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For a few years in the early 20th century my grandfather owned a “camp” on Honnedaga Lake, in the large private preserve managed by the Adirondack League Club, an organization dedicated to hunting, fishing, hiking and recreation on 55,000 forested acres in upstate New York. The camp was named “Kanahoya,” an Iroquois name for a red-berried shrub growing by the water.


First of all, I introduce myself: I’m from France, maried, eight children (one in Boise, Idaho), framer and other jobs on wood, only natural ones. I started the building four years ago and now she’s nearly finished (just a problem with the cooling system of the inside motor).

She’s made of oak (carpentry) and douglas pine (hull and deck).

I made the plan and all the stuffs, blacksmithing also and sails too.

I work on this “chantier” for 3500 hours and now I hope to sail first around West coast of France and after, straight to North.

I rowed my scull in September under a Harvest moon and a million stars. I rowed well through the otherworldly light of that night. It was a transcendent moment alone on a beautiful and well loved pond on Cape Cod.

Because this is a wooden boat site I will tell you about the boat. She is a single scull, 27 feel long, and 11-½ inches at her widest beam. Her name is BOANNE, named after the Celtic goddess of rivers and poets.

I set sail with a couple of old salts yesterday and am the wiser for it. Having sailed with Bob Woodruff the previous Sunday on a familial flotilla across Edgartown Great Pond to the south shore beach it occurred to Bob that an excursion in my slippery Melonseed skiff might be just the thing to draw his friend Mait Edey out after a recent bout with Lyme.

I was standing on the rear deck of a friend of mine’s boat at the Georgetown Wooden Boat Show in Georgetown, SC in October 2010, talking to this guy named Ken that owned the Owens docked just behind us, when we saw an Elco coming up the Sampit River. I made comment that I’d like to see an Elco, to which he replied, “My father has an Elco” I asked what kind and he told me a 1930 27 ft Marinette. I said to him that it sounds like one that I used to own.

The life of an impoverished young cruising yachty is occasionally spotted with unexpected bounty. This was to be my experience one late summer’s day as my boat was laid up on a disused slipway in Thursday Island.

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