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From Adams to Zantzinter
People who are unhappy here and go some- where else are usually unhappy there, too. It's a thing from within. I don't think anybody can escape from themselves. People who complain about dragging off to the office every day, would complain somewhere else about the heat.(1) JEAN-CHARLES TAUPIN, FORMER HONORABLE SECRETARY OF the esoteric Slocum Society, and perennially frustrated editor of its infrequent publication, The Spray, once gently chided the stoic small-boat adventurers of the world for the maddening lack of news of their whereabouts. Now, there are two kinds of sailors who hose the deck with a sense of relief when land drops behind the horizon the Loners and the Sharers. Some singlehanders are Sharers and some families are Loners. Born and brought up to a world they have not created, they have turned in- ward and out to a new world of their own, a world which had to be and which each one alone recognized. Physically they appear here, reappear there, and disappear for long periods of time. They do not know, nor care, who follows in their wake. The Sharers have remained open to the world of their fellow men. They have found a measure of peace and want to share their discovery with kindred minds. ~ 339 ~ But both are headaches to the editor of The Spray. The Loners can only be caught by accident and what a tale they usually have! The Sharers are all ready to share, but preferably over a bottle of rum in some quiet harbor, not over a typewriter, pounding out a written message to a distant and somewhat anonymous organization. (2) In the closing years of the nineteenth century, when Captain Joshua Slocum, "born in the breezes, and cast up from old ocean," hewed the new Spray out of solid New England pasture oak, and sailed into immortality, the world had not yet experienced the two "world wars," nuclear power, or even air travel, to say nothing of a man walking on the surface of the moon and sending back via tele- vision such poignant messages as, "One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind." Although Slocum's circumnavigation alone in Spray is regarded as the first small step for the anonymous seagoing rebels of the world, it was also a giant leap toward acceptance of world cruising in small boats. Everywhere that Slocum went, he was welcomed warmly, not only because of his own innate Yankee charm and intelligence, but because he became a symbol of all the restless urgings of all men everywhere. The hundreds and perhaps thousands who have circumnavigated since Slocum profited by this acceptance, whether they meant to or not, and not a few exploited it to their own advantage. It is significant that, where Slocum was received cordially, more recent circumnavi- gators such as Richard Zantzinger on the Molly Brown, seventy-five years later, found the welcome mat ripped up and shredded. Zant- zinger reported how, arriving at the gentle family autocracy of Keeling-Cocos, he was warned by a cable station attendant, who rowed out to meet him, not to anchor over in the family lagoon. In Slocum's time, the good captain noted in his log how he was held there from departing by the kpeting, the legendary crab of the chil- dren's tales. Even in Durban, that fantastically hospitable port for world wanderers, harbor restrictions and red tape have taken over, and even that long-time local greeter, Dr. Hamish Campbell, in a recent letter, told how he no longer could find time to keep track of visitors. In Slocum's day and for years after one could wander the seas and put into exotic places almost at will (except possibly at the Galapagos Islands, where local petty officialdom often made life ~ 340 ~ miserable for unsuspecting yachtsmen). In many cases, not even a visa was needed, to say nothing of a passport. Earlier voyagers fre- quently mention the arsenal of arms and ammo they had with them for sport and self-defense (Slocum had several adventures in which only his faithful Martini-Henry repeating rifle helped assert his independence). Today's more effete generation of voyagers not only eschew such "crudity," but also report the crushing burden of suspi- cion and red tape that everywhere results from declaring any firearms aboard. In short, the world today, after a half century of war, subversion, hostilities, crusades, and revolution all in the name of freedom from fear and want, has gained none