The Journal of the Pacific Northwest Chapter
Antique and Classic Boat Society
World Wide Web Edition/ Fall '98 Issue


Summer and Fall Events by R. Stevenson
Race Boats at Chelan by M. Erickson
Classic Boat Discussion
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Tales of Restoration:
Outboard Boats I have Known by Tim King
Reinell Boats by Ron Stevenson
Restoring a Century Coronado by Karl Hoffman

FAMILY FUN DAY!!! Al & Myra were so very kind in letting use their lakefront property in Yarrow Bay for a great day-- even the sun came out! Our fearless leader Land Washburn showed his true skills at the multi-Weber grill facility with a great selection of hamburgers, turkey burgers and designer hot dogs. Probably thirty or forty people showed up, with and without boats. I know those who couldn't make it simply forgot, because there is no other excuse for not being able to go on boat rides, eat, go for another boat ride, eat, and go for more boat rides. Some new faces showed up, the Kaspersons with their nice Sportsman that Alan did; the Carvers were there with their Thompson, and some usual people showed up. I sure don't remember who all came-- I was busy eatingand going for boat rides!. Alan Thomle passed another milestone in his boat-building career-- the "Rocketeer" with its' new Ford V8 ran very strong, very fast, kept it cool and stayed in a straight line! Bob Haynes brought "Liberty", it looks nice with the new lettering on it -- what was in the Yukon Jack box, Bob? Carl and Rob both brought their newly restored Centurys. Carl must be tired of his boat already-- he was letting anybody and everybody run it-- even some guy named Dave who hasn't even been out in a boat all year! It was nice to see Jeri there too. Dave has been restoring Jeri's health this year--keep up the good work-- both of you! Ron seemed to be pulling on his starter rope a lot-- Seems he has problems with engines for Reinells! Fred & Kaly brought "Betty Boop" and the "Take-off" anchored out bringing the Magnussons to the event. "Nameless in Seattle" was there with "hydro-babe" Barb; when are you going to put the name on your boat, Ike? I know I've missed some people and boats, but I was busy eating! And hey-- let's do it again next year-- Ok Myra? Al? (I want to see those cars, Al!) This really has to be one of the most fun events that our club does; I strongly urge all of you to make a point to attend next years event, whether new member or old. WE THANK YOU! P.S.

CARILLON POINT AND THE BLUE ANGELS The 8th annual boat show turned out pretty well, despite heavy competion from the Blue Angels. Believe it or not, we actually had more people through the gate this year than last, although it didn't seem as busy on the docks. The flow was much more steady, and no big crowds jammed the docks like last year. Thanks to coordinating the Art Festival with the boat show; our major expenses (t-shirts, and posters) were reduced, so we even made some money! Which of course helps to fund our club events like family day, the annual dinner, Christmas Caroling, Opening Day, etc. The Boat Show Committee wants to thank again all of you who brought a boat, and who helped doing all the things that need to be done. It is impossibleto name all of you; we very much appreciate your support and contribution. The Committee has a core of five people who do far too much work. We sat down recently to de-brief and realized that five of us can't do this again. We broke down the various responsibilities into tasks for our all-volunteer club and came up with at least twenty, yes, 20! positions that need to be filled to make the boat show happen next year. It is not as bad as it sounds-- these are responsibilities that are easy for twenty people, but tremendously burdensome for five. We desperately need your help. We have lots of people in our club who are very talented and who are of course very busy; the tasks at hand are easy for some of us and hard for others to do. Pick something you're good at, and call Dick Dow, 868-0921. He will coordinate this effort until a new Chairman is selected. We need help with the following:
REGISTRATION (2) Invitations, Registration packet, and program (produce, assemble, mail); tracking of entrants (we are currently using Access program)
PUBLICITY (2 or 3 -- or one full-time, does-it-for-a-living) produce and distribute media kit; follow-up, follow-up, follow-up. Media is very important ---it brings the crowds who bring money!
POSTER / T-SHIRT (1 or 2) Choose artist, artwork, production, distribution GATE (2) organize, recruitment, set-up, tear-down. Also;merchandising and the usual ticket/money stuff.
JUDGING(2) organizing, recruitment, awards selection; Trophies, dash-plaques, engraving.
EXHIBITOR/VENDOR COORDINATOR (1 ) select and recruit vendors, exhibitors and/ or activities (kids boat building?) in lower parking lot.
SPONSORSHIP(1) OR--EVERYONE-- WE NEED A SPONSOR TO FOOT THE BILL! recruit, select, coordinate, accommodate!
EVENING EVENT COORDINATOR (2) Friday and Saturday night events and program, food selection, pricing & menus, room selection, maybe you'll remember the name tags we forgot!
HOSPITALITY SUITE (1) food selection, purchase, set-up, monitor, tear-down; don't leave this to the guys if you want something besides beer and chips.
DOCKMASTER (1) organize boat layout and put 'em where you want 'em!
LAUNCH RAMP (1 ) recruit and organize.
OH- ALMOST FORGOT THE CHAIRPERSON (1)-- Like to delegate? oversee? budget? juggle money? juggle people? THIS IS FOR YOU!!!

