In the forest of West Tisbury
Lefty was the 4th hull built by Cape Dory on the molds from the Greenwich 24, which they had bought from Allied in 1972. The
boat was designed by George Stadel as a daysailer/weekender, but I have found her to be an able coastal cruiser and a comfortable
home for me these five years.
When I first saw her she was a wreck, hurricane Bob had sent her to the bottom and somebody
had fished her out and leaned her on a fence in the yard. She was all filled up with rainwater, her rig in a shambles and
her hull badly scored from pounding on the rocks. Nobody wanted her, and I got her cheap from the guy who had contracted to
cut her up and remove her.
I wish I had taken a picture of what she looked like in that yard. I didn't have a camera,
and I was too concerned with getting the water out and getting her ready to move. She sure looked a mess, though. Still does,
sort of. I opted for a workboat finish, as I like to call it, money being short. My first priority was patching up the hull
and getting her afloat, then getting some kind of rig.
The rig I ended up putting in was an old wooden mizzen mast of
an Alden ketch. A buddy of mine let me have it cheap and I cut 2' off the base of the mast and the boom to make it fit the
sail plan. I got some second hand sails and some stainless wire, various blocks, shackles and a lot of three strand dacron
and rigged her up. The mast didn't have spreaders originally, so I xeroxed Herreshoffs pattern for the tangs and had them
made up out of bronze. The spreaders themselves I made up out of pressure treated lumber. Did most everything by eye to make
sure it came out alright.
I launched her in the early spring and by July 4th I was ready to move aboard.
year I spent in Lagoon Pond learning to sail. I didn't have an engine, so I had to learn. The winter was a little rough, but
I sailed as many days as the weather would permit. By the following summer I was sailing back and forth between Vinyard Haven
and Edgartown, sometimes as far as Menemsha. The second winter found me back in the Lagoon, but by the following summer I
made my first long cruise to Newport RI. Newport is a real sailor's town, and I fell in love with the harbor right away.
The third winter I decided to study for my captain's exam, which turned out to be the best thing I ever could have done
for my navigating. The following spring I took an extended cruise of Narragansett Bay and Block Island, then got back in time
to take a job driving the harbor launch in Vinyard Haven. This did as much for my boat handling as the Coast Guard exam had
done for my navigating, and by fall I was ready to head south for the winter.
Aground on Hines Point
Port Jefferson NY
I left Vinyard Haven on the 1st of October and sailed to Newport for a refit. The boat needed a great deal of work that I
had been putting off for some time. I spent three weeks at it and sailed out of Newport October 18th. I anchored a night in
Mackeral cove, then sailed the next morning to Point Judith. The west wind was too strong to get any farther, so I anchored
up in Point Judith Pond. The following day I sailed to Fishers Island and anchored by the FIYC.
From Fishers Island
I sailed to Saybrook on the Connecticut River, and from Saybrook to Mattituck NY, a small town on the Long Island shore with
a turning basin at the end of a long winding creek. Here a nor'wester kept me bottled up till the 3rd of November, high seas
making the inlet unnavigable. Finally the wind came east and I sailed to Port Jefferson. The North wind Kept me in Port Jeff
a couple of days, but midnight of the 7th found me anchored off City Island NY, and on the 8th I sailed down the East River,
crossed New York Harbor and anchored at Great Kills Harbor on Staten Island.
I waited for a gale to pass then sailed
down the coast to Manasquan NJ. The weather was changing fast now and gales Kept me in Manasquan till the 16th. The first
fair breeze took me far as Tom's River, then down the Jersey ICW, anchoring at Long Beach, Shelter Island, Stone Harbor, and
finally Cape May on the 20th.
The weather again turned foul, and a cold northwest wind kept me in Cape May over Thanksgiving
before veering easterly for a fair wind up the Delaware. I anchored in Chesapeake City on the C&D Canal, then on the 28th
sailed down the Chesapeake, anchoring nights in the Sassafras River and Warton Creek, arriving in Annapolis on December 1.
I stayed in Annapolis two weeks reprovisioning and seeing the town. Annapolis is so pretty around Christmastime, with
brass bands playing carols on the streets and the parade of lighted boats in the harbor. I might have stayed longer, but Back
Creek where I had anchored was starting to freeze. I sailed on down the Bay, anchoring the 15th at Harris Creek, Soloman's
Island the 18th. I stayed a couple days at Soloman's and went to the Maritime Museum, which was excellent.
found me in Smith Creek, the 23rd in Reedville, and Christmas Eve I sailed up Indian Creek to the town of Kilmarnock. I waited
a day for a gale to pass, then sailed to the Piankatank River, then a long cold sail down to Hampton Roads, arriving in Phoebus
the 28th with frostbite in both feet. Fortunately it was the kind you get over, and on the 10th of January I sailed south
for the Virginia Cut, anchoring in Deep Creek, Blackwater Creek, and Lutz Creek before crossing the Abemarle in a fresh nor'easter.