of the freedom and lost little of the want, that characterized Slocum's world. Yet, each decade finds more and more voyagers setting out upon the oceans, many of them never to be heard of again, but most of them doing their thing, with or without publicity. Indeed, some of the more able and adventurous of them seem almost anonymous, such as Sir Percy Wynn Harris. . SIR PERCY WYNN HARRIS IN 1963, SIR PERCY, AGE SIXTY AND ANOTHER MOUNTAIN climber turned voyager, began a circumnavigation from England. He sailed through the Mediterranean and the Suez Canal, then down the west coast of Africa to Gambria, where, as a former governor of this colony, he had been invited to attend the independence cele- brations. From there, Sir Percy sailed to the West Indies, went through the Panama Canal, and on to Tahiti. With his son aboard, he detoured to New Zealand for a six-month visit. Then he sailed to Australia and up inside the Great Barrier Reef, through Torres Strait, and across the Indian Ocean, reaching Durban in time for Christmas, 1968. His last stop before returning to England to complete the circumnaviga- tion was in Bermuda in July 1969. His circumnavigation was completed thirty-five years after he had failed in two attempts to climb Mount Everest in the days before portable oxygen was available. . BILL NANCE CARDINAL VERTUE, A J. LAURENT GILES SLOOP OF 25.3 FEET length overall, had been built for Dr. David Lewis, a London physi- ~ 341 ~ cian of New Zealand birth, who sailed her in the first Observer Sin- glehanded Transatlantic Race. She was purchased from Dr. Lewis by Bill Nance of Wallaby Creek, Australia, and in September 1962 Nance departed England alone for Melbourne via Buenos Aires.(3) The 6,800-mile passage, west-about, took 75 days. He arrived in Freemantle with the main mast broken 16 feet above the deck, under a jury rig. Leaving Auckland on December 1, 1964, he sailed along the high southern latitudes, around Cape Horn and up to Argentina, mostly under a working staysail and main, well-reefed, steered by a wind vane. On December 30, at 51°S, running before a gale under bare poles with thirty fathoms of warp astern, he reported "a sea bigger than any I have ever seen before," which crashed aboard, broke the tiller and rudder head, and forced him to lie ahull. "I have no great faith in lying ahull," he said later, "and probably only survived because the weather eased and by the following day I was able to fit the spare tiller." Near Cape Horn, the barometer dropped to 28.73. On January 7, a landfall was made on Diego Ramirez, and later the same day he ran close to the Horn in a rain squall, 38 days and 5,000 miles from New Zealand. He still had 1,600 miles to go to Buenos Aires, and a long struggle through the tide rips of Estrecho de la Maire. His circum- navigation was completed in Argentina, and his was the smallest vessel at that time to sail around the world and he had done it the hard way, most of it in the Roaring Forties. He averaged 121 miles a day for 6,500 miles on the last leg. From Buenos Aires, he made another fast run to the West Indies, averaging 123 miles a day. From Antigua to Nassau, en route to Florida, he logged 180 miles from noon to noon on one occasion, the best day's run of the entire circumnavigation, and an astonishing record for a vessel of only 21 feet 6 inches waterline length. In 1968, he was reported married and living on the Oregon coast, building a larger vessel for his next circumnavigation, this time an east-to-west Horn passage. . DIDIER DEPRET NOT UNTIL DIDIER DEPRET PROMISED HIS SWEETHEART, Bernadette, that he would take her to the ends of the world, would she say yes. He meant it literally. Their honeymoon trip started in the fall of 1960 and lasted seven years. ~ 342 ~ After leaving Cannes, they spent most of 1961 cruising the Medi- terranean, before crossing the Atlantic to the West Indies, and then on to New York for Christmas. Leaving New York after the holidays, they sailed to the West Indies, and nearly lost their ship, the Saint Briac, in a winter storm. From there, they followed the usual route through the Panama Canal, across the Pacific to Australia, and up in- side the Great Barrier Reef, and returned to France via India, the Red Sea, and the Suez Canal. At home, the Saint Briac was put up for sale, and Didier Depret had found a life-long career at home building dream ships for erstwhile voyagers. . WILLIAM MURNAN WILLIAM MURNAN WAS A TRUE SEA WANDERER IN THE Slocum and Pidgeon tradition. As a lad, he spent six years, from 1911 to 1917, on a windjammer whaler in the Arctic, where he learned about small boats as a chaser in a 32-foot whaleboat.