All us of were talking about the great time we have had doing this; what great friendships we have developed, and of course the great dinners that Sue Dapron has made for us. We have a great pool of resourceful, smart and great people in our club, let's all of us get more involved!!

Hydros on Lake Chelan

Racing Boats It was a hectic month that flew past us too fast and the last week was especially frantic. We were ready for a get away. Only one task remained and once completed we would be on the road. Peggy invited a group from Narrows Glenn to have lunch at our home after their trip to NW Trek. It took Curtis, Corrine and I running constantly to meet the requirements of the group of 20 Octogenarians and seniors. As we were waving good-bye to the shuttle lumbering up our driveway I was already mentally checking what was packed and what was not. I felt like a traitor when Curt and I left for out rip and Corrine waved good-bye surrounded by a mountain of dirty dishes.

The rip of Lake Chelan was beautiful. Cutting through the rugged mountains at Blewitt Pass at 4,000 feet. Just on the other side of the pass we began to see evidence of the numerous forest fires that burned this summer. Isolated vacation cabins and ranch houses completely surrounded by the charred remains of pine. The structures showed no sign of scorching, their roofs were tin and that is probably what saved them. You could see mall patches of green around some houses illustrating the reach of the protective stream of water from a garden hose. The hills and remnant forest alsotold a story. Small patches of green surrounded with black evidence the currents of superheated air and trees burned at the bottom but green on the top with absolutely no remnant of grasses and shrubs tell of the speed in which the fire passed There was a junk yard completely consumed by the fire and all that was left was a pile of blackened junk looking somewhat junkier. (The fires had burned for miles and were still burning a Chelan the whole weekend we were there. Lake Chelan is noted for its winds and its winds carried dust and ash to cover our boats and cars. The haze of ash smoke and dust never cleared during our whole stay.)

The route to Lake Chelan reminded me of our trip to Okaganogan in B.C. Long deep blue lakes cutting through old mountains of granite rich in mineral deposits which color the sharp rocks in reds, golds, pinks, greens, yellows and blues. Both areas have rich history of mining. The mountains around Chelan were mined for silver and gold but copper, galena and lead were also mined. Our good friend Ike said there was still active mining going on in the area today.

We arrived in Chelan late, around 7 or 8 pm. Ike (who we met at Ken's truck stop ) had to go to Wenatchee to pick up his girlfriend Barbara at the airport. After he left we put our 25 foot, 1938 Chris Craft "Floozy" and the truck to bed in a secured area then we decided to look for dinner ..We were staying at Campbell's Hotel. This hotel began as a late Victorian resort lodge in the 1901 and thoughout the years it acquired other hotels to become a rambling conglomerate of buildings of different architecture in an astounding location. In the center of the city of Chelan with wonderful boat moorage, sandy beaches, park like grounds decorated in lawn chairs, 5 swimming pools, 1 hot tub and a volley ball court. A public park with excellent launching ramp is located at the end of the Hotel. Our suite had two bedrooms, a futon couch, complete kitchen bathroom and an abundance of hidden closets containing rusty 4" support pilings. The decor was classic 1950's tacky.

Curt and I found dinner at Campbell's Restaurant/Pub. This was the original hotel. We ate at the pub on the verandah looking down on the people passing below us on the side walks. A huge crowd of people were waiting on the dock for the Lady of the Lake cruise boat. Lucky us 600 "Eagles" were having a convention in Chelan this weekend too. When we returned to our room Ike and Barbara arrived and after a might cap we retired. The guys were saying something about the crack of dawn but I ignored them

Crack! 7:00am. (As we get older the crack of dawn get later.) We planned to go to Stehekin by boat, a 55 mile trip to the end of the lake. It wasn't too bad we were on the water by 8"00 am. The sky was clear and crisp and the air had a slight tinge of pink with the sunrise hitting the haze over the water. The shoreline was crowded with expensive, expansive vacation homes. On the foot hill were trimmed well manicured fruit orchards. The mountain peaks were angular, sharp and dark. reminding me of carnivore teeth jetting out of rounded soft yellow gums. The terrain seemed almost primitive, one could imagine mountain goats scampering on the sheer craggy cliffs rising form the lakeside. I guess in the not too distant history there were millions of Mountain goats in the area. People would shoot them just to hear the sound of them falling in the water. The further we went up the lake the steeper the mountains became and the narrower the waterway was. About 15 mile into our trip there was a distinct absence of austnacious vacations homes replaced by a mere dotting of humble bare bones log fishing cabins. Eventually there was no one.

