Tel. Summerford 3261 

I was pleased to receive the request for information on Wayfarer activity. However, mine is the only boat in this region and likely the only one in the province. As you will know, it is Come Home Year in Newfoundland. Although I am newly arrived from England, I am very enthusiastic about the province and the sailing among the many islands of this coast. Perhaps you might be interested to put a note in the Year Book to the effect that any Wayfarers Owners who might be touring the province would be welcome to the use of my boat. With a little notice, accommodation of a humble nature could be available, and, although the last 40 minutes are on a dirt road, I feel that a visit to a fishing outport with a chance of sailing would be well worthwhile.

Yours sincerely, 

John Sheldon, M.D.

On behalf of the rest of us Wayfarers, the newsletter thanks John for his kind offer, and we can assure him that a fellow Wayfarer would receive a cordial welcome here and wherever our fellow Wayfarers sail - and I know, because my summertime lack of money invariably leads to my being a guest at outside regattas.
 

HOT OFF THE PRESSES

Saturday - As the dawn broke, my tired skipper and I received our first glimpse of Trout Lake. At that time of the morning the lake gave us no indication of the fun and excitement it held in store. Its placid tranquility and the 225-mile predawn drive from Toronto, however, made even the lawn of the Ontario Dept. of Lands and Forests Building, look inviting. Without any delay we threw out the old sails as protection from the dew on the grass, and promptly jumped into our sleeping bags. We travel Economy Class!

The early morning sun finally pried its way between our eyelids, the first sight to greet us, being that of graceful sails on a still lake. So graceful and so still in fact, that one almost immediately arrived at the conclusion that they were becalmed. Spars bare, and paddle in hand, I wended my way out into the lake (skipping luxuries such as washing, eating breakfast, brushing teeth, etc.) Al, on the other hand, sped away (if you can speed away in a Volkswagen) in the other direction to the skippers' meeting. Here I first met Jamie Wallace et al. If first impressions mean anything, he will be a life-long friend, because at the very moment that beads of perspiration began to appear on my forehead, he appeared in the foreground, complete with high-speed motorboat. On our way across the lake to the Dreamland Motel we noticed many a proud Wayfarer skipper swallow his pride and throw out his painter. You guys know who I mean, eh, fellas? As for myself, well, I had a good excuse - I had no sails up!

The actual day's racing commenced at its verbal best when Don Rumble clewed (ed note:?) us all in on the intricacies of sailing on Trout Lake. I think there must have been something he omitted though, don't you think so, fellas? Who won the race anyway?

After twenty miles of running, reaching, bucking, and yes, on occasion, swearing (eh, Al?), I think we were all happy to reach dry land. Ah, but it wasn't dry long, was it? After imposing on George Blanchard for his facilities (ed. note: no reference to the word 'dry') (thank you, George) it was off to Crawford's Marina. Unlike the home town regattas, TS & CC excepted of course, I didn't hear one complaint about the meal. Mrs. Crawford, we thank you from the bottom of our hearts (to the tips of our calloused hands). Was there a bar there; I don't remember? Me being a bachelor (ed note: oh?) and this being a 'family publication', we will now leave off and resume with the next day's activities.

Sunday - Oddly enough, after the previous day's test of skill and endurance, most of those attending felt like racing again (I was in the minority). Jamie Wallace came though again, this time by making the best prediction of the day "winds coming up from 0 to 25 mph, reaching their peak by 2 p.m." Maybe they didn't quite reach 25, but if any other crews out there sail on a boat whose jib cleats don't work, you'll agree with me, it felt like 25. One of the most astonishing things Trout Lake had to offer was its wind changes, eh, Al, old boy? Excitenent reached its peak when Paul Birnie came through with an impressive- looking victory under spinnaker in the second race. Although I bet Laurie Oxenham and Ken Holloway who were mere inches from his transom, didn't think so from their viewpoint. George Blanchard got the heavy weather he invariably asks for at every race (greedy, isn't he?), and when George gets his own way like that, I'm afraid there's no stopping him. Oh yes, old SNOOPY proved agan that you don't need a smooth bottom to win races, just a lot of luck (and a crew like me). We also provided the afternoon's entertainment by towing the disabled committee boat to the starting line, under sail, yet! My right arm is now three inches longer than the other. Next year, I hope they get a better motor or a lighter boat I (ed. note: an apparently forgotten highlight was Roy's falling overboard in the third race while waving to Jamie W.)

