Now Mike, you quibble with one adjectival couplet in one of my sentences regarding bucket seats plus foot bars -- "most comfortable" -- while ignoring the linked adjectival triplet -- "most . . . propulsionally efficient." But that's okay, since neither you nor I -- lazing floaters and gunkholers that we oft tend to be -- are concerned with maximal propulsion efficiency. That was just sop for the racing aficionados and hut-hut addicts.
Please note that Glenn expended 73 words, and considerable vocabulary, to say “Neither you or I are racers”. But I have been known to quibble with Glenn.
Is it not somewhat fair to say that you are rarely satisfied with off-the-shelf canoe stuff? You twiddle, diddle and fiddle with all sorts of things, tweaking them to your own dimensions, standards and opinions of functionality? I recall that at least one of your decked solos has a veritable "throne" for a seat, replete with baroque backband, plush seat cushions, foam blocks, hooks, buckles, et alia -- not to mention a nearby doodadded utility thwart and retractable portage strap. Or is my failing memory deceiving me?
Your memory may be failing you about tractor maintenance schedules and where you last put your Silky Saws, but you are spot on about the seats in our boats. Although I
have twiddled, diddled and fiddled with every seat, in every boat, to get it
just-so comfort wise.
Not just “at least one decked solo”. Every canoe, open or decked hull, has some version of a veritable plush throne, with seat pad, pad keeper straps, minicel knee bumpers below the inwales, back band pad eye attachments to oppose a foot brace or rudder pedals, utility thwart and strap yoke. Worth every ounce (and it is ounces) to me in outfitting for comfort and convenience.
I would like to see how “lightly” I could outfit a rebuild kev composite solo or soloized tandem, paying attention to aspects of rebuild weight this time. (And, hopefully, remember to weight it before I started gutting it this time)
Anyway, the point I think both of us were making in different ways is that one should not skimp or scrimp on seat comfort. IT'S THE ONE dang PART OF THE dang CANOE THAT YOUR DECREPITATING MORTAL BODY IS IN CONTACT WITH ALL THE TIME. Phooey on decks or rub strips or skid plates, if necessary. Spend money to buy, build or tweak a seat that is maximally comfortable as well as functional.
Your trip will only be as successful as your arse is comfortable.
Aside from the “phooey” on 2oz Dynel skid plates – and I am hereby offering to install Dynel skid plates on your boat of choice, I’ll even do the all the epoxy work while you sit and watch - Abso-freaking-lutely. Racers and marathon paddlers have that paddling comfort intention right, although they are more willing to suffer than I.
I’ve said it before, and will say it again; my boat should be the
most comfortable seat in the house. Everyone’s arse, paddling style and physiological ergonomics are different, but there is no reason to sit on a seat that becomes uncomfortable. Shouldn’t happen and doesn’t need to.
And again, when we stop on group trip for bankside leg-stretcher muckles, I usually take a leak, wander around to see if anyone offers me a beer, and then have a seat back in the Barcalounger boat (everything I need within arm’s reach), until my seat suffering companion asses are ready to push off again, enduring more discomfort.
Or often before they are ready to go. Pushing off the bank, gently nudging them that the day is running late, “OK, I’ll wait up for y’all in the next eddy downstream”. I have waited a long time, and didn’t mind. Take your sore-arse time; I’m blessedly all by my lonesome again, quietly watching and listening again in solitude and comfort.
I have attained back upstream. More than once. From the freaking put in one time, after spending 30 minutes waiting downstream in an eddy, attained back up to ask “WTF is going on up here?
It was DougD, CWDH Tom and Tom’s mysteriously vanished van key. No one but Tom would have a wee perfect hole in his dry pants pocket, and eventually find his van key, slid all the way down his pant leg into his Mukluks. Yes, we had to take Tom’s boots off to find the hidden key.
That DougD’s searching idea, but he has a wrinkly foot fetish, and I was unconvinced of his intentions until the key discovery was made.
Seriously, if your canoe seat isn’t uber-comfy for hours on end, something needs fixing. And that is often just a minor tweak of cushion or cant angle.