Ike was familiar with the area. He worked up here some 20 years ago with the Forest Service pushing roads into the wilderness. He led us to Domkee falls where we planed to take a coffee break. All along the shore were small parks in which one could camp. Lovely parks with pit toilets, stout picnic tables, iron fire rings and wonderful docks. It was here at Domkee falls that I introduced Barbara to ant lions. The ground was simply dimply with their pits. The smell of pine, soft breezes whispering in the trees and a warm spot over looking a magnificence scene got Curt all excited. He was ready to pitch a tent Right Now! Hang the hotel. I was sorry I didn't learn of it until later but near Domkee falls are Indian Petrographs, probably left by the ancient Indians before the small pox epidemic which decimated the population in the 1700's.

Once again we were settled aboard "Floozy" and off to Stehekin. We begin to see the end of the lake and off in the distance Mt. Buckner and it's glaciers. A cluster of unpretentious buildings can be sighted to the left and the closer we got the more pretentious the buildings became. Stehekin Lodge is a first class resort which was once run by the Forest Service but is leased by a private concern now. The cruise boat disgorges sightseers throughout the day and Chelan Air float plane service brings smaller and more effluent groups on a regular basis. All supplies are either ferried or flown in hence the $2.00 a gallon price tag for gas. Having arrived ate the Lodge's docks and tying up I then was in search of a store to buy film. Magnificent scenery, a camera and no film was a condition I couldn't abide. Locating the store I restocked my film and we were off to explore. We located the museum and Ike knew of some beautiful waterfalls not too far form the lodge. Because of our schedule we hired a taxi to take us the 3 miles to Rainbow falls. So beautiful! The falls drop about 300 feet and because of the dry season according to our driver and guide the normal volume of water was half again more than what we was. If we were here in the Spring we would have been drenched by the spray before we could see the falls. The Indians called the falls "Racing Rainbow" because of the way the rainbow moved in the mist. There were nice campgrounds and our driver (Manager of the Lodge) showed us the first school house and the present school. His children went to both schools and his oldest is now in high school in Wenachee living there.

I was time to leave the sun was getting low in the sky and we had 55 miles to return and a promise of strong winds. We decided to look for a remote place to eat our lunch and soon located "Safe Harbor". The picnic grounds were rocky since it was a delta of a stream. Curt was exploring the stream with Barbara and was soon yelling at me to hurry up and look! There in a crystal clear pool with bright green moss covered rocks was a cluster of vivid red spawning Kokanee. Their heads were olive green and misshapen, from the gills back the fish were intense burgundy red. Curt went further up the stream to find hundreds more. Exploring a little longer we then got back to the business of the picnic. We discovered we had in-advertently placed our lunch next to a log slice serving as a nest for thousands of yellow jackets. Prudently we relocated to higher ground. Amazing beasts, they began to swarm over the lunch sacks before we sat down. Moving on the dock Barbara began to pass out the sandwiches only to be driven off again by the bugs. Leaving "Safe Harbor" dock with yellow jackets hovering over the place we had been. We enjoyed an undisturbed lunch on the move. It occurred to me at this time that whenever I attempted to drink a bee a wind would kick up and I would knock my teeth with the can. Once again I tried to drink some good New York brew and after the third painful thump on my incisors I handed the beer to Curt. The wind was really whipping up but our 25 foot "Floozy" cut through the waves with little effort. We knew we were gettingclose to the end of our excursion when houses started to appear on the shoreline. The old adage of every man's home is his castle was literal when we passed a round castle turret under construction. The turret was relatively small but the stone gated entrance to the property hinted of greater things to come.

Having returned to he hotel we discovered new arrivals of friends and a major castosphosis. The truck hauling the unlimited hydroplane "Hawaii Kai" broke down near Issaquah, "Slow Mo V" wasn't even out of Seattle yet and had no truck to haul it over here. No one knew where Joe and his "Miss Thriftway" was and he was to have left Isaaquah at 10:00 am. Ken Musketel called and his car quite 10 miles in a tunnel outside of Chelan. Barbara took charge and was on a phone to attempt to straighten out the complicated mess. By dinner time Joe and "Miss Thriftway" arrived along with Marie and Sara with their racing runabout in tow. Sandy and here friends were following in her car. We enjoyed each others stories and an excellent meal.