(4) After World War II, living in Los Angeles then, he built by hand in his backyard a stainless steel version of Thomas Fleming Day's famed Sea Bird yawl. As a former shipyard welder during the war, he was able to do all the work himself. He modified the original plans somewhat, eliminating the cockpit and bringing the trunk cabin aft, leaving only a tiny hole after of the mizzen mast for steering. With a 25-horsepower Universal engine as an auxiliary, he loaded aboard 120 gallons of fresh water and 150 gallons of fuel in the hollow keel tanks, and six years' supply of dehydrated foods, plus a stock of canned foods, meats, vegetables, and fruits. His vessel, the Seven Seas II, floated eight inches below her load waterline. Sailing from San Pedro with his wife, Ceice, they visited Hawaii, Tahiti, and Samoa. Ceice became ill and had to return to a cooler climate. Bill waited until the hurricane season was over, then sailed alone to the Fijis, New Hebrides, Solomon Islands, New Guinea, Australia, and through the Arafura Sea to Timor. At Christmas Island, he was caught by a hurricane in the exposed harbor. Weak from a local bug, he put to sea and rode out the storm, using an automotive tire with a cable bridle as a sea anchor. He could not put in at Keeling-Cocos or Rodriguez because it was the season of the year with frequent gales. He sailed about a hundred miles a day under bare poles, the 5,100 miles direct to Africa. In Mozambique ~ 343 ~ Channel, a gale drove him toward Durban, and he arrived after 53 days passage from Christmas Island. In Durban, again loaded below the waterlines and again at Port Elizabeth, he upset the local gamblers by getting around the Cape in the wrong season. He carried, in addition to his supplies, two Northill anchors of twenty-five pounds each, an enormous amount of ground tackle, with spares for everything, plus much gear of a survival nature. For fourteen days, he logged less than four hundred miles, and passing Cape Agulhas, he was hit by a northwest storm off Danger Point, and had to heave-to for five days. At Cape Town, he was reported missing, but Bill's wife, waiting for him, insisted he would show up. "Bill knows the ocean," she told reporters, "and he knows his boat. He'll make it." When he showed up between the breakwaters, the whole city turned out to welcome him. Horns and sirens announced his arrival. A case of champagne was donated by two Australians, one of whom had lost a £10 note on a bet. One of his many innovations on Seven Seas II was the seven-to-one worm gear steering, which held a positive course on any point of sailing. During fair weatller, he used spinnakers mostly, rigged to hollow stainless-steel poles attached to goosenecks on the mast and hanked to jackstays. With this rig, he sailed thousands of miles hands- off the wheel. Completing his circumnavigation in 1952, he became the first to do it in a stainless-steel vessel. . DR. WILLIAM F. HOLCOMB CRUISING CLUB OF AMERICA MEMBER, DR. WILLIAM F. Holcomb, set off in 1953, with Mrs. Holcomb and miscellaneous crew members on a voyage around the world aboard the 46-foot schooner, Landfall 11. OfEcial departure was from San Francisco on September 18. During the first ten months, they visited Panama, Ecuador, the Galapagos Islands, Pitcairn, Gambier, the Marquesas, and Tahiti. Later, after a rough passage of the Tasman Sea, Landfall II was badly damaged by a hurricane that struck while in port at Brisbane. The next leg took them up inside the Great Barrier Reef to Thurs- day Island and then to the island of Bali. At Benoa, the yacht was swept up on a reef, but refloated and powered into Surabaja for repairs. ~ 344 ~ Next came Singapore, Penang, and Colombo. On the passage to Aden, a giant swordfish rammed the hull below the engine bed and made an inaccessible hole in the plank. Due to bad sea conditions, repairs had to wait four days, until they reached harbor at Cochin, India, with the pump manned one hour out of four. For the emer- gency repairs, Dr. Holcomb was forced to pay excessive charges. The passage up the Red Sea, in December 1955, was unusually mild, with temperatures almost cold. Visits were made at Port Said and Suez. The Middle East weather also was unusually cold and stormy, but they stayed in the Mediterranean until spring, then departed Gibraltar for England. After two months in the United Kingdom, Landfall II crossed the Atlantic via the Canaries and Barbados.