I had bought a 6hp Johnson with this part of the trip in mind, and although I didn't have to use it much after all, it sure
came in handy for the drawbridges.
I anchored a night in the Alligator River, sailed through the Alligator/Pungo Canal
in very light winds, and anchored in a dense fog among the marsh grasses in the Pungo River. I anchored the 15th in Pungo
Creek, the 16th in Gale Creek, the 17th in Cedar Creek, and the 18th in Town Creek, Beaufort NC, three months out of Newport
I had intended to reprovision and head south from Beaufort, but I found the town so much to my liking and
the people so friendly that I couldn't leave. The weather was mild compared to a New England winter, and if I hadn't had to
return to Vinyard Haven to drive the launch, I think I would have stayed there forever. It was with mixed feelings that I
set sail on the 21st of March and headed up Adams Creek toward Oriental. I had decided to drive the boat hard and make good
time on the way back, but I drove a little too hard and the next afternoon the dingy broke loose and got away just south of
the Hobucken bridge. I tied up for the night at the fish dock, then sailed on up to the Pungo River, and by nightfall I tied
up to a concrete pier most of the way through the Alligator/ Pungo Canal. The next morning I sailed up the Alligator River
and crossed the Abemarle Sound in a horribly choppy sou'wester and tied up in the NC Cut, at the town of Coinjock.
25th I sailed up the VA Cut, motoring for the draws, and tied up on the Elizabeth River. I anchored in Hampton the 26th, the
Piankatank River the 28th, and Reedville the 29th. I crossed the Patomac in a half a gale northwest, thought I'd never get
out of the chop off Smith Point. I anchored in Cornfield Harbor on the other side then made Soloman's Island the 31st, and
Tilghman Island on the 1st of April.
I waited out a gale in Dun Cove, sailed through a little canal, then anchored off
Annapolis the evening of the 3rd. I sailed up the Bay and anchored for a tide off Warton Point, then sailed all night to arrive
at Cape May on the 6th. Another spell of bad weather went by, then I headed up the ICW, stopping at Sea Isle City, Shelter
Island, Potter Creek and Manasquan.
On the 17th I sailed for Great Kills, and the evening of the 19th anchored off Matinicock
Point in Long Island Sound. I stayed in Port Jefferson the night of the 20th, Mattituck the 21st, Fisher's Island the 22nd,
and arrived back in Newport on the 23, a month and two days out of Beaufort.
I stayed in Newport a couple of days, then
sailed up the Narraganset to Potter's Cove and anchored overnight. In the morning I sailed up to Mount Hope Bay and down the
Sakonnet River turned east at the old lighthouse and crossed Buzzard's Bay. I anchored for the night at Tarpolin Cove and
next morning sailed into Vinyard Haven Harbor.
It's already looking like it's going to be a busy summer, too busy to sail,
or even fix what needs fixin' on the boat. The launch closes up Labor Day, and I'll have time then to get her ready for the
Vineyard Haven Harbor
Photo by John Ring
Godfreys Bay VA
I left Vineyard Haven at dawn
on September 27 in a light wind which soon freshened so that I had to reef the main. I made Quick's Hole on the fair tide
and got halfway across Buzzard's Bay before the southwest wind shifted west and I turned back and ran for Cuttyhunk Harbor
while I had daylight. Next morning I set out in light southwesterly winds and got halfway up the Sakonnet River before the
wind shifted northeast suddenly at about 20 kts, the first breath of an ocean storm. The boat tacked well up river, the new
mainsheet arrangement seems a great success (I changed the traveller for just a padeye amidships). Nonetheless I did not make
the tide at the Stone Bridge and had to anchor. At dawn I sailed up into Mt. Hope Bay then down the Eastern Passage to Potter
Cove on Prudence Island. Anchored there three days while the wind blew to 45kts. Sailed and sculled downriver with the tide
on the morning of the 2nd, anchored Newport Harbor 1300. Provisioning and refitting.
