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A few years ago I bought an interesting little bilge keeler from the UK. My plan was to rerig her as a junk. Then she sat at my friends Jay’s (Belly Acres) ranch for two years. This week I picked her up and pressure washed the outsides. The 50 year old African mahogany seats were warped due to neglect. I’m working here to warp them back to straightness using water and the sun. Those two ingredients were what warped the other sides to begin with.
The companion way boards were way beyond my ability to tolerate them. That half century took its toll on that beautiful old marine plywood. I’m going to ram something together. I can always go for fancy down the road. They are 3/8ths inch boards, that will get sanded and varnished a few more times. Much easier than epoxying, drying. Re epoxying, glassing, re epoxying, and yet another coat then to dry. Now you can start the arduous process of fairing, sanding then more epoxy and sanding. Then you can think about a final wet sand, wash, primer and many topcoats. Just a huge amount of work. If you are willing to go through the process correctly, you will get a bit of kit that will last a hundred years. I’ll just be ok with the varnish on marine my. It will outlive me no doubt!
In the past few days I’ve been applying epoxy fillets, doing sanding, and finishing the window cutouts. I’m stuck for the next 24 hours waiting on the epoxy to kick.
I write this more as a reminder to myself than anything else. Two days before Mother’s Day my mom, Naomi Curtis died. It had been a long time coming, much too long in my mind. She would not have wanted to live as she did her last few years. Along with virtually everything else in society that I personally reject and hold distain for is our way we chose to die. I’ll leave it at that other than to say it’s great for the death industry, but does little for humans and compassion. God bless the almighty dollar!
Ready to continue traveling around the US!
Bottoms on, started gluing house, boatloads still to do.