A Three Hour Tour
Well my oldest son decided that he wanted to go paintballing in the morning with Jose (our sales guy) and my brother. Knowing how much he likes to paintball and that the forecast was for a perfect day I acquiesced and let him go. I reasoned that I could always drop the boat in the water and run it around to the marina while he was paintballing if I absolutely couldn't wait to go boating.
Saturday morning dawned with a high overcast (I guess you could call it partly sunny) and absolutely no wind. Being somewhat complacent after hearing the forecast Friday night I began leisurely getting the boat ready and doing some cleanup around the yard. I figured I might as well turn on the weather radio and let the computer voice drone on in the background while I worked.
All of a sudden I was jolted from my leisurely haze. The forecast had changed! It was now calling for afternoon thunderstorms with a small craft advisory for late in the afternoon. I began eyeing the bay nervously while intermittently checking my watch waiting for my son to get home so we could get on the water, the whole family was going on this trip and I wanted smooth water (got to get a few "nice" water trips in with the wife to get her hooked).
All of a sudden I was jolted from my leisurely haze. The forecast had changed! It was now calling for afternoon thunderstorms with a small craft advisory for late in the afternoon. I began eyeing the bay nervously while intermittently checking my watch waiting for my son to get home so we could get on the water, the whole family was going on this trip and I wanted smooth water (got to get a few "nice" water trips in with the wife to get her hooked).Ben, my son, finally got home and we got on our way to the launch ramp. I had forgotten to check the tide tables and when we got to the ramp we found that it was low tide, low, low tide. Which at Washington park can be an issue as only one boat per side can fit and by this time I was a little antsy to get the boat in the water and get going. Soon a spot opened up to back the boat down but the people that h
ad just launched weren't quite ready to go and were hogging up the dock space and I was getting really impatient. I began backing the boat down when I saw one of them running back down to the dock from their trailer and felt a little relieved that they might get out of the way so I could launch. I looked back in the rear view mirror and saw lawn chairs coming out of their boat and on to the dock, which was not a good sign. So I decided we'd drop the boat off the trailer and pull it up on the beach, after all that's why we build an Oregon dory. As I started backing up the people on the dock got a little nervous that we might launch our boat right into theirs however when I told them the plan their anxiety dropped a little.
ad just launched weren't quite ready to go and were hogging up the dock space and I was getting really impatient. I began backing the boat down when I saw one of them running back down to the dock from their trailer and felt a little relieved that they might get out of the way so I could launch. I looked back in the rear view mirror and saw lawn chairs coming out of their boat and on to the dock, which was not a good sign. So I decided we'd drop the boat off the trailer and pull it up on the beach, after all that's why we build an Oregon dory. As I started backing up the people on the dock got a little nervous that we might launch our boat right into theirs however when I told them the plan their anxiety dropped a little.Soon we had the boat off of the trailer
and on the beach. After a little challenge with the shore pound we where off and the worries of the launch ramp were behind us, literally.
and on the beach. After a little challenge with the shore pound we where off and the worries of the launch ramp were behind us, literally.The water was beautiful, glassy smooth, and perfect. I was excited to drive the boat and see what the new spray rails meant to how the boat handled. However it wasn't two minutes before Ben began nudging me out of the way wanting to drive the boat. For some reason I let him take the helm and pointed out to him a landmark to line up with. It took him a while to get the hang of it but soon he had us all lined up. I was a bit bummed to not be driving however it did give me a chance to wander around and hang my head overboard to see how the spray rails were doing.
The rails were working great, no longer did I have a sheet of water coming off of the port quarter and we didn't have to trim the engine so far down to get the bow down. 

Ben had everything under control so I sat down and enjoyed the ride. When we got up near Eagle Harbor on Cypress Island I took the helm and we did some maneuvers, the boat turns much better with the spray rails on as they cause the water to release from the boat and allow it to carve rather than slide through the turn (for you surfers out there it would be like the difference between a board with sharp edges at the tail and one that has 50/50 rails all the way through). It was great.
We motored in through the mooring buoys and up into the cove at Eagle Harbor, there were little bait fish jumping on the surface and once past the mooring buoys the bay shallowed out to 4ft real quick. First we headed up to the NE corner but decided that the bottom was too muddy (almost lost a rubber boot) and not steep enough to leave the boat on. I hadn't checked the tides and didn't know if it was going to keep going out or start coming in. So we went over to the NW corner of the bay where the beach was small gravel and much more suitable for beaching.
We got out and secured the boat and hiked around for a while, the boys found clams, small crabs, oysters, dragon flies and even a sn
ake.
ake. We decided that instead of heading straight back to the launch ramp we would go all the way around the island.
We motored out of the cove and started heading North. Zach our 2 year old decided that since Ben got to drive the boat there that he should get a turn too. So he nudged me out of the way and took the wheel. He did quite well too considering he couldn't see where he was going. Apparently not understanding the connection between where we were going and what he was doing he soon tired of navigating and turned the wheel back over to me. Ben hadn't had enough yet so he asked if he could pilot the boat so he took us up around the top of the island. The breeze that was forecast began to kick up and while we were on the NE side of the island it was nice, since it blew the hot air off the island but soon we rounded the corner and were coming at it as it blew straight up Rosario Strait. A light chop kicked up as well and for the comfort of the crew we cut the speed back to about 14 knots.
As we approached Guemes Channel the Ferry and two tugs were headed up the channel and as we crossed behind them we picked up their wake. The little boat with its flat bottom is a hoot in the big rollers, you can feel it pick up speed as it surfs down the big waves. Ben who had by this time given the helm over in order to find a warmer place to hide poked his head out of the blankets he'd wrapped up in and gave me a big smile as we slid over the large wakes.
Coming into Washington park we got out of the wind and back into the soft water again. Nearing the end of the day's journey and having had a good "three hour tour" I decided to hot rod around in the boat for a bit. Running in circles the boat turned great without a hint of out of control sliding or wallowing. It definitely needed the spray rails and the effort to put them on was very much worthwhile. If I did have to do them over I might raise them up a little more, but they seem to work great. Now on to the rest of the list.....