I shifted my anchorage
a couple of times to avoid gales before leaving Narragansett Bay. I rode out a sou'wester in Potter cove and a Nor'wester
in Mackerel Cove before sailing to Point Judith on the morning of the 9th. I tried to leave the next day, but rough seas turned
me back so that I was not able to make Fisher's Island Sound untill the evening of the 12th. I anchored at New London, then
sailed to Mystic Seaport and tied up overnight. The next day I rode the easterly breeze to Old Saybrook on the Connecticut
River where fog and drizzle caused me to seek shelter at nightfall.
Sailed up the Connecticut River to
Hamburg Cove, and anchored for a SW gale. Stayed till the 18th, sailed downriver to saybrook, anchored overnight. Morning
of the 19th sailed on the first of the flood in a fresh SW wind. Long Island Sound being very choppy, I sailed south to gain
some shelter, then west as the wind shifted south, arrived at Mattituck Inlet after nightfall.
three days for a fair breeze and sailed to Port Jefferson on a mild sou'easter. Northwest gales kept me bottled up in the
harbor till the 31st, by which time I saw 15 kts southwest as a great oppertunity and tacked up the sound to Oyster Bay. The
next morning I used the same wind to get to Port Washington and anchored for a fair tide for the East River.
day brought 25 kts southwest, which was a bad wind for Hell Gate, especially with the moon tide, as I was to find out when
I foolishly tried it anyway. I made it ok, but gave myself a good shaking up. That river will earn it's reputation given half
a chance. I made Great Kills some time after dark and anchored. I set out first thing in the morning in the fog and rain,
running with a strong tide for the Sandy Hook Channel. The southeast swell against the spring ebb tide set up a wretched sea,
but once down the coast a way it flattened out and I had a nice sail as far as Manasquan Inlet, where I arrived the evening
of the 3rd. I have anchored in the Glimmerglass Pond for another storm to pass, and will sail for Barnegat Bay as soon as
I left Manasquan at dawn on the 12th, caught the last of the flood through the Point Pleasant
Canal. Very smooth ride at high water. Ran down Barnegat Bay in a fresh nor'wester under reefed main and #2 genoa. Anchored
at nightfall off Mordecai Island just north of the Beach Haven Inlet. Next morning I sailed to Great Bay and through the marshes
to Atlantic City. A drawbridge is out of order south of the city, so I have anchored in a creek on the north side of Abescon
Inlet to wait, either for the bridge to be repaired, or for a fair breeze for the outside passage to Cape May.
I left Atlantic City the morning of the 16th, southbound on the ICW. Below Margate City there is a section of Broad
Thorofare which has been closed due to shoaling, but is the only inside route with a high bridge. The current was swift, and
I was almost to the bridge when I got out of the unmarked channel and was swept up on a shoal and stranded. I was eventually
able to kedge off some hours later when the tide came in, and then had to make my way in the dark across Great Egg Harbor,
where the channel was also shoal and unmarked. I tied to a dock in Ocean City where I waited out a nor'easter, then proceded
to Sea Isle City on the morning of the 18th. The inside route has its hazards and is longer, but is especially beautiful this
time of year.
I left Sea Isle City on the morning of the 21st, and by noon was anchored in Cape May.
I had intended to stay over Thanksgiving, but the next morning there was a fair wind up the bay and I sailed at first light.
The afternoon brought a calm before sunset, so I anchored off the eastern shore south of Dyer Cove. The next morning the wind
filled in southeast and I flew upriver for a while, then drifted in a short calm spell but soon was flying along again. I
made the entrance to the C&D Canal just at dark and caught a fair tide to Chesapeake City. I anchored in the basin for
a southerly blow and departed on the morning of the 26th. The wind filled in from the northwest for a while then died away
again at sundown and I anchored in the bight outside Still Pond Creek on the eastern shore. The next morning light and variable
winds kept me guessing and trimming down to Wharton Creek, where I visited friends for a minute before the wind filled in
southeast and I fell to tacking down the bay. By mid afternoon the fog had come in and there was no horizon to be seen. At
nightfall a squall of rain and a southerly breeze complicated the navigation of the shipping lanes and the Bay Bridge, but
midnight found me sculling in a calm into the harbor at Annapolis.
I left Annapolis on the morning of
December 1st, again sculling in a calm. The wind finally came in for a while, then turned light and variable so that by sundown
I had only gotten abeam of Bloody Point Bar. I was getting hungry, so I sailed round the bar and anchored in the Eastern Bay,
made dinner and turned in. The morning brought plenty of northeast breeze and I ran down to Soloman's Island in good time,
under reefed main alone part of the trip. I anchored up Back Creek for the night and got underway in a light breeze the next
morning; but no sooner was I in the Patuxent River than I was becalmed and drifted back to my anchorage on the flood tide.
