My apologies to Mr Tolkien, but old Bilbo would have understood. When we last left off, Mercer Queen had finally made it to the shores of Barnegat Bay and was ready to launch. Well, almost ready. I tried to keep her arrival for builder's trials quite, but word got out and we had about 20 people accompany her to the ramp and the same number more in assorted onlookers. So much for stealth.
As the Earl backed her down the ramp, it was the moment of truth as the essence of boat-ness is that it floats and she had never had her keel wet until then. In a previous post, I noted that she held water after a rain storm, but that was only just up past the garboard strakes. This time her entire bottom would be wet and after the trailer misadventures, who knew what kind of damage had been done. To top it off, the design had changed so radically from when I first did the weight calcs that I wasn't sure how it would ride. Too light and she would flop on her chines, too heavy and she'd be at the mercy of even a small swell. There's also a little thing called the metacentric point, which describes the righting moment for the hull. It that point is too high off the center of bouyancy, when the boat starts to lean it will just keep on going until it has turned turtle.
Well, as I was guilding the Earl back down the ramp, my brother, who was helping on the other side from me, called out to stop. My only thought was disaster. Something was caught or broken or something. Instead, I heard "She's clear, I'll walk it around." I couldn't believe it! It looked like it was still on the trailer. Perfectly level athwart, 2 degrees up at the bow, water line 1 inch above the chine amidships, exactly as I had planned it!! It was one of the luckiest things to ever happen to me. With all of the changes in weight and shape, for everything to cancel out and come out exactly as originally planned was one amazing coincedence.
Once she was tied up, I climed on board with my mallet and some cotton wick expecting to see at least a few geysers in the seams, but lo and behold, just a little seeping near the chines. No need to pound in anything as it would tighten up as she swelled (and she did. Dry as a bone on the 3rd day.)
Ok, it floats, and gave all appearances that she would continue to do so, so time to start up the engine. Here was more uncharted territory. I had run the engine with the boiler previously, but that was out of the boat with no load. The wheels were still on the shaft and the shaft in the bearings, but they were the only thing holding it on the trailer the night before, so who knew what to expect from that. Then the gearing was still to be worked out. I had brought 3 different size gears to give a 2:3, a 1:1 and a 3:2 plant to shaft ratio, but I had no idea if any of them would work. I really had no idea if any of it would work, period, since this would be the first time the system would be run all together. I wasn't even convinced that the system would be powerful enough to move the boat.
The most difficult part of this entire evolution was that we had a full cooler of beer, several of which I needed very badly to drink, but the entire time we were getting set to get under way, there was a cop in the parking lot not 10 feet from the beach watching us the entire time. Everyone was grumbling about this for a while before my cousin went up and asked him if something was the matter. It turns out he remembered my last steam boat as was just a fan. Here I thought he put a call in to the marine police and was just waiting for them to take me and my boat into custody. Do you think I was any issues with authority?
Once we got enought steam, I hooked up the 2:3 gears with the chain, figuring that would be the best case scenario. If it worked, she would zip along with the least amount to steam. If not, it gave me some other options. With 40 lbs on the gauge, we cast off, and I opened the throttle.
It was very anti climactic. She bearly made headway. We did manage to go about 2 kn

ots for about a half hour, which got us about half way home. Then we called in one of the chase boats that where milling around, threw a line and got a tow the rest of the way. That's me and Earl enjoying the sun on the foredeck. Notice the line going to the tow boat. That was enough for one day. Time for to take stock and go at it again the next day, when Earl and I planned to take her under her own power a full 2 miles.
The next day dawned warm and sunny. A perfect day for a steam! The first order of business was to change the gearing. I took it down all the way to 3:2, just to see. After getting up steam, we pushed off the beach and started on our way. Our destination was the Seaside Park Yacht Club, where it was bay day, were all of the yachties from around barnegat bay converge for a day of sailing and alcohol abuse, mostly the latter. I had swore to a bunch of people that I would have the boat there, and damn if I wouldn't.
Before we had gone 100 yds, I noticed two things. The first was the the gearing was just right. She moved along just fine, even at only 20 lbs of steam. The other was that the water pump wasn't pumping water. This turned out to be a big hassle, because the only other way to put water into the boiler was a little foot pump that couldn't work against more than 5 lbs. That meant that about every 20 minutes we had to blow down the boiler, stopping dead in the water, and the pump it full again. No biggie, just a hassle.
Everything was going great untill we were no more than 100 ft from the dock. There are two neoprene gaskets on the cylinder posts that literally melted. This caused the cylinders to go loose from the frame and we lost all power. I flagged down a boat that was watching the races nearby and once again got towed in. We spent the rest of the day drowning our sorrows, which we did most successfully. Oh, and we also broke the tiller off trying to skull in. But we got there. And we had many admirers. I didn't spend much time on the boat, but took to standing on the dock nearby. Almost no one knew that the boat was mine, but plenty of people stopped, pointed, and took quite a few pictures. When the sun went down, we got towed home.
The next day, I replace the seals and tried to go for one last steam that weekend. I fixed the tiller with vicegrips and duct tape, got on steam and shoved off. My brother jumped on board at the last second and we tried to go around the cove a few times. The new seals did the trick! In fact it worked flawlessly. She held 40 lbs of steam and went at a jog, around 6 knots. It was actually throwing a wake! It also reveiled a new problem. The engine puts out so much torque, that it was bending the shaft enough to make the chain slip. The only was to get it to stop was for me to hold up the chain with a piece of pipe I had onboard while my brother drove. Still, that's a simple fix.
The ride stopped when all of a sudden one of the cylinders started to leak steam uncontrolably. Later when I took it apart to fix it I discovered what had cut short our fine steam. The cylinder posts are press fit into the cylinder body and I had put so much steam into it that I actually pulled out the pressing. I have since secured it with a backing plate and screw so it shouldn't be a problem any more.
Well, that was enough. I left her in the water as I took the kids back to Trenton to start school. Two weeks later, I put her back on the trailer and pulled her back home to the boatyard. She's in the driveway now getting ready for her big day on the 17th. I've been working on the engine lately, but more on that later.