Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Commodore's Chat - April 2018

Commodore's Chat
April 2018
It's April!  Finally, and Spring has Sprung. It's also time for my April Chat.  So here goes, brief and to the point:
What's Old?
Well, the cruise out to Grindstone Joe's is finally behind us, after being postponed on reports from that place's caretaker that wind, rain and generally stormy weather was making for a less than hospitable place for our cruisers on the scheduled dates. So, Cruise Director Gary Page got to work and pulled off a flawless postponement for one week.  Right into Easter(!) but there were few complaining.  However, the shift knocked the Christopher's, me, of course included, out due to conflicts.  Nevertheless, we saw six boats and 14 CIYCers show up for the entire 3-day Easter weekend cruise out and two more boats with another 4 CIYC’ers cruised in for Saturday time. For the sake of simplicity, I'll only name the final couple who made up the full 18-person roster for the weekend, David and Helen Oates.  Why them you ask?  Because their commitment to this event was extraordinary. First, they were scheduled to come on the Lyman's Happy Clown and were half way to the Bay Area from their new home in Oak Harbor, Washington, when the weather warning came up. Then, they completely changed plans, visited family and friends (in Fresno) and managed to drive into Grindstone Joe's a week later while on the return trip home to Puget Sound, winning the Longest Distance Travelled award for sure.
I hear that new Entertainment Director Janice Page scored a winner with her leisurely Sip and Draw Saturday afternoon activity, making artists of a sort of some of our members.  It is only right that the winner based, on impartial judging, was Joel Curtis-Brown (a real deal artist for sure.)  Runners up included Collette Curtis-Brown, Jackie Maguire and Gary Page.

What's New?
Plans have been laid for two additional cruise outs this year, to the Discovery Bay area.  Watch this space for details.  Second, we have been asked for a membership application by Rich Parks, a long-time member who now cruises his and his friend Josie's 46' Sea Ray and is looking to join in our fun.  We look forward to seeing them active in our cruise outs. Finally, some progress was made in setting up our new Pay Pal system, but not without a big hassle. More information to come at our spring General Meeting. I am happy to see that many of our members have been active on the CIYC Facebook Page. Jack DiBartolo did a whole post on “Name that Boat”. It featured old boats of current CIYC members, Including; ‘About-Time’, ‘Amica’, ‘Delta Moon’, ‘Nymph’, ‘Riptide’ and ‘Cuvee’. I believe Betty Griffith won that round for most boats guessed correctly! Gary Page has even posted pictures of Sam Martini Wine. Does anyone else remember those days?

What's Next?
The Windmill Cove cruise out is just around the corner.  You have all received a flyer by email and you will hear from Cruise Director Ted Lyman about other details like berthing and RV parking shortly.  Don't forget, we will have our Spring General Meeting on Saturday April 14th.  Come hear reports from your officers on all the plans for the rest of 2018.  You will also soon hear from Ted about the cruise out that follows Windmill Cove, to Delta Yacht Club--another special place making it three cool cruises in five weeks.  That will be April 27-29 so it will be reported on in my next Chat.  I hope to see you all in April and to Chat with you in early May.

Christine Christopher

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Commodore's Chat - March 2018

Ahoy Caliente Cruisers-- 

I am kicking off Caliente Isle Yacht Club’s new monthly e-Newsletter, the “Commodore’s Chat”, which will be emailed to you the first week of each month after this inaugural issue. The purpose of the Commodore’s Chat is to provide our membership with a summary of pertinent club information -- concise and to the point. The Commodore’s Chat will also be posted on the CIYC website at www.ciyc.org under the “Blog" tab.

Please let me know what you think of this step to improve club communications.

What’s Old? 

The annual Commodore’s Ball was held on January 20th at Buon Appitito in Oakley. We had 49 club members and guests in attendance. I believe that all enjoyed the food and drink, the awards program and the dancing that followed.

What’s New? 

The Board of Directors held its first meeting of the year at the Rusty Porthole on March 10th . The meeting’s highlights include:

Treasurer’s Report—Our Treasurer sees a sound picture for the year. Many details were in his written report, passed out at the meeting.

Fleet Captain’s Report—We have added a cruise out on April 13-15 to Windmill Cove, details to follow. In addition to those shown on the calendar, a couple more cruise outs are shaping up including to the Discovery Bay cruising areas for June and October. And, jumping way ahead, details on the 34th Annual Down Bay Cruise Out are coming into focus starting on September 21st at Rusty Porthole on Bethel Island. We will be departing from there the following day to Benicia YC (1 night), San Rafael YC (2 nights), Alameda’s Ballena Bay (1 night), and wrapping up with 4 nights at SF’s South Beach Harbor where a few planned activities will mix with general relaxation and the excitement of everybody’s favorite City. We will head back to home ports on September 30th. Expect to see many more details on all cruise outs this year (follow the club calendar at www.ciyc.org).

