| To Part Two
 For those who sail and build boats, there is one true North, 
                one true thing, one true boat.   This is the story of how the boat found us. More than that, it 
                is a story about finding a friend in a most unexpected way, a 
                friend who changed our lives.   When searching for a boat to build the decision of which plans 
                one settles on is usually determined by long study, comparison 
                of one boat to another, one designer’s version to another. 
                Seldom is it determined by fate.   One afternoon a charming and polite, interesting and informative 
                e-mail arrived for me. I was stunned …it was from the world 
                renowned designer, John Welsford, of New Zealand. How had I had 
                the effrontery to bother someone so important, so famous with 
                my questions? Why had he answered me? In error I seemed to have 
                clicked my mouse on his e-mail address, hurriedly sending out 
                questions. I was apologetic for bothering him.   JohnW, in his usual down to earth way, I came to learn, replied, 
                “You seem to be in awe of my reputation, but I’m just 
                me. I swear when I drop something on my foot, smell bad if I don’t 
                shower and worry about the bills like everyone else. Just a guy 
                doing a job, mind you it’s one that I love.” 
                 
                  |  | John not so down to earth |    How could I help being in awe? I loved his boats, loved his writing. 
                The photo on the book jacket was everything salty and nautical 
                you could wish for in a boat designer. The stories that accompanied 
                the designs of his boats carried you along on the journey, taking 
                you to waters you dreamed of sailing. JohnW was what I pictured 
                a designer of sailing craft to be, knowledgeable and spare in 
                replies to posts on forums, yet more learned and brilliant than 
                I could even imagine. Genius, talent, intellect.   “It’s interesting “ John said, “about 
                outsiders’ perception of us. I am something of a bibliophile, 
                as well as deeply in love with boats and boating. In my early 
                days I viewed both authors and boat designers as people who sat, 
                one on each side, very close to God. They were not human in the 
                same sense that I was. I could not imagine either having feet 
                that smelled or catching the flu. Now I find myself , with a couple 
                of books published and quite a few boats in the water , being 
                looked up to in the same way. It is an odd feeling.” 
                 
                  |  | John at work |       What could I talk to him about? What could we have in common, 
                eight thousand miles away and a life time of difference? What 
                did I know about boats, about building or designing?   What could we talk about? A lot I found out. Conversations with 
                John Welsford have been both an education and a joy of learning. 
                Most importantly, I learned that finding a boat is not the issue. 
                . Find the designer and you will find the boat. But I am ahead 
                of the story. First I found a friend, then a designer and then 
                the boat. It was that simple.   Simple is one thing John Welsford is not.    “The time has come, the Walrus said, to talk of many things: 
                Of shoes….and ships….and sealing wax, Of cabbages 
                …and kings…and why the sea is boiling hot, and whether 
                pigs have wings.”   It took only a short time to lose my fear of the great designer. 
                We talked of everything… gardening, cooking and food, music, 
                dogs, cats, family, friends, travel, politics, America, New Zealand. 
                And yes, we had so much in common, miles and continents apart. 
                But boats, boats, boats and designing, we talked of that. And 
                the more we talked, the more I wanted a Welsford boat. 
                 
                  |  |  |    History plays into the design of all John’s boats. “I’ve 
                done a lot of research into historical precedents, the small coastal 
                fishing boats from around Cornwall and Devon in the mouth of the 
                English Channel. I obtained from museum files, local designers 
                and other sources sets of hull lines, analyzed them and worked 
                them into a set of statistics which in my view defined the characteristics 
                I was trying to achieve. I then designed Houdini to replicate 
                these characteristics using the numbers taken from research, adjusted 
                for scale effect, then sailed the boat to see how close I’d 
                been with my theories. Close! Very close, for a small open boat 
                Houdini is astonishingly seaworthy and comfortable in heavy weather 
                and amazingly quick in winds that you can’t even feel.”   “Swaggie and Sundowner are developments using the same 
                information and both of those are much more capable than you’d 
                expect from such small craft. By working out what numbers that 
                a boat that sails in a certain way and will perform in a certain 
                way, even before I begin to draw, then checking at every stage 
                that the drawings are consistent with those numbers, the design 
                result is within predicted parameters. I use English and French 
                boats as a model in most cases, they are the boats from which 
                many of the American boats’ ancestry is drawn.” 
                 