(5) The passage from Las Palmas to Bridgetown took a casual thirty-three days. After cruising the West Indies, Landfall II sailed to Miami via Cuba, then up the coast to New York, back down to Bermuda and Great Inagua in the Bahamas; then on to Jamaica, Panama, and through the canal. A fast passage was made uphill to San Francisco, with a stop at Acapulco, completing a circumnavigation in just three days short of four years. For the voyage, Dr. Holcomb was awarded the coveted Blue Water Medal of the CCA for 1957. During the voyage around, as a dentist, Dr. Holcomb was much in demand everywhere he went. On one remote South Pacific island, with the assistance of Mrs. Holcomb, he extracted free more than one hundred teeth from the mouths of long-suffering natives.(6) . THE HOLMDAHLS ONE OF THE MORE UNSUNG CIRCUMNAVICATIONS WAS THAT made by the Swedish couple, Sten and Brita Holmdahl, on Viking, an ancient revenue cutter and fishing boat, which the couple pur- chased in November 1951 and rebuilt. Sten was a boatbuilder by trade and his wife, Brita, a seamstress. Being frugal and hard-working people, the Holmdahls, were able to do most of the work themselves. The basic hull was of sturdy oak. They rebuilt it into a beautiful ocean-cruising yacht rigged as a ketch. There was no motor, except an outboard for the skiff, and a small gasoline-powered generator to charge batteries for the lights.(7) Every- thing except the rigging screws and a pair of doors was made by hand. They had a sextant and a radio aboard, but no chronometer (the ~ 345 ~ radio was used for getting time ticks). A good compass and set of charts and pilot books completed their list. In June 1952, the couple left Gothenburg for Marstrand with a friend aboard, during which the only accident on the circumnaviga- tion occurred someone dropped a sugar jar on the cabin floor. Sten was not only a skilled sailor, but never took a risk unnecessarily. Leaving Marstrand alone, the Holmdahls sailed to Denmark, thence to Dover, Falmouth, Douarnenez in France; then on to Cascais in Portugal, down to Madeira and La Palma (not Las Palmas). They crossed the Atlantic in thirty-four days to Barbados, cruised the West Indies, spent Christmas in Antigua. Passing through the Panama Canal, they sailed directly to the Marquesas in fifty days, then went on to Tahiti, Fiji, New Hebrides, Port Moresby, Darwin, Christmas Island, the Keeling-Cocos Islands, Mauritius, and Cape Town. They spent Christmas in South Africa, then started out from Cape Town on a passage to Falmouth, which took seventy-eight days. They saw land at St. Helena and the Azores, but did not stop. From Falmouth, they went on to Dover for a brief stop, and then to Denmark, and finally home to Gothenburg, arriving June 22, 1954. For the voyage they were awarded the CCA Blue Water Medal for 1954. . THE WIDOW ADAMS AT THIRTY-SEVEN, SUTTIE ADAMS WAS A WIDOW AND HOUSE- wife with a brood of growing kids. No one would have suspected that she aspired to be a circumnavigator. But late in 1961, she departed San Francisco with as crew: Rick, seventeen; Jon, sixteen; Sue, eleven; Patrick, seven, and two friends. They sailed their 58-foot gaff schooner, Fairweather, to the Marquesas, Tahiti, Samoa, and Fiji. Then they spent five months in New Zealand, where a bottom job was done, before departing for Noumea, New Caledonia. A hurricane was encountered on the way, but port was made with minimum damage. Six weeks were spent in Noumea before sailing on to New Guinea, the Torres Strait via Thursday Island and Darwin; then across the Timor Sea to Bali, Java, and Singapore. They spent seven months in Singapore while work was done on the schooner by Chinese craftsmen, who carved panels, doors, and chests of teak. On May 13, they departed for the Nicobars, through boister- ~ 346 ~ ous seas and adverse currents. They were chased by pirates when leaving Great Nicobar, and with the auxiliary inoperative, the boys crowded on all the canvas they could and slowly pulled away. They then sailed on to the Chagos and Seychelles, on down to Zanzibar and Mombasa, Kenya, where they spent a month. Rich was married there to Melanie, who had joined the crew in New Zealand, and the honeymoon