Saturday morning brought better news. "Hawaii Kai" made it to Chelan and one of the fellows returned Friday night to bring "Slow Mo V". He arrived with no further trouble. "T-Cell" was parked near the hotel. It looked like the event was going to happen after all. The giant crane needed to pick up the boats out of the water was positioning itself at the Marina. I had to come from Everett. With a boat load in our boat we headed for Evan's Marina to watch the Hydros! There was a cluster of people on the shoreline, which were the volunteers and their families from the Hydro Museum. The object of the event was to have fun and give the volunteers a ride on the hydros they worked so hard on. A few spectators came by but there was never a huge crowd. Curt and I had a boat load in the "Floozy" sitting in the middle of the mile long course to watch the boats. Not only did we have the unlimited hydros but also the 7 liter and 5 liter class boats and Jim McGoldrick 12 foot "Slow Mo Jr.". Each took a turn around the course and sometimes, no always when tow boats were on the course at the same time, we had a race. The boats were exciting! I can't describe the sound of the Hydro's engines but it was a total experience for the very air vibrated with it. I don't think I'll ever got comfortable with the sight of black smoke and fire shooting out of exhausts. It is something just short of observing the power of a volcano prior to erupting. The boats would take a lap or two, break down, be towed in, repaired, and return to the course. This became a routine after a while so we knew how much time we had before the next spectecal. When there was a lull and all the boats were being reparied or adjusted we decided to take our boat load of people for a little ride to see the homes. The group of people in our boat were as diverse as the architecture found on the shore. In the back cockpit sat Ken Guise and his wife Stephanie, they came from Kewlona B.C. for the weekend. Dixon, Judy and Ryan Smith were in the second cockpit. Dixon is a United Airline pilot and works on the "Miss Budwiser" racing team as a hobby. He created and maintains the computer program for the hydro. Dixon worked on the "Miss Bardahl" team in the old racing days and attributes his college education to the boat. This is especially interesting to Curt since he owns the boat Dixon worked on. Judy, wife and mother, is the essectial balance between the exciting world of hydros and the real world. I enjoyed Judy very much. Ryan is their 11 year old son. Among the amazing sites we saw on our little jaunt was the flat open decked ferry that transports equipment / vehicle to Stehekin and Chelan. This morning the decks were crowded with about 20 stubby legged pot bellied dung colored horses. No fence or rope kept them aboard and they were on their way to Chelan. "Miss Thriftway" was having trouble so we came in so Dixon could help.

Tying up at the float plane's fueling dock we joined the crowd of spectators. The docks floated and at sites near the hydros, sank. With the docks sinking from the weight of the crowd, hundreds of spiders large and small scramble for saftey. Up peoples legs, up boats and anything else they could fine. I was busy watching the activity around the "Miss Thriftway", when a lady tapped me on the shoulder to tell me that my pants were covered with spiders! Hundreds of them! I went on land to observe. We were only away from our boat for a very short time but when we returned, "Floozy" was decorated with large and small orb webs and hundreds of threads of webs trailing in the wind.

The day was perfect, most of the volunteers got a ride including a very excited Ryan who will talk about this day when he is old and grey. The crowd dispersed once the boats were placed on the trailers and rushed plans were being made for the cocktail party that evening. The short trip back from the marina across the lake to the hotel was a little more exciting than the trip in the morning. A stiff breeze came up and created 2 to 3 foot waves. Stories of 8 to 10 foot waves and 100 mph gusts of wind were frequently told to us on this trip.

The party was at the "Chelan House", again a classic 50's decor and it was bustling! The Eagles were competing with the Hydro group. I would guess there were then 50 of us and as many Eagles in a space for 75. With our group every meal tends to resemble the phone booth capacity exercise. Yes we can squeeze 30 people at a table for 8. Another good eveining and Ryan is still excited about his ride on the "Miss Thriftway".

We are all tired especially Barbara who spent most of her weekend solving one crisis after another and organizing rides. Soneone mentioned the Crack of Dawn again but nobody listened. The next morning brought with it the buisness of packing, checking out and saying good-bye. The trip home was just as pleasant as the trip to Chelan. We stopped at a fruit stand for pears and caught Barbara and Ike buying the delicious local apples. We met our little group again at a hamburger cafe for a last meal before we all split up to go our different directions home. Once again we all left each other with that warm fuzzy feeling of good times and good friends.

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