                  |  | Salacia |    Classic, beautiful, designs based on historical reference and 
                place, designs influenced by the sailing and rowing craft of the 
                past, yet rooted in the present. Boats designed to the most seaworthy 
                of specifications, boats that would sail and perform in conditions 
                that exceed any we might encounter in our local waters,. Boats 
                that could take you to your dreams and back, even around the world. 
                I wanted one, I yearned to be building a Welsford. But we were 
                committed to building our Laguna, a boat we had made serious commitments 
                to take through adventures of her own. We do not back out of our 
                commitments. And JohnW understood and respected that. He is that 
                kind of man. Honoring commitments matters to him. 
                 
                  |  | AWOL |  So, we talked about boats, the new AWOL he has designed for Dave 
                Perillo in New Zealand, the Saturday Night Special prototype for 
                the raids and coastal cruising, the new Pipkin dingy for the revised 
                edition of his book. We talked about the Houdini, the Walkabout 
                that I love, the Navigator and Pathfinder, we talked about Sundowner 
                and Charlie. How do you tell someone whose boats you love so much 
                that you cannot build one of their boats? That no matter how much 
                you love them, the boats are just not the boat you need to build? 
                Mike and I talked about it constantly, Mike saying “We just 
                don’t need another small boat.”   But John and I still talked of the new boats. “My friend 
                Blair, who has one of my Navigators is here for a few days. We 
                are building the prototype Saturday Night Special. The process 
                is slower than building from the full-sized patterns that we’ll 
                have later, so we began by scaling up all the panels and cutting 
                them out. By tonight we should have a hull, tomorrow the center 
                case, seat, bulkheads and keel all fitted. By Thursday, the insides 
                of the buoyancy tanks should be done and the decks on, and we 
                will be rigging her. If we had the sail, I’d say we could 
                sail her by Sunday.” Saturday Night Special is to be a fast 
                built boat, capable of being built on a beach for raids or coastal 
                cruising, built with locally obtained materials by those coming 
                from far away. Blair dreams of sailing in the TX 200, coming from 
                far away New Zealand, building the Saturday Night Special at Port 
                Mansfield, TX. 
                 
                  |  | Rigging Resolution |    Blair is Captain Blair Cliffe, RN, RNZN M Eng, Extra master foreign 
                going, including bulk tankers, and has never built a boat before. 
                He wants to learn how. John is teaching him how to use the tools 
                and to build a glued plywood boat. “It’s looking good, 
                but this might not be the final iteration of the design, as some 
                of the shape would be a challenge to those who have not done this 
                before. Race teams would do the frames, rudder, dagger board and 
                as much other stuff as possible in advance, plus have full-sized 
                paper patterns to work with.” We compared and talked about 
                our own Laguna build, planning for a beach built Laguna and the 
                concepts of disposable boats to be used briefly for one event. 
                We had our Laguna already begun. She was becoming a much more 
                permanent boat than envisioned as we began. There was no changing 
                boats .   So John and I continued to talk about gardening, music, meals 
                and food. “Corn as high as an elephant’s eeeeeeeeye”, 
                or in the case of his neighbor, higher than the elephant itself, 
                the lack of flavor in commercially grown vegetables, digging dirt, 
                weeding, planting and the fact he had his fingers crossed that 
                his tomatoes didn’t get nipped by the last of New Zealand’s 
                cold weather. But always, we went back to the boats. Why did he 
                design? Why did he continue when he admitted that it was hard 
                to make a living doing so? Reality made John and other designers 
                like himself work at something else to make ends meet. Designing 
                wasn’t easy. 
                 
                  |  | Shop and office |    “Why do I design? The passion is there. It can’t 
                be ignored and it’s a great vocation. There is nothing better 
                than seeing the joy and pleasure that people get from our creations. 
                I love being out on the water and seem to have a particular ability 
                to visualize a complex entity and translate that via drawings 
                into reality. This enables me to share in a very direct way the joy and pleasure 
                that I get from boating. Hand in hand with that is the buzz I 
                get when I see people enjoying the results of my creativity.” 
                 “ I had many heroes when I began, people who were the iconic 
                designers of that time. Today I get a sort of dazed bliss from 
                being included by them as an equal. It is a little like being 
                unexpectedly promoted to godhood. I enjoy doing something that 
                I admire in others, enjoy the pleasure that my creations give 
                others and enjoy doing something that I have unexpectedly found 
                that I am good at.”   Writing and words, beautiful words that paint evocative pictures 
                in your mind of wind, water, waves, rocks. That’s another thing JohnW is good at. Are all boat designers 
                equally good with words or just well read? Well, turns out John reads the unabridged dictionary for bedtime 
                reading, loves the meaning and use of words, taught creative writing 
                at college, along with maritime and automotive design at university. 
                A teacher and writer, a lover of words.  
                 