The wind is forcast to be light southwest for the next few days, so I may explore upriver tomorrow.
Blackwater Creek NC
On the morning of December 5 the wind came in light from
the southwest, a fair wind for exploring the Patuxent River. I sailed upriver as far as St. Leonard's Creek, site of the great
naval battle of 1814. The wind fell almost calm, and by the time I came to anchor in John's Creek, a couple of miles upstream,
I was sculling. This is a fairly remote location, and I was able to quietly anchor right next to a bald eagle, but it was
too dark to get a good picture. The next day the wind increased to a gale out of the south, but on the day following I was
able to ride a light westerly and the ebb tide back to Soloman's Island.
The morning of the 8th dawned grey and rainy
with half a gale northeast, which at any rate was a fair wind, if a foul day. I set out in some uncomfortable seas which by
the time I reached the Patomac had half swamped the skiff. The wind veered southeast, and I rode the flood upriver to St.
Mary's River on the northern shore. This I followed up to St. Mary's City and anchored after nightfall in Horseshoe Bend,
a nice anchorage off the college. The next day was a gale from the northwest, and I stayed at anchor and rowed ashore sightseeing
in the afternoon. No city at all, but a very nice graveyard.
The wind was still from the north on the morning of the 10th,
and I sailed downriver with the tide and around Smith Point to the mouth of the Great Wicomico River. I would usually anchor
in Reedville, but I had daylight and a fair wind upriver, so I found an anchorage a few miles in, very secluded and quiet.
The next day it rained all day, but on the morning of the 12th I had a fair wind south. I crossed the Rappahannock and
entered the mouth of the Piankatank River where there is a great natural harbor, Fishing Bay. I shifted my anchorage three
times in as many days as gales passed from the north, south and again north, this last a real hard blow that sank boats out
on the Chesapeake and had the fishermen talking for days about how rough it was.
On the 16th I sailed for Hampton, but
got becalmed off New Point Comfort at sundown. Rather than spend the night drifting around, I pulled into Davis Creek, a great
place for a small boat. Here I tied up to the municipal dock till the 19th, when a light north wind fooled me into setting
sail for Hampton again. I had barely gotten into Mobjack Bay when it came around south again. However I was by this time committed,
and I tacked down the bay toward Hampton. A squall blew up around sundown, and it got pretty rough off York Spit, but by the
time I got to the Hampton river it had calmed down somewhat and I anchored off the town dock.
After checking with the
dockmaster, I put down all three anchors and took a Greyhound north for the holiday, returning on the 2nd of January. I found
Lefty still where I left her, and on the morning of the 3rd I woke to a foot of snow on deck. Winter has caught me at last.
Soon as I am reprovisioned I will catch the first fair wind for the Dismal Swamp and points south.
Hampton on the morning of the 16th in a light northerly wind which held as far as Norfolk, then gave out. I anchored off Hospital
Point, well off the channel in water far deeper than what is shown on my chart. The next day brought southerly winds, and
I rowed ashore and walked around town, toured the battleship and the Naval History Museum. On the next morning I set the jib
and drifted on a northerly wind toward the Virginia Cut. The Dismal Swamp was closed again, so I had to go by Route 1, as
the chart has it. I only set the jib so I could get it down quick for the drawbridges, and my progress was slow. I had only
made the Great Bridge Locks by three in the afternoon, and decided to tie up to the government dock north of the swing bridge.
Today's weather is nothing good, rain and foul winds, so I am staying put.
On the 22nd I got going again
and sailed down the VA cut to the North Landing River.For the next leg I needed daylight to stay in the channel, so I anchored
up Blackwater Creek. Here I stayed two days waiting for a wind, then on the 22nd ran down to the North River. I sailed up
toward the head of the river as the evening fell and ran up on a mud bank in the dark. I was able to kedge off presently and
anchored for the night. The next day brought gales, but I was able to shift my anchorage to Broad Creek before they hit. For
the next few days the wind blew hard southwest, and on the 26th I tried sculling out to the channel to look for wind, but
there wasn't any, so I sculled back. Next day I tried the same thing with more success. A light south wind came up and I tacked
across the Pamlico Sound, arriving by moonlight on the other side. I anchored outside the Alligator River north of Long Shoal
Point. The next morning the wind started off south, but once in the river a series of squalls caused it to shift to each quarter
at random and kept me trimming sails till night fell. With the dark came a thick fog, and I made my way to an anchorage off
an island near Rattlesnake Bay. By first light the fog had cleared and I was able to sail to the entrance to the Alligator
Pungo Canal and transit that canal to arrive in the Pungo River some hours after dark. I anchored in the marsh to the north
of the channel and in the morning set sail for Belhaven, arriving early in the afternoon of the 30th. I will be here some
days reprovisioning before sailing for Beaufort.