was spent on safari to the Tsava Big Game Reserve. It took a month to sail from Aden to Suez. A five-month stay was spent in Rhodes, Greece, and there Suttie became a grandmother with the birth of a daughter to Rick and Melanie. They leisurely cruised the Corsica coast, stopped in Italy, sailed on to Las Palmas, crossed the Atlantic to Barbados, cruised the West Indies, passed through the canal, and sailed up the coast of Central America and Mexico, arriving at San Francisco on May 18, 1965. During the entire voyage, there were no complaints not even from experienced hands about the lady skipper. As for the children, they developed into real sailors on the voyage, in addition to growing up into young adults and teen-agers. Strict study hours were main- tained aboard during passages for the youngsters, and during long stays in New Zealand, Singapore, and Rhodes, they went to school on shore. Patrick, who was only seven when they left, quickly learned not only how to hand, reef, and steer, but became a whiz at taking noon sights and plotting positions with H. O. 214. . THE KITTREDGES OFTEN MENTIONED BY OTHER WORLD VOYAGERS, THE KIT- tredges, who circumnavigated in their Svea, were another almost anonymous couple. Robert Y. Kittredge started early on his lifetime of adventuring, with a 3,000-mile trip down the Danube in 1928, at the age of 18, in a folding canoe. The voyage took him from Rosenheim on the Inn to the Delta. For 15 years prior to World War II, he was a sculptor and architect, designing among other things a housing development in Oak Creek Canyon, Arizona. In the spring of 1960, Kittredge and his wife, Mary, bought a 38- foot Danish double-ended ketch, SveaSvea at Fort Lauderdale, where Bob conducts a school in celestial navigation. . THE VAN DE WIELES ANNIE AND LOUIS VAN DE WIELE WERE IN THEIR TEENS when World War II broke out and the German Blitzkrieg rolled over Belgium and France. Both were of staid, respectable bourgeois families Louis, slender, sensitive, close-mouthed, with an engineer- ing bent; Annie, short, vivacious, somewhat tomboyish, and game for anything. Both shared a longing to be sailors and go to sea on long voyages which was what brought them together during the Occupation. The war meant five years of miserable oppression for Belgians living in the homeland, although the colonies prospered during it all. Courtrai is a small town thirty-five miles from the sea, through which the Lys River meanders, lined with Flemish houses, where the citi- zens ate well, dressed well, drank copiously, and thought only of business until the Germans came. At sixteen, Louis applied for navigation school, but was rejected for nearsightedness. He then took a dreary job in an office, but soon resigned to enroll at the University of Ghent. Here he did so well that he became an assistant professor and met Annie, who was also a student. Later he joined the Resistance and went underground. When the Allies liberated Belgium, he joined the British navy. After the war, he was demobilized and returned to Ghent to find his parents both dead. Now he and Annie became engaged and set about designing, building and outfitting their dream ship. The name had already been selected Omoo. This was a Poly- nesian word meaning "one who wanders from island to island" at least that's what Herman Melville said in his book of the same name. Omoo was designed by Louis and naval architect Fritz Mulder, and built of steel by the firm of M. Meyntiens in Antwerp. She was 46 feet overall, 37 feet 10 inches on the waterline, 12 feet 4 inches of beam, drawing 6 feet 4 inches, and displacing 18 tons. Ketch-rigged, she had a total sail area of about 200 meters, plus a twin staysail system for self-steering. Auxiliary power was a Kermath-Hercules diesel of 27 horsepower, plus a small 12-volt lighting plant. Her lines were conventional, with long keel and fairly easy bilges. Similar, in fact, to the famed Alden schooners. ~ 348 ~ After the usual problems of postwar shortages, delays, and frustra- tions, Omoo was launched and the initial bugs worked out. With Fred, a family friend and ironmonger, Annie and Louis (who had been married meanwhile) made trial runs. Then on August 5, 1949, the young couple departed Ostend, sailed to Dunkirk, then over to Dover and Cowes. Fred, on leave, joined the ship for the passage across the Bay of Biscay to La Coruna, Vigo, Lisbon, and Gibraltar. Months were spent cruising