                  |  | With Charlie |    “Some years ago I got handed a community college class 
                in creative writing. The previous tutor had been pretty dry, but 
                I am not into that. We did a novelette which was hilarious but 
                illustrated the methodology behind any successful writing. Each 
                group wrote a bio for a character, another worked up a town, another 
                a brief history of area, so on. Then we’d put all the elements 
                together, each night we’d work out where we were in plot, 
                each person would go away and write up their perception of it, 
                offering it the next class night.”   “They were all so serious when I arrived, that didn’t 
                last long. The whole bunch would be bouncing up and down in their 
                seats, yelling suggestions and breaking up laughing. Among the 
                few rules for the story were that it had to begin with “It 
                was a dark and stormy night” and at the end the butler had 
                to be the guilty party.”   “Like teaching marine design, the fastest way to learn 
                how to write, is teaching it.”   Writing. We talked about writing. “The Backyard Boat Builder”, 
                John’s book, continued with revisions and editing, more 
                additions as we corresponded. “Writing. I’m about 
                halfway through what I hope will be the last draft” Then 
                later, “Am working on a new design for the book, Pipkin, 
                the smallest measure of an English cask. Garth Battista wants 
                me to build a boat and photograph all the stages and detail for 
                the book. I am already started on Pilgrim, but it‘s not 
                the right construction method, so I have to design and build another 
                one.”   The book continued. Always editing, always adding, always writing 
                new materials. ”Writing is addictive and having books in 
                print a real buzz, but it’s a painful process. I’d 
                hate to be a publisher or editor, they have to deal with writers, 
                like me.” We talked of the delays in finishing “The 
                Backyard Boat Builder.” “I had a battle getting the 
                publishing rights back from the previous publishers, their company 
                had been sold and every time I went to get the problem sorted 
                out, the person I had been dealing with was gone. It took over 
                a year to get that done. Garth Battista of Breakaway Books will 
                be publishing the new edition, which should be finished soon.” 
                 
                  |  | John Welsford on a visit to the states - Canyon 
                    Lake |      John sends me drawings for the new boat, a very pretty 10 foot 
                sailing dinghy. “Pipkin, a very small wooden barrel, the 
                smallest medieval English barrel measure, is coming along nicely. 
                She’s 10 feet by four feet six inches, five planks to a 
                side. Fairly simple, single sail. I have to build one, so figured 
                that I’d build one I could have fun in.” A full set 
                of plans are to be included in the new edition. Pipkin is lovely 
                and graceful, so typically a Welsford boat. 
                 
                  |  | Also in the USA |     John sent me chapters. Beautiful accounts of rowing and sailing 
                New Zealand., the waters of Auckland and Tauranga,. So lovely 
                to sail with a friend, even if only in your mind, to see what 
                he saw, feel what he felt. Evocative writing, taking the reader 
                to a place, far, far away, a place seen through the writer’s 
                eyes. I could hear John, playing music on his flute with which 
                he always sails, music for the winds and waves and himself, improvisational 
                Celtic jazz, matching the sounds of nature and the waters he sailed.   Did I mention that JohnW writes science fiction as a hobby? Not 
                boating, science fiction, galaxies and worlds, centuries far, 
                far away. People and creatures far removed from the seas and sailing. 
                Ask him where the best bookstores are on several continents to 
                buy science fiction or boating books and he can tell you. “The 
                best science fiction second hand bookshop in the world is in Santa 
                Monica Beach, CA. The second best is on Lower Granville Street, 
                Vancouver, B.C., about 50 yards up on the right from the bridge. 
                The third best is on the third floor west of the Funan IT Mall 
                in Singapore.”   Gardening. I love and miss serious gardening. Oklahoma is unkind 
                to gardeners, too much heat, cold, rain, drought, hail, wind. 
                I am pulling out burned up plants from summer, cucumbers are running 
                rampart in the cypress trees. John’s gardens are tidy and 
                weeded, neatly planted and thinned. John gardens devoutly. “The 
                vegetable garden established last summer will do well this season. 
                We’re already eating from it, The cats love the catnip and 
                roll around completely shameless in it.” I start thinking 
                I not only want a Welsford boat, I want to move to New Zealand 
                where I can grow English style gardens with fresh peas and mint.     Cooking and food. We both love to cook, for ourselves and those 
                we love. John and I exchange endless notes on what we are cooking, 
                eating, thinking of eating or cooking. Proper breakfasts for John 
                when he sails and camps involve fresh eggs, rashers of bacon, 
                bread he baked himself. He has written a cookbook I discover, 
                no longer in print, for cooking outdoors, in boats and hiking. 
                No manufactured breakfast bars or Power Bars, but real food while 
                boating. I grow to like this man even more. We exchange more cooking 
                and gardening notes. He gives me his recipe for correctly baking 
                English scones, well New Zealand scones, actually. I locate candied 
                orange peels in Oklahoma to try them out. They are delicious.   “We do English scones on a regular basis, I think they 
                are a lot like your biscuits. One cup of flour, one teaspoon of 
                baking powder, one pinch of salt, one large dessert spoon of butter. 
                Sift the dry ingredients in, rub the butter in. It should give 
                you a slightly crumbly mix that will hold together compressed, 
                if not use more butter. When done you can put half a cup of sultanas 
                (raisins) or grated cheddar cheese. My favorite, which is Christmas 
                fruit cake peel mix, complete with glace’ cherries. Or just 
                plain. Mix to a stiff dough with milk and roll out to about 30 
                mm. (about one inch ) thick on a floured board, then cut into 
                three inch squares and bake for about 15 minutes at 180 degrees 
                Celsius (350 degrees Fahrenheit).” 
                 