On the morning of the 3rd I left Belhaven in a moderate northeast breeze and sailed down the Pungo to the
Pamlico River. I crossed the river and entered Goose Creek on the southern shore. The northerly winds of the previous few
days had got up a wind driven current, which swept me along the land cut at Hobucken to Gale Creek. Here, as last year I anchored
for a gale to pass, and it was a real brisk nor'wester that didn't let up for a couple of days.
At noon on the 5th I left as soon as the wind lay down enough and made a quick passage to the Neuse
River Junction, but from there the wind died away till I was ghosting at sunset past Oriental. I had intended to stop here,
but what wind there was was from the north, and I decided to run down Adams Creek and anchor for the night. Next morning I
got under sail early, but was soon sculling down the creek with the current, and making good time. When the creek opened up
above Beaufort, the wind came southwest, but I was able to set sail and make Town Creek on a close reach.
Beaufort is again my southern terminus, I have arrived dead broke as usual. I have taken a job at a
local shipyard, repairing steel boats and packing fish, mostly flounder when they come in. I am paid partly in money, partly
in flounder, so that Beaufort is again for me something like heaven. I will stay here as late as possible this year before
heading north for the summer season.
I certainly did stay a while in Beaufort. All my friends were there, and I fell into that comfortable routine
of the south, lazy days and easy nights. Breakfast was at the Royal James, where Kimberlin, the owner, would open up a little
early for the regulars. Some of the old timers would be there having an egg sandwich and a beer, but as a rule I don't drink
at breakfast. Brendan and Zack, Sarah Joe and Clammer Bob, various others would come around, and we'd make plans for the day.
We could sail around the creek or the bay, play chess or guitars on Brendan's boat Hard Rock, head over to Nasty Harbor and
build things out of junk at Zacks shop. I started building sails with Lars Bergstrom, and learned a real lot from him, not
only about sails, but also how to bed windows real nice so they don't leak, how to do nonskid on the decks, and the sort of
general approach to yacht finish rather than the rough workboat finish I had been doing.
Spring faded into summer, and I spent the nights drinking at the Backstreet Bar with Liz, the proprietor,
who was one of my closest friends in town, as well as the owner of the best bar in town. Sometimes we'd slide on over to the
Dockside for some liquor, and even out to the Handlebar, which was the real wild place. Brendan and I played some gigs at
Liz's place, sometimes with Sarah Joe on guitar and singing, sometimes with the local kids on bongo drums. Liz was the moving
force behind the Beaufort Music Festival, and did a great job getting everything organized.
Besides working for Lars, I was working for Tim Peregoy Towing and Salvage, repairing some deisels that
had gotten sunk; I also worked for Ted and Tod's Shipyard doing welders helper work. I worked repairing a steel dive boat
for the people that discovered the Queen Anne's Revenge, Blackbeard's old flagship, sunk off the beach at Moorhead City. Treasure
Hunters are crazyer than showbiz people even, but the two brothers who were doing the welding were solid, good people. Zack
and I did that job, and we had a real good time at it.
I deciced to haul Lefty and do some repairs. The yard bills at Ted and Tod's were cheaper than parking a
car on Martha's Vineyard, and they had treated Brendan very well when he hauled Hard Rock, so he gave them a good reference.
The yard could hardly have been more perfect for my purposes. Free advice was to be had in abundance, and the use of power
tools belonging to the yard. I began a big job of tearing out the old repairs I had done when I first got Lefty, and grinding
out the gell coat blisters that had formed in the three or four years since I'd had her hauled. I also noticed she needed
a new rudder post, so had that off and replaced while I was at it.
I figured I was two weeks away from launching her, but I figured wrong. On the spur of the moment I hopped
a bus north to visit my mom, and while there began a project which was to prove the most challenging of my life. I decided
to start a family.
Update: April 2005
I had sold Lefty to my friend Brendan when I left Beaufort. I had finished the repairs
on the hull, the storm damage on the starboard side and some blisters on the port. Brendan rebuilt the rudder, replaced the
balsa cored deck with glass, and painted her red. The plan was to bring her north to Maine and give her to his dad for a retirement
present. His dad had worked for Cape Dory for many years and now works at Robinhood, where Lefty will be fully restored and
given a new interior.