Membership Report—Understandably, we lost 3 members for 2018 due to moves, sold boats, etc. But we’ve already added one new membership (former members, Bob and Charlene Pearce, both Past Commodores). Regrettably, we have 2 two memberships that are still being bugged to pay up!! Overall, we have 47 members as we start 2018, 6 of which are Lifetime Members.

New Business:

➢ On a unanimous vote, Gary Page will immediately step into the open Vice Commodore position from his Rear Commodore position. Diane Shoff will serve as interim Rear Commodore for 2018, pending our filling that position. Note: Gary is full of ideas. Hang on!

➢ We will be testing two new payment systems over the next several months, Square Cash for new member applications and PayPal for other payments. Details to follow. Hoping to have PayPal up and running for our cruise out to Windmill Cove!

➢ Steps have already been taken to get our Facebook page more fully developed. If you aren’t following our FB page, I urge you to go to the Caliente Isle Yacht Club page and follow us. We will be posting updates, photos, cruise out invites and even the Commodores Chat on there!

➢ Kim Sechler has asked to step out of the Entertainment Director position, in favor of staying active in the Ship’s ‘s Store position with husband Mark. Look for news on a new Entertainment Director.

➢ Final Note: We need you! Please step up to serve as a Cruise Director. The job is easy, a little communication, some coordination and that’s about it.

Upcoming Events? Mark your calendar

➢ March 23-25 – Cruise-out to Grindstone Joes This place offers a unique, very pretty setting off of Little Potato Slough with lots of decks for lounging on and grass for playing on and good docks with power. Contact me soon if you want to cruise out with us.

➢ April 13-15 – Cruise-out to Windmill Cove. The Save the date just went out, but look for more details in my next "Chat"

➢ April 27-29 – Cruise-out to Delta Yacht Club, many more details in my next "Chat"

➢ May 25-28 – Cruise-out to Stockton Yacht Club … Memorial Day Weekend

Signing off for this month,

CIYC 2018 Commodore
Christine Christopher
(925) 922-1106

Thursday, November 30, 2017

CIYC's Ultimate Character!

A Last 50th Anniversary Memory of One of
CIYC’s Ultimate Characters

Number 12 of 12
When the Board of Directors got into the planning details for our club’s 50th anniversary year, I offered to write up some personal memories of certain personalities who have passed through the club’s membership. We have been members of Caliente Isle Yacht Club for going on 40 years now so we’ve experienced or observed them all--several real winners, a couple of losers for sure but more than a few truly odd characters. So, I figured that I’d have no trouble if I volunteered an amateurish effort to write up one of these stories for each month of our anniversary year. Thanks for the positive feedback.

If you haven’t been paying attention, you can see eleven stories already on file at www.ciyc.org (go the “Blog” tab.)  December is now upon us, thus here is story Number 12 of 12.  It is of a CIYCer I knew well, indeed very well, because he was my late father-in-law -- and a real piece of work.  Meet Fred Shaw, who with his wife, Jo, joined CIYC back in the 1960's.

As some of you know, I met JoAnne in elementary school. I was an older man at the time, actually just a ten year old traffic boy but I’m pretty sure she just couldn’t resist my official looking sweater, whistle and cap and no doubt the snappy way I slung my STOP sign into traffic for her.  Of course, she has strong memories of this older guy.  But I don’t have much memory of that particular little girl in my cross walk every morning and afternoon. We didn’t get together for another 11 years, eventually marrying 50 years ago, in 1968.

Early Encounters
The day after we decided to get married, I thought it best to ask her father if taking his daughter off his and his wife’s payroll was all right with him (ok, she was working at the time), he being of that generation where asking a father’s permission to take a daughter’s hand in marriage was expected. I found him where he could be found every Saturday morning, working on his old boat docked at the Oakland Yacht Club on The Estuary.  We knew each other of course, he being the one who gave me “the look” every time I came to the door to fetch my date over the preceding two or so years.  He was aloof as ever and after building up my nerve, I managed to mention my intentions.  He immediately asked me if I had ever noticed the ladder stored under JoAnne’s bedroom window.  I pretty much missed his drift, till he said “I put that there to make it easier for you two to elope.”  His humor was really dry and he didn’t smile much so I said something dumb like “We were actually hoping that you would pay for a wedding.”  After some quick mental math, and another long look at me, he was okay with that idea and we got along quite well from then on.