the Mediterranean, and in re-outfitting at Nice for a round-the-world voyage. There they were invited to sail to Tahiti with Robert Argod aboard Fleur d'Ocean, a large ketch. Omoo was left with a friend at Nice, while the Van de Wieles made the voyage to Tahiti and returned to Europe on a freighter. They found Omoo waiting for them, and lost no time getting her ready for a circumnavigation. With Fred as crew member, they departed on July 7, 1951. The first passage was Nice to Gibraltar, thence to Alicante for slipping and bottom painting. They were to haul Omoo many times during the circumnavigation for repainting, for the metal hull and postwar paints were not compatible. At Las Palmas in the Canaries, they found a veritable fleet of yachts waiting to cross the Atlantic. Among their owners were a couple of Texans on the little cutter Festina, and the Smeetons on Tzu Hang. The Smeetons had just purchased the yacht and were on their way home to British Columbia with their young daughter, Clio. This was the very start of their long career of voyaging that took them around the world, and Annie Van de Wiele's perceptive observations were the first published accounts of this remarkable couple. "Astonishing people, these Smeetons," Annie wrote in The West in My Eyes. "Miles Smeeton was a retired brigadier-general of the Indian army. They lived on a farm on an island in British Columbia. They had crossed the Argentine on horseback, climbed in the Himalayas, explored North Africa in a jeep, and Central Europe on a bicycle, not to mention other adventures of smaller caliber. They had just returned from climbing to the top of Teyde. On mule back." Annie also recorded the best description of the Smeetons. "The crew of Tzu Hang was composed of Mr., Mrs., Miss and a friend, all well over six feet tall. Alongside them, my two men seemed only average in height, and as for me I looked as if I was standing in a hole in the deck." "Mrs. Tzu Hang," as Beryl Smeeton was known, also was noted for ~ 349 ~ her massive voice, which could be heard all over the harbor when she called for Clio the latter usually being found in the engine room, covered with grease, in the dinghy under the counter, or perched in the crosstrees. "It was undoubtedly the most energetic family I have ever met," said the almost nonplused Annie. Omoo and Tzu Hang traveled together or nearly so all the way to the West Indies and through the Panama Canal. In the Canal Zone, the Belgians had their first contact with Americans and it was almost overwhelming for Annie especially the American women. Her de- scriptions of the canal, the passage through, and the people she encountered are among the best recorded by literary voyagers. They were unable to get a visa for the Galapagos due to the perfidy of the local Ecuadorean consul, and so they bypassed these islands. They had already visited them aboard the Fleur d'Ocean anyway. They sailed directly to the Marquesas, next through the Tuamotus to Tahiti, and then to Bora Bora and Fiji. Of all the places in the world they visited, the one they most wanted to come back to was Moorea, the enchanting island near Tahiti and to which they eventually did return. From Fiji, the voyage took them to Port Moresby, New Guinea, Torres Strait, and across the Indian Ocean to the Keeling-Cocos Islands. They arrived about the time an Australian transport with a load of soldiers was in the harbor, and the stay there was a long series of parties. They also managed to anchor at the exact point where the transoceanic cables crossed, much to the consternation of the cable company crew. Then they left, the wireless boys cabled ahead to Mauritius of the impending arrival of Omoo, and warned them to watch their cables. It is interesting to note the recent visit, in 1973, of the California yacht Skylark to the Keeling-Cocos. Owner Bob Hanelt reported there were thirteen yachts anchored at Direction Island, bound for the Seychelles or Mauritius, including four in the flotilla which Hanelt had joined. These tiny coral specks in the middle of the Indian Ocean have become a busy waystation for the bluewater yachts of the world. With stops at Port Louis, and a long stay in Durban and Cape Town, the Omoo sailed on to St. Helena, Ascension, then uphill to the Azores, on to England, then on to Ghent for a joyous family reunion, and finally to Zeebrugge, arriving on August 2, 1953.(8) ~ 350 ~- end Chapter 39 - first part -