After the day's sailing drew to a close, the doors of Bourke Smith's place swung open. If his is a sample of Northern hospitality, I'm sure the Wayfarer Weekend will enjoy a good attendance for years to come. The cocktail party put everyone in 'good spirits' for the rest of the evening. The night was completed, for most of you, by another fine meal, graciously served by Mrs. Crawford. The only safe thing to do at this point, is to skip to the final day's events.

Monday - Al and I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to the fleet for delaying Monday's race. We were lax and poorly organized and there was no real excuse for it. From the Race Committee boat Mr. Patterson yelled something to the effect that "You guys had better win after holding the start up by half an hour. Under the circumstances all we could do was to oblige him. And so we did (but don't think it was easy!)

Again tribute must go to Mrs. Crawford and staff for a nice luncheon. As you who were there all know, there were lots of prizes given out. We got our fair share, Don Rumble received the trophy for winning the Cruise Race from last year's winner, Don Paine, and George ran up and grabbed the life-preserver (in anticipation of heavy weather, no doubt). Mrs. Holloway received a prize of appreciation for the magnificent job she did behind the scenes, not the least of which was putting Al up two nights (or was it mornings, Al?) (ed note: You should know, Roy! I was chaperoning you). My final praise goes to George Blanchard's crew, Nick Trusswell, for bringing my bathing suit back to Toronto (I wondered what happened to it).

I hope my loyalty to skipper and boat has not distorted my account of what went on up there, too much. After all, we don't win that much anymore you know. See you all at the North Americans (astern, I hope), but 'til then -

Happy Sailing,

Roy Coleman, CREW W-116.

THE COVER - For a giant Newsletter such as this one, we felt a new cover was in order, and we got Snoopy-fan #1, Heather Beardmore, who also painted the Snoopy picture on the transom of W-116 for all of you to see, I hope, to design the new cover. The boat-shapes were taken from picturcs contributed by Peter Bassin and the numbers represent W-283 - George Blanchard, who with crew, Leo Maarse is present North American Champion, and runner-up, Mike Schoenborn (with crew Ric Lye) in W-276. We're hoping for a printed photo of this year's winners on next year's covers.

The newly formed Executive Board released on Sept. 21, 1959, the first official news letter which outlined the results up to this date, of Wayfarers racing at various Regattas. In addition, new memberships and registration forms were included as well as the progress being made in preparing the Class Measurement and Construction rules for approval.

Wayfarers were established and active at the following Clubs -
 

Twenty Wayfarers were registered in the Association in 1959.

The following Executive Board was elected:
 

The 1960 sailing season was very active, and the Class was represented for the first time at the L.S.S.A. regatte in July. The first Canadian National and North American Championships were held July 16 & 17 at Ashbridges Bay Yacht Club, Toronto, Ontario. Eleven Wayfarer owners participated in this event from the following Yacht Clubs:
 

Sept. 1961 the first United States Wayfarers Association was formed and Executive Committee were as follows:
 

At this time ten Fleets were actively operating in Canada and the United States, with 80 Wayfarers sailing in the Continent.

The Canadian Wayfarer Owners' Association elected the following Executive Board on Sept. 3, 1961, as follows:
 

In addition, the new Class Rules and Constitution was issued to all registered members, November 1961.

North American Championships were held Sept. 1-3, at Toronto Sailing & Canoe Club, 26 Wayfarers participating. 
First United States Championships were held Aug. 25-26 at the Burnilam Park Yacht Club, Chicago.

On Sept. 3, 1962, the following officers were elected to the C.W.O.A. Executive Board:
 

U.S.W.A. Executive Board elected April 1962:
 

Sept. 1, 1963, the Membership elected the following C.W.O.A. officers of Executive Board:
 

U.S.W.A. Aug. 62 elected the following:
 

North American Championships were held at Royal Canadian Yacht Club, Sept. 5,6,7. 38 Wayfarers participated, including 10 Wayfarers from the United States. Canadian Championships were held at Queen City Yacht Club, Toronto, July 1 & 2 as part of the Lake Sailing Skiff Association Regatta and 25 Wayfarers participated. United States Championships were held at Burnham Park Yacht Club, Chicago. 

United States Championships were held Aug. 13 & 14 at Stoney Creek, Rochester, Michigan, and 17 Wayfarers participated.

Following is complete race results of all Canadian, North American and U.S. Wayfarer Championships since the class started racing in 1960. We were unable to obtain full results of owners participating in the 1963 & 1964 Championship races at Chicago.