<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196867211123704660</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:37:23.191-05:00</updated><category term='der PeLiKan'/><title type='text'>Skipper's Log, Sea Scout Ship 7916</title><subtitle type='html'>by Shay Seaborne, Skipper of Sea Scout Ship 7916, Occoquan VA</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipper7916.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196867211123704660/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipper7916.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shay Seaborne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q27h4K06LIg/R-5Ag6J4MgI/AAAAAAAAAsc/tg3To9QCb6w/S220/Stella+Maris.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196867211123704660.post-962538523246658743</id><published>2011-03-10T16:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T00:10:19.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blog is Closed</title><content type='html'>I have streamlined my blogs by consolidating them into a single location. This blog is closed and will soon be shut down, but you can read my &lt;a href="http://www.synergyfield.com/?s=Sea+Scouts"&gt;posts about Sea Scouting&lt;/a&gt; at my main blog, &lt;a href="http://www.synergyfield.com/"&gt;www.SynergyField.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196867211123704660-962538523246658743?l=skipper7916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipper7916.blogspot.com/feeds/962538523246658743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196867211123704660&amp;postID=962538523246658743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196867211123704660/posts/default/962538523246658743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196867211123704660/posts/default/962538523246658743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipper7916.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-blog-is-closing.html' title='This Blog is Closed'/><author><name>Shay Seaborne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q27h4K06LIg/R-5Ag6J4MgI/AAAAAAAAAsc/tg3To9QCb6w/S220/Stella+Maris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196867211123704660.post-1287627758031617338</id><published>2010-06-22T10:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T11:44:24.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Skipper's Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I spent the past four days aboard the Sea Scout Training Vessel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;der PeLiKan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, the Morgan 46 ketch that serves as the centerpiece of the Chesapeake Flotilla's training program. Our crew consisted of Commodore Doug Yeckley and two of his scouts from Ship 548, named Brenda and Becky; Keith, a former Sea Scout turned an adult leader, from Ship 548; scouts Rebecca and Emily from my own ship, and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We prepared the boat for her recommissioning cruise and headed out of Baltimore around 1700 (5pm for you landlubbers). With wind comin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;g from the south--the direction of our travel--we had no opportunity to sail, so we motored along.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heading into the channel at Kent Narrows after darkness fell, we felt our keel bump the bottom a couple of times. I'm still amazed at how well the crew can feel even a little bump, especially on a vessel of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;der PeLiKan's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; size.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our vessel arrived at the drawbridge at 2108 (that's 9:08pm for you landlubbers), and discovered that we had missed the last draw of the day by 8 minutes. (That's 8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;crumby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; minutes for you landlubbers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our options were to go around Kent Island, which would have us motor through the nig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ht, or spend the night anchored by the bridge, then pass through when the operators returned in the morning. We opted for the latter, set anchor, chatted for a while, then hit our bunks. Finding the cockpit seat pads too hard for my taste, I slept in my customary bunk in the passageway beside the engine room. Little did I know it would be one of the worst nights I've had in months. Oh, the nightmare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Normally, I sleep very well when I'm aboard a boat, even though I remain in tune with the environment, and wake briefly when the wind shifts or another significant change occurs. When I do wake, I note the change, then close my eyes, think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm on a boat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, and smile myself back to sleep. Not this night!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the bridge looming nearby, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; dreamed that the anchor slipped and the tide was pushing us rapidly toward the bridge. Alarmed, I woke, swinging out of my bunk and up the ladder to check. Having left my glasses at the bunk, I squinted into the night, finding a point on land to fix my gaze, using it to gauge whether we were actually drifting. Relief! No, no drifting. The anchor was holding, even in the strong current and breeze. However, the dream had sparked my concern. What if the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q27h4K06LIg/TCDXNFMG5aI/AAAAAAAAIGA/f-j1vd8Tfps/s1600/P1050081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q27h4K06LIg/TCDXNFMG5aI/AAAAAAAAIGA/f-j1vd8Tfps/s200/P1050081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485620965868496290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anchor were slipping? What would I do? Would I be able to start the engine and drive the boat to safety while rousing the crew for assistance? I decided I would, and I went back down to my bunk to fall asleep...and have another dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groups of picnickers dotted a steep, sunny bank next to the water. They were watching us as...suddenly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; der PeLiKan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; sank into the mud up to the top of her keel. It was as if she had been pushed into the mud by two great hands from the sky. The people on shore were pointing and laughing at the grounded vessel and those who were supposed to be in charge of her. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke in alarm a second time, and, again, went above to check that nothing was wrong. Red Eye's bar had shut down for the night, and all was quiet, save the hum of traffic crossing that nearby bridge. Back down to my bunk, where I fell asleep...and had another dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Commodore Yeckley was at the wheel, with engine in full reverse and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;der PeLiKan's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; bow jutting over the edge of the waterfall! I couldn't understand why she wasn't backing up, so I looked around for the problem. When I spotted it, I yelled back to the helm, "There's a line from her bow to the other side of the waterfall!