                  |  | John rowing his Huff Boat. |    “The plain ones can be eaten with butter, raspberry jam 
                and whipped cream, drunk with English Breakfast or Ceylon tea, 
                which is your traditional Devonshire tea. The others, just lots 
                of butter. Eat while slightly warm and get them down before the 
                butter melts, so there is that contrasting texture and temperature.”   Food and proper food matters in New Zealand, it seems. JohnW 
                thinks if I cooked for the immigration officials they might perhaps 
                waive their stringent requirements for foreigners wanting to come 
                there. It seems I am not the only person wanting to sample New 
                Zealand’s food, mountains, sailing and boats.   Geography and weather, sailing conditions. I am reminded of how 
                different John’s world is. “I’m puttering around 
                on a really cold day trying to keep warm. It is a south easterly, 
                which in this part of the world is a reminder that Antarctica 
                is to the south of us. Today it feels as though it’s just 
                over the horizon. Blowing, raining and miserable, no heating in 
                my office yet.” I am sweltering in Oklahoma’s heat. 
                I start reading about New Zealand, the closest landmass to Antarctica. 
                Ice flows break away routinely and threaten their shipping lanes, 
                whales beach themselves and die by the hundreds during their migrations 
                between South Island and Antarctica. No native mammals before 
                modern man brought them except for a tiny mouse, a nation of birds 
                and trees unlike any I know, volcanoes and thermal pools, rocks 
                and bays, winds that whip suddenly and violently onto the water 
                at forty to seventy miles per hour. More clearly than ever I saw 
                the seaworthiness of the boats JohnW designed. They were designed 
                for the waters he lived and sailed in, conditions more difficult 
                than any we might encounter. Had I ever questioned their seaworthiness 
                ? How could anyone?   John’s stories fueled my imagination, perhaps I could not 
                sail New Zealand , but certainly to venture far from the inland 
                waters I lived on. Suddenly a lake, no matter how large, seemed 
                small. Mike had long yearned to journey, to sail bigger waters. 
                He had built and owned a true blue water boat, a boat that never 
                sailed blue water. Now I too began to see what he had dreamed 
                of, but our visions had changed with age. Ten years ago Mike had 
                built the Boat Palace single-handed, a builder’s dream shop. 
                His vision? A building home for a river cruiser to leave Oklahoma, 
                travel the Mississippi River and navigable waters of America, 
                into the Gulf of Mexico, the Caribbean. Ultimately to go up the 
                eastern United States coast and into the Great Lakes. This voyage 
                would take no ordinary homebuilt boat. We had no plans, only a 
                dream. John Welsford was the answer to our dreams. He alone held 
                the plans for the boat.    We did not know it. John Welsford did not know it. Only the boat 
                knew.     Part Two continues more “Conversations 
                With John Welsford” and the boat finds us.    The Rendezvous, a thirty-three foot cruiser, to be built 
                for exploration of America.    Her name, “One True Thing” *** |