the president of General Motors.

So to answer my initial question, “Why do I sail?” the only conclusion I can come to is that I have a single digit IQ, and, if not for the cutbacks in medicine, I would have been put in a mental institution years ago.

“Why do I continue to sail?”… Because my wife likes it!!!

 

 

Best Commodore’s Ball Ever

hams - JoanThe evening was off to a spirited start even before the 18:00 start time as many eager members gathered just as the doors opened. After navigating the reception table to check in, pick up their door prize tickets and their cash or cheque returns, it was off to mingle with friends, old and new. By 19:00 the buffet tables were being loaded and folks asked to find their seats. At this time Cheryl Reid was asked to say a few words of blessing and thanks before dinner. With some help from the Commodore, the lineup for eats went smoothly and soon all were tucking into some delectable food. Many of us were very happy to see the seafood salad/antipasto make a return appearance as it was a favourite last year.


While lingering over delicious desserts, the business of handing out rewards Racing awardswas kicked off by Mariesa and Richard Tielen. The Friday night Beer Can race results were:

  • 1st Place: Colin Bolen
  •  2nd Place: Les Galicinski
  •  3rd Place: Jim Robinson

Pretty good going to the Robinsons to take 3rd the first season with a new-to-them boat.
We then heard from Cheryl Reid who announced the ‘Veronica’s Cup’ winner. This year the number of boats who tried this do-it-yourself race course was up and the winner was Les Galicinski. V Cup AwardThat man certainly knows how to get the most out of his boat!
Commodore AwardNext on the agenda was the announcing of the recipient of the Commodore’s Award, 2014. When Ron Marsh’s name was announced, he received a standing ovation. It would seem the membership agreed with the choice.

 

 

An addition to the list of presentations was next. Pat and Frank Belchamber presented Mariesa and Richard Tielen with a mysterious box to open. When all was uncovered, it was found to contain his grandfather’s cuckoo clock—and it was in decidedly better shape than the last time he had seen it. If you aren’t aware of the story behind this, stop by Richard’s picnic table next season, or the Belchamber’s, and either will be happy to regale the tale.


It was then time to turn the band loose. They cranked out some lively tunes to get the crowd up and working off those yummy desserts.

During the first break the band took, the business of drawing for door prizes was undertaken. This took some time as the table was loaded with goodies provided by members and a number of boat-related businesses. Thanks to all who contributed prizes.

This continued to well into late night as the crowd slowly drifted home to massage some tired feet and the realization of one of the best Commodore’s Balls became a warm memory. If you weren’t one of the 95 attendees at this year’s blast, better plan to make it to next year’s event.

Brought to you by Hans & Joan

Lobsterfest in Review

What a great day! What else can be said?

The day started with Paul & Joanne and their “Lobsterfestites” preparing the grounds for the arrival of our special guest, all the way from the east coast, Mr. Lobster. Getting the fire ready; setting up the pot; Moving picnic tables; and sculling all the strawberries. I get tired just thinking about all they did in preparation! When the da man with the steel drum arrived and the huge lobster pot was boiling, we all knew it wouldn’t be long.. Mr Lobster made his arrival, looking so good in his nice reddish/orange outfit, and we all lined up for our fair share of the main event. What an event it was.. With the Jamaican Music in the background it turned out to be The Best Lobster I’ve enjoyed in a long time! But wait… It didn’t stop there. The strawberries and whip cream.. Oh the strawberries and whip cream! The tunes continued on longer than planned and it seemed Mr Music Man was getting into it just as much as all the members dancing on the beach! Thanks to Paul, Joanne, all the volunteers, the LCYC members who made the trip across the lake, and all of you who sent me some pictures for this Blog. What a great it was!

Sailpast 2014 Video

This years Sailpast turned out to be a great day with sunshine, warmth and over 30 boats on the water!

The day included the skippers meeting, official ceremonies, boats being piped out of the harbour, the sailpast around the Commodore’s boat prior heading back to the clubhouse for great reception that should the culinary skills of one of our new members, Paula Thompson.

Thank you all the volunteers who worked so hard to put this together and the members who participated in making it a great day!