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As silly as that scenario was, I woke a third time, and again checked to make sure the boat wasn't in danger. My fourth waking of the night occurred when the boat swung as strong tide changed, and once more, I went above, just to check. No more nightmares, though. Thank goodness. It seems the Kent Narrows Drawbridge Fever had broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; In the morning, we readied the boat, the drawbridge lifted, the Commodore piloted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;der PeLiKan &lt;/span&gt;through the channel and we went on to St. Michael's without incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196867211123704660-1287627758031617338?l=skipper7916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipper7916.blogspot.com/feeds/1287627758031617338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196867211123704660&amp;postID=1287627758031617338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196867211123704660/posts/default/1287627758031617338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196867211123704660/posts/default/1287627758031617338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipper7916.blogspot.com/2010/06/skippers-nightmare.html' title='A Skipper&apos;s Nightmare'/><author><name>Shay Seaborne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q27h4K06LIg/R-5Ag6J4MgI/AAAAAAAAAsc/tg3To9QCb6w/S220/Stella+Maris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q27h4K06LIg/TCDXNFMG5aI/AAAAAAAAIGA/f-j1vd8Tfps/s72-c/P1050081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196867211123704660.post-8384638165392982096</id><published>2009-12-01T20:40:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:20:24.725-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='der PeLiKan'/><title type='text'>Ship 7916 Spearheads Drive to Save Regional Training Vessel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the Chesapeake Flotilla's Sea Scout training vessel was taken out of commission due to the need for extensive repairs, Ship 7916 swung into action, initiating the "Save &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;der PeLiKan&lt;/span&gt;" campaign. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Der PeLiKan&lt;/span&gt;, a 46’ Morgan ketch, is used by hundreds of youth and adults for training that includes piloting, long cruises, weekend training cruises, and advanced leadership courses. The vessel cannot be sailed again until the main mast and standing rigging is replaced, and repairs will cost approximately $20,000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The boat is owned by Friends of Sea Scouts of Maryland, Inc., a non-profit foundation that received &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;der PeLiKan&lt;/span&gt; as a donation from Claire Kennedy, an elderly woman who wanted her boat to give special opportunities to young people. This marks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;der PeLiKan&lt;/span&gt;'s 11th year of service to Sea Scouts from across the country, providing sailing experience and leadership opportunities to nearly 800 youth.     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Der PeLiKan&lt;/span&gt;, the centerpiece of the Chesapeake Flotilla's training program, is used for both adult and youth courses that include Sea Scout Prepared Afloat Meals (SPAM), Sea Scout Advanced Leadership (SEAL), Seabadge Underway, piloting courses, long cruises, and weekend training cruises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;der PeLiKan&lt;/span&gt; is in winter storage in Baltimore, MD. Captain Steve Nichols has investigated many different approaches to making &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;der PeLiKan&lt;/span&gt; operational. He determined that the best course is to order a new mast from a firm in North Carolina, and have it installed in Maryland. It will take 3-4 months for the mast to be made, and another month for installation.     Raising $20,000 in a few months is a tall order, and Ship 7916 "Blue Heron," of Occoquan, VA has responded to the challenge in a variety of ways: holding a car wash, dedicating proceeds from the NCAC Halloween party it hosted, taking donations as reservation holders for a Boating Virginia course, and invited friends, family, acquaintances and associates to contribute. In addition, the ship is working with &lt;a href="http://www.patriotscuba.com"&gt;Patriot Scuba&lt;/a&gt;, also of Occoquan, to host a "Discover Scuba Diving" class, from which half the proceeds will go toward the repair fund.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other ships in the region—and beyond—have also contributed to the fund. S1009, Bowie, donated $1,270 in individual and ship contributions. George Crowl, Skipper of S1996, Houston, TX, contributed $100, because one of his scouts "had an excellent SEAL experience" aboard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;der PeLiKan&lt;/span&gt;." Many donations have come in smaller denominations, of $50, $25 and even $10, and each of these is a valuable contribution.     “Our ship knows how important &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;der PeLiKan&lt;/span&gt; is and we are anxious to see completion of the repairs,” noted Shay Seaborne, the Skipper of Ship 7916. "If the boat is not back in commission by spring, dozens of scouts will miss out, and their adult leaders will lack of valuable onboard training," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fund has just passed the $8,000 mark, with $12,000 more needed by spring.     To help with your donation of any size, visit &lt;a href="http://www.derPeLiKan.org"&gt;www.derPeLiKan.org&lt;/a&gt;. Donations are accepted by PayPal or by checks made out to "Friends of Sea Scouts of Maryland" with the notation "repair fund" and sent to Friends of Sea Scouts of Maryland, 1426 Crabhouse Rd., Lusby, MD 20657.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;[A modified version of this article was published in the December 1, 2009 edition of the News &amp;amp; Messenger.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196867211123704660-8384638165392982096?l=skipper7916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipper7916.blogspot.com/feeds/8384638165392982096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196867211123704660&amp;postID=8384638165392982096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196867211123704660/posts/default/8384638165392982096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196867211123704660/posts/default/8384638165392982096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipper7916.blogspot.com/2009/12/ship-7916-spearheads-drive-to-save.html' title='Ship 7916 Spearheads Drive to Save Regional Training Vessel'/><author><name>Shay Seaborne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q27h4K06LIg/R-5Ag6J4MgI/AAAAAAAAAsc/tg3To9QCb6w/S220/Stella+Maris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