Fred was always working on his boat, mostly because it was built in 1948 and thus made of what became very old and sometimes rotten wood of the kind needing constant work. JoAnne says the boat started out 28’ long but at some point Fred wanted it longer. So he commissioned some guy who hung out on the docks to design a cockpit extension of about four feet. He then went about finding the wood needed for the extension.  All he could come up with were a bunch of boards that were 6’ long. Instead of cutting the long boards, leaving shorter boards as scrap, he told the boat yard to ignore the careful plans he had paid for and to go ahead and make the boat 34’ long rather than the 32’ in the drawings. Did I mention that Fred was frugal?  The result, as you might imagine, was a boat 8’ wide and 34’ feet long. You could say it was shaped like an arrow.  He was lucky that thing never tipped over during those summer afternoon winds on the Bay and Delta that we all know about.

It did sink once, however, near San Rafael and with JoAnne and her mom and their dog on board. Mom had gone down below to get something about the time they were going under the Richmond-San Rafael Bridge, then under construction.  She quickly came back up, telling Fred that the boat was sinking. Fred, a highly opinionated and bossy type, just shook his head and told his wife that she was crazy. “Take the helm” he said in that disgusted tone reserved for old school husbands. When he returned, he meekly said to her “you and kid better start bailing.” Sure enough, they were sinking pretty fast as a plank below the water line was missing something. That situation had them stranded on the mud in San Rafael much of one night, with the lasting result that JoAnne has never, and will never voyage out the Golden Gate or anyplace else that doesn’t have nearby mud to settle a boat into unless she is on a ship the size of the Queen Mary.

Fred was known around the club for his various oddities--extreme frugality being at the top of the list—as in really cheap.  Fred’s boat was the only one in Caliente Harbor that was heated by a wood stove. No electric heaters for him. He generally found the wood for his tiny wood burner in Sam’s wood pile.  Because it was scrap, in addition to short bits of 2x4s and the like, this wood often consisted of nasty old stuff, like busted up pilings which were made even nastier because pilings are generally soaked in creosote, as we would say today “a known carcinogen.”  In the dead of winter, when it can be really still in the Delta, Fred would fire up his wood stove and sit inside nice and toasty. Outside however, were all of his neighbors who could barely find their boats for the cough inducing and eye-watering, low-lying smoke wafting throughout the harbor.  He is lucky he wasn’t arrested by some kind of environmental police but at that time we were all breathing carcinogens all the time, which probably answers lots of questions.

Fred was also known to take a drink now and again, as in hourly when off duty. His habit wasn’t so unusual around the club because back then Caliente was pretty much known far and wide as a drinking club with a boating problem. In fact, most yacht clubs were seen this way. Our parties, even up to recent times, were made all the wilder by really cheap booze. Fred wasn’t the only old timer who threatened to quit when the Board voted to raise drink prices by as little as 25 cents, time and again. The old timers won those battles year after year and even up to a few years ago, our bar sold drinks for $2 and beers for a buck. One visiting club Commodore, when standing in front of all to thank us for our hospitality couldn’t help but remark “the reason I love coming to Caliente so much is that I can drink here for less than on my boat!”  It is no wonder that Fred and his boating buddies pretty much always had a drink in their hand when not at the wheel (wink, wink.)

As he got into his 70's, there came a time when working on that old boat all of the time wasn’t working for Fred. After 40 years of doing his own maintenance he actually contracted some work out to a boat yard—to a friend of his who owned the old Hunter boatyard up in Suisun City.  There was some kind of incident involving the yard’s lift.  The friendship pretty much ended when the guy somehow managed to drop the boat while trying to re-launch it.  I’m sure Fred took his friend’s apologies in the spirit in which they were offered, but at the time he probably didn’t know that something fundamental happened when the boat fell off the lift and onto something very hard. A serious leak developed that Fred and other real experts couldn’t find.  Having a boat that leaked all the time was a tipping point for Fred—he had been talking about it for a while, but now it was time to find the old girl a new home.  He tried to sell it, but no go. It was leaking, slowly to be sure, but the near constant stream out of side of the hull when the boat was under way was pretty much of a turn off for otherwise interested buyers.  He then tried other means to get rid of the boat. Finally, the only buyer in line wasn’t a person with real money. Instead, it was a local Sea Scout outfit that took it off his hands for a $1.

