The Whiskey Plank

The whiskey plank, traditionally, is the last plank fastened into the hull. The occasion is typically marked by a party to celebrate.

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  • by Reuel Parker

    IBIS in the remote creeks and ditches of North Carolina; The sail cover is off the fores’l to keep it handy if needed. Sunday 11/29 0830—I left the Calabash River and found a fuel dock in Little River. This used to be a small, quiet fishing village, but now it has two huge floating casino ships to take gamblers offshore where it’s legal to separate them from their money the...
  • by Reuel Parker

    Back in the ditch—Virginia ICW Tuesday 11/24/15—I awoke to find the forward cabin hatch frozen shut. IBIS’s decks were covered with ice. Even the ICW—which is salt water—had skim ice everywhere. I remember thinking this was just not fair! But—why should life be fair? Was that ever in the itinerary? After breakfast, cowering in the aft cabin with the oven on...
  • by Reuel Parker

    Reuel Parker’s boat, IBIS, anchored in Cape May, New Jersey on Nov 17, 2015 Sunday 11/15—Having departed Holiday Harbor Marina in Waretown, NJ, (a really good boatyard), I proceeded to motor down Barnegat Bay and the New Jersey Intracoastal Waterway. The problems with the Jersey ICW are three: lots of long, meandering channels; numerous 35′ high fixed bridges; and inattentive...
  • by Reuel Parker

    IBIS at the Holiday Harbor fuel dock, in Waretown, New Jersey. In December of 2013 I sold my sharpie schooner IBIS to a man from New Jersey, using owner financing. It was, perhaps, the biggest mistake of my life (not knowing what further stupidities await me). I designed and built IBIS, a highly modified adaptation of the Straits of Juan de Fuca halibut fishing sharpies of the 1880s, as the...
  • by Reuel Parker

    SARAH sailing in the Ft. Pierce Inlet in early 1986—Bill Smith on the bowsprit. Fort Pierce is at the northern extremity of South Florida, about halfway between Miami and Cape Canaveral. It is a small southern city, little more than a century old. It was named after an Army fort built there in 1838, during the Second Seminole War. The city was incorporated in 1901. Ft. Pierce is not a...
  • by Reuel Parker

    The Scow 45 JACOB—Alix (my delivery crew), and Jill (ace boatbuilder). After living and building boats in my idyllic little yard in Islamorada, I tried finding a new workspace on the Florida east coast. Beth Stevens came with me as my partner, and we looked at many possibilities, without any real success. We spent a season in Port Salerno, where we did a second restoration on Tony Bianco’s...
  • by Reuel Parker

    I sailed my first cruising sailboat, FISHERS HORNPIPE, from California to Florida in 1979/80. I re-entered the USA at Key West, and fell in love with the island. It was profoundly unlike anyplace I had ever been, and I had been to a lot of places. I found a slip in the old Truman Annex, and then had to find money to pay for it. Because I design, build and restore wooden boats, I soon found a job...
  • by Reuel Parker

    Approaching “The Keyhole”—west entrance to North Bight, Andros, Bahamas (IBIS, 2010). I sold my pilot schooner LEOPARD in late 1998, during my fight with cancer, and several years went by before I built my next cruising sailboat, T’IEN HOU. I launched her in early 2002, and in ‘03, ‘04 and ‘05, ran through the Bights of Andros with her. In early 2003 we...
  • by Reuel Parker

    In the South Bight of Andros—LEOPARD’S Crewmembers Amy, Scotty & Kris. In my eternal search for alternative ways of doing things, I have sought for many years to find an expeditious route from South Florida to the central and eastern Bahamas. The obvious route is to sail from Key Biscayne to Bimini, clearing into the Bahamas there. From Bimini, most yachts with a draft of eight...
  • By Reuel Parker

    After running the northern New Jersey coast between Manasquan Inlet and Sandy Hook in the restored 1965 Chris Craft Commander 27 JB , we entered New York Harbor on May 3rd at 11:30. The 5-foot swell that was running turned into the Harbor, and JB literally surfed down the ground swells, blowing out big wings of spray as her bows plowed into the wave troughs. I had never experienced anything like...