The big challenge now was to have her delivered. Several trucking companies having
proved unreliable, Brendan decided to drive down, buy a trailer, and haul her back himself. I figured he might need a hand,
so I went too. We met up at Traditional Boatworks in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, and drove through the night, arriving
in Beaufort the next day.
We found a used trailer out on Harkers Island, got a bunch of lumber, and built a
cradle. We motored out to the bouy which marked the anchors she had ridden out hurricane Isabelle on, and spent an afternoon
in retrieving them. We used the anchor rode to lash her firmly to the trailer. All this took several days. Nothing happens
real fast in the south.
We finally got back on the road, and again rolled on through the night, stopping
frequently to grease the bearings on the trailer. The trip back was accomplished without incident. We had taken no chances
in building the cradle; we made it about as strong as we could, on the model of the old marine railways, all braced up and
through bolted. In a thousand miles of highways and back roads it didn't budge an inch.
So Lefty has come to her next owner, a good home if there ever was one. If she has
any more adventures, I won't be the one to write them, but I will try to get some pictures posted when the renovation is complete
and she is back in the water.
Prettiest of all the Cape Dorys, the CD25
George Stadel was a great yacht designer, and
the Cape Dory 25 is a fine example of a great yacht. My Lefty is certainly everything I could ask for, and you don't have
to take my word for it, you can ask anybody who owns one, she's a great little boat. I have talked to a couple of people who
own Greenwich 24s and they say the same. If one great boat is enough to make a great designer, and I would say it is, how
about all those Egg Harbors and the beautiful wooden boats he designed? I doubt he would even have considered the Greenwich
a major work. Nonetheless I have been unable to find much biographical material about Mr. Stadel and have had to put this
article together from what few sources I could gather.
In Woodenboat Magazine #47, John Gardner describes him as the last
of his generation of east coast naval architects and yacht designers. He was a close friend and collaborator of Howard Chapelle,
who credits him in several of his books on the history of sailing vessels. He knew McManus, the Boston designer of Gloucester
fishing schooners, Francis Herreshoff, William Hand, C.G. Davis, Dwight Simpson, MacGregor and the Stevenses of Tancook Island
I have it from Roger Cumming, who has collected material for a book on Mr. Stadel, that he was born in Ohio
and came to Boston to build boats. He could build a small boat entirely by himself in a week, getting out all the parts, assembling
and finishing. He knew more than anybody about rigging and didn't care for modern sailboats. He was a traditionalist and mostly
designed wooden boats, although some of his designs have been immortalized in glass.
He had a good business as a marine
surveyer on the Connecticut shore, where he was admired, respected and loved by the boating public. He had a terrific collection
of model boats and some of Chapelle's drawing instruments. Two of his sons followed him into the trade of naval architecture.
I have high hopes that Mr. Cumming will write and publish his book on Stadel's designs, and I am hoping for further correspondence
from Allied Boat Company historian Daniel Smith who says he has some comments by Stadel on the Greenwich, which I would love
to see. Untill then, this is all the information I have on this great yacht designer. If anybody knows any additional information
or finds that I have gotten some of this all wrong, please write me at the email address on the home page.
I have recieved a package of information from Daniel Smith including a copy of a letter from Mr. Stadel in his
own handwriting. In this letter, a reply to an inquiry as to why the boat might be found tender in a fresh breeze, the designer
explains that "the boat was rigged for Long Island Sound weather, in other words moderate breezes, however she has a hull
which can be ballasted to float deeper and still sail well... the idea is to get the turn of the bilges in the water" He reccommends
adding four or five hundred pounds of lead low down in the bilge, as well as using reef points.
A comparison of the specs
of the G24 and the CD25 shows that Cape Dory added 200 lbs of lead when they modified the boat, although with the hull lengthened
half a foot, and with an additional 40 sq ft of sail, this seems to me conservative. Loaded for cruising, however, my Lefty
is as stiff as could be desired, as long as I reef in good time.
Mr. Stadel adds: "These boats are also very touchy when
it comes to fore and aft trim, they should be trimmed about 1 1/2 inches by the bow when no one is aboard."
Allied Greenwich 24
Photo by Doug Doubleday
|s/v Sarah Belle, Pearson Triton hull #157
|s/v Lefty, Cape Dory 25 hull #4