Flaquita Gets a
Motor and Goes to the Caribbean
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Flaquita
Gets a Motor
Flaquita
is very easily driven by the smallest of outboard motors. Here she is
with a 2.2 Suzuki doing 8.5 MPH.
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A
long shaft motor is required to get the propeller deep enough. With a
short shaft motor, the exhaust port comes out of the water momentarily
on waves. The motor mount is easily installed and removed. The motor
shown is a 3.5 Nissan.
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Flaquita
Goes to the Caribbean
Last summer
I trailered Flaquita down to Mexico, Guatemala and Belize.
Here are a few things I learned from the trip.
Although I
designed Flaquita to be car topped, I found trailering to be more
convenient. All the gear could be stowed inside the boat. Things like
paddles, fishing rods, tackle boxes, snorkel gear, spear guns, life
preservers, anchor and lines, sail, sun shade etc. could be locked up
inside the hatches.
To reduce wind resistance for
the long trip, I took apart the two part mast and stowed it low. I
rolled up both trampolines.
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Ramps to
launch the boat were available sometimes, but often not.. To launch
without one, I would disassemble the boat, roll the main hull down to
the water, carry everything else, and reassemble the boat at the shore.
Sailing inside the reefs was
wonderful. The waves were small. The water was crystal clear. Most
sailing was on a broad reach. In moderate winds she really flew. Even
in light winds I could sail at trolling speeds. Coral heads just below
the surface were abundant. I attached a bungee cord to the downhaul for
the kick up rudder. I kept the dagger board higher up than the depth of
the rudder. When I occasionally struck one, no damage was done.
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I learned
how easy it is to upright the boat in the event of a capsize. One day
in 20 MPH winds, I accidentally turned the boat over. I had just
motored out a narrow channel to open water and unfurled the sail. The
boat was self steering on a broad reach with the ama to leeward. I had
left the motor running in gear while I messed around with getting my
fishing rod ready to troll. That was a big mistake. The motor was not
locked in position tightly enough. It turned, causing the boat to turn
up into the wind and come about to the other tack. I was sitting on the
wrong side of the boat. Next thing I knew, I was in the water. Flaquita
was on her side. The ama was straight up in the air. The motor was
still running. The exhaust, now out of the water, was bellowing. The
prop was spinning around well above my head. Fortunately, it quickly
sputtered to a stop. The wind was blowing hard on the bottom of the
trampoline. I expected that force to make her turn turtle, but she
never did. It was a simple matter to right her. I pulled myself up on
the dagger board. Then stood up on the side of the main hull. I reached
up and grabbed the ama. I leaned over and she quickly righted. I
climbed in and sailed off. The water in the cockpit quickly drained out
the dagger board trunk.
In spite of that mishap, I
loved having the motor. When there was no wind, I could still go
exploring. And best of all, I could stay in the shade. In this photo, I
was towing a couple in a john boat out to the reef.
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The
reef was spectacular. Put on a face mask, slip beneath the surface, and
it was a whole other world. There were turtles, sting rays, all kinds
of brightly colored fish, and a wide variety of coral.
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The
tropical sun was intense. After a few hours, I needed to get out of the
sun. It was such a pleasure to have a shady place to take a break and
hang out.
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The
southern Yucatan coast of Mexico is mostly undeveloped. You can find
inexpensive places to camp.
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Your
boat can be right there close to camp.
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The
reef is mostly continuous about one mile offshore. One can sail for
miles and miles within the protection of the reef. Belize is just an
hour’s sail away. Here and there are deep channels that one
can pass through to sail outside. That’s a whole other
experience. You are immediately out in the "blue water". No more
protection by the reef. Big swells make it exciting. I went out a few
times. I never stayed very long. Pretty quickly, my desire for
excitement was fulfilled . I’d retreat to the smooth waters
inside. Sail along keeping watch for coral heads, spotting surprised
turtles and sting rays scurrying away. The uninhabited palmed tree
shore line on one side, the white surf of the reef on the other. One
hand on the tiller, steering, the other hand wrapped around una cerveza
fria, steady onshore wind blowing, Flaquita slicing silently through
the turquoise water, and I’m thinking, "Man, it
doesn’t get much better than this." This place is
SMALL BOAT HEAVEN.
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