We ordered the mast material, 3, 24' sections to be sleeved together to achieve the correct length which will be 995 liters long, or 391 3/4 inches. This marks the beginning of the end, though, technically, when we started was really the beginning of the end. We just called it the beginning, like Bertha D. Universe, the big bang. Those of you of religious persuasion, this was when Sauron lost the ring on Mt. Ararat, just after the flood, I think. I don't know when we got to the end of the beginning, but we passed it and entered the nucleus of the middle (what we call the muddle). This is where we milled around screwing up rudders and peeling paint off. Them wus dark days and are receding in memory, red shifted like distant galaxies and eclipsed by current progress. We are time travelers, though we can travel in only one direction and at a fixed rate. Hopefully there is enough will to carry on................... It is getting harder. Every day we go out. Every day something gets finished. Every day we make decisions to postpone or complete projects. Eventually we will have to say "enough" and move the whole shebang to the coast.
Meanwhile my red shifted credit card balance currently is stratospheric!
Oh, yeah, a couple of new videos on the video parts. We had innumerable requests (OK, None) to see the drone we used for the video. It's a sophisticated. highly advanced model and very expensive.
Meanwhile my red shifted credit card balance currently is stratospheric!
Oh, yeah, a couple of new videos on the video parts. We had innumerable requests (OK, None) to see the drone we used for the video. It's a sophisticated. highly advanced model and very expensive.
Schidt! Got to keep moving. The heat turns your blood to molasses. Oh, yeah, the birds have moved on already. I took their nest out of the motor box. Hopefully they will come back in the spring and sing to Budge. Hopefully Budge will pause to listen.
This pop up shower sent us scurrying to take the sunshade down, lest the wind relocate the contraption again. A great way to start the week.
We worked pretty much every day on something to do with the pod top. We worked the convex side and glued the center foam. We used ratchet straps to apply even pressure while the glue sets. We glued in two sections a day. Budge ran the wires for some lights in the pod. We glued the top plywood on and Budge trimmed the top flush using a board as a straight edge and a skill saw. More work to do,next week.
We mounted the last two winches, one on each hull. They look nautical. Wrap rope and crank.
This rope. More money spent. The lime green is for lashings.
A chilly day. It hit 104 one day. Next week the temperature is supposed to plummet to the lower 90"s.
The fauna making more fauna. Life is everywhere. I had a conversation with a lizard today on my walk.
I spent a good part of my week sweating myassoff in the forward cabins sanding off epoxy glops, coating bare spots with epoxy, priming and final painting. I just have to varnish the oak trim and glue on the stair tread pieces.
The paint roller on the end of my broomstick helps to access tight places. I just about painted myself into the proverbial corner. Extricating myself required contortion and gymnastics.
Budge made good use of the scrap bucket this week. These were two cutoffs from beams that he glued together to make a block to support the pump for the watermaker (not me, although I do drink a lot of tea).
I made a couple light bases for the pod top out of scrap plywood.
Budge made this out of scrap plywood and some oak cut offs from when I cut the winch bases into a circle. This will attach to the back of the pod seat backrest and control the mainsail.
I made water box feet, glued them on and put two coats of epoxy on them. I made a trip to town and bought more plumbing supplies. It seems all I do is buy plumbing bits and another bag of screws, or bolts or nuts or some kind of fastener. Budge is making this boat top notch, me, I'm on the bottom rung.
We hauled the battery box back up to the center dack and Budge commenced Connecting it to the hulls. Some mighty hefty wire will pass through this hose to connect to the battery box.
Budge screwed in padeyes to beam two. Sheets attach here.
We received the D shackles for the mast supports and, of course. a 3/8" shackle doesn't fit in a 3/8" hole. We had to drill the holes 1/32" over in the chainplates. A parallel; jaw clamp helped hold it into place. Then we test fitted the chainplates with the shackles and the shackles did not clear the hull. Now we will have to fill in and redrill the holes in the hulls on 4 of the chainplates. We already did this once or twice already.
So, not only are those chainplates too low, we will have to buy some shorter bolts.
The bandsaw butterfly. If you cannot appreciate now, how will you handle the future? Stop and smell the butterflies (Huh??).
The Music♫: Andreas Kummert "Rocket Man"
I'm not the man they think I am........I'm not the man I think I am............... at all!
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