Jolly JoAnne
Fred’s boat, the Jolly JoAnne (of course), was probably soon sold for peanuts by those Sea Scouts but it did seem to knock around the Delta for a few years after some kind of transaction. We once saw it on False River, looking reasonably good, sort of restored by someone.  But the next time we saw it, 25 years ago, it was in one of those horrible harbors west of Pittsburg, listing badly, looking sad and resting in mud again which must have felt familiar to that old woody from the San Rafael incident. The last time we saw it was in 1998 at Vierra's boatyard on the Sacramento River -- and it was still floating!

Fred passed away in 1996.  Unfortunately, he had dementia and was bed-ridden at the time. We would visit him regularly and every now and then he would grab something nearby, look me in the eye and say clearly “did you feel that?”  I thought it best to put my head where his head often was and say “yep, you’re right Fred, the ship just rolled.”  Being an active boater for something like 70 years, his smile told us he liked that because there can be no doubt that he was a boater to the end--and a true Caliente Character.

Happy 50th CIYC!  You've turned out some real beauts.

 Ted Lyman

Thursday, November 9, 2017

Random Recollections of Caliente Characters

Random Recollections of Caliente Characters

Here we have a guy with the unusual last name of Hamburger. He had a first name of course, Bob. But why would anyone with a cool last name like Hamburger want to be referred to by such a plain first name as Bob--and so it is in this story, simply “Hamburger.”
That his last name was Hamburger really has nothing to do with the fact that he was a character. Instead, he was a character because of his boating habits. While most of us were regular users of our boats in the normal way of cruising--long weekends at anchor and the like, this guy only rarely took his big houseboat out in this way. Instead, he was remembered mostly for his after party midnight jaunts.

Club old timers will attest that we had super parties every month at our old clubhouse on Bethel Island’s Taylor Slough. And more often than not, these parties would  have been truly memorable if not for all the fun imbibing at the bar, making them, in fact, somewhat unmemorable.  Generally when the bar closed, often in the midnight to 1 AM hour, almost all of us would do the only thing we could. We would go to bed.  

Not Hamburger. A closing bar wasn’t going to stop him from going boating. Now, it is not remembered that he was a big drinker, or worse (we had a few of those.)  So while he would often start his weekend boating fun at midnight after the bar closed, it is not to say that he was seriously impaired---just that his night hadn’t ended yet and he had self-confidence running in his veins. This was no doubt the reason he was the top exec at a big Silicon Valley defense company building Trident submarine missiles, suggesting recognition of his self confidence at the highest levels.  And this confidence naturally led him to think nothing of rounding up all the remaining people sitting at the bar at closing time for his signature event, a “midnight run.”

As the bar was closing, he would loudly announce that his boat would be fired up shortly and that everybody should just bring their remaining drinks on board and keep what was left of the party going—never mind that the real party had ended much earlier. It was always a boisterous departure.  Ninety percent of our party goers were long in their bunks when Hamburger’s extremely loud Nautaline houseboat fired up. The remaining 10% were getting their second wind, in part by chanting at the top of their lungs “midnight  run, midnight run” as they charged out of the clubhouse and onto Hamburger’s now roaring boat.  Off they went down the fairway with an exhaust note like an offshore racer and out onto pitch black Taylor Slough, waking even the heaviest party goers.

In the morning, we would ask those midnight runners where exactly they went at midnight. Most had no idea. But it seems that Hamburger had a favorite turnaround place near the False River ferry slip. Being competent and not fully impaired, he would slowly turn his boat around in a wide arc without fanfare and being that it was dark and his passengers were, in fact impaired, surprise all when he slipped the whole affair back into his berth. Slipping back into his berth was known to be an especially remarkable feat on the part of this captain because Hamburger was very proud of his seamanship.  Before entering the slip, he would suddenly yell “don’t touch anything” at all of those on the boat who could still comprehend such orders. And sure enough, that 15’x43’ behemoth would always glide into its berth, in the pitch black and with a captain surely tired, if not just a bit impaired. His goal was to not touch either side of the only slightly wider opening. This he did time and again—with cheers coming from all that could.

Hamburger became Commodore in 1983. CIYC would have had a quite successful year under his tutelage but he had the misfortune of dying part way through his term. Had he not died, his year could have been capped with headlines in the local rag of the worst kind as in “Midnight Boaters Wrecked at CIYC.” But it was all a part of the fun.  As a Caliente Character, Bob Hamburger was right in there with all the others, truly memorable.