Between 1957 and 1970 Cheoy Lee produced approximatley 133 folkboats originaly sold as the the Offshore 25, better known as the Frisco Flyer.

There were three versions of this small blue-water boat. 91 in all wood and 42 in Fiberglass with wood. There were 55 Type I's and II's and 78 of the Type III's. The Type I (aka the Pacific Clipper) was an all wood boat, had a mast that was stepped through the deck, a traditional folkboat fractional rig and a smaller cabin. The Type II's had a larger teak trunk cabin and a masthead rig. The Type III's had a larger teak dog-house cabin, some "standing" headroom and a masthead rig stepped on deck. The earlier Type III's were solid teak built onto a fiberglass hull and the later Type III’s (1966-1970) were made entirely out of fiberglass with teak paneling.

This boat, Yard # 1507 is one of approximatley only 30 Type III's left. It was out of the water for the previous 16 years when I got it and then about another 5 more while I rebuilt it. It was an empty, cracked hull when given to me and needed a complete restoration/refit. It took about five years of long nights and weekends of working outside under a tarp, in the garage or in the boat during cold winter nights, wet rainy afternoons and everything in between. The occasionally eager assistant on the project was my four (now ten) year old daughter who can have this boat as soon as I convince her mother to get another one. This blog is the record of all the work that "we" have done to the boat as well as some other somewhat related events with friends and family. Eventually, this will be put together in a book which will stay with the boat.

She still has plenty more to go but for now, Jackaroe has been in the water for a couple years now and thats all that matters...

To see past projects, use the links below.



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Monday, July 23, 2007

There's worse ways to spend a Sunday...

The plan was to get Sac in at Rye harbor and take her up to Pepperal cove to the mooring. While backing her in, the flags and trees were blowing but that was only until the boat got wet. Then it was a slow 10 tacks out of the harbor and another slow but frantic couple of tacks to get out of the mouth of the harbor to let the lobster boats, whale watchers and sailboats (with motors) go by. Our motor, a couple of Shaw and Tenney oars were working over time to find wind. We found a puff or two and were making our way to Bermuda when we came about to try for Maine.


We got as far as Wallis sands and called it quits, turned tail and tried to make a run home. The only fair wind we had was taking us dangerously close to some breaking water, when we heard Dylan yell "Charlie!".


Cicada was behind us. (We knew Steve was working on his boat in the river and had called him earlier to tell him, we had no wind, no motor, the bilge was on the fritz and worst of all we were almost out of beer.) Cicada pulled up, we got on board and motored up to Maine.
Charlie checking the tow rope..

We had a brief but nice bit of sailing in Pepperal cove while looking for the mooring.


It was all worth it and I would do it again (with two or three more beers next time) because there are definitely worse ways to spend a beautiful Sunday afternoon.
Yours truly,

This picture came out better than the one from last year....





Also got to get a closer look at a nice Cheoy Lee named Pooka. Looks like a 1965 Bermuda 30.
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