Monday, February 23, 2009

No Progress on Pain in the butt Boat

Still the same factors involved as before (weather hassles, Wife leaving). Yet, another result of the leaving of the wife is more attention to my pain in the butt house is needed. What with a lot of furniture moved out, the dilemma is: what's more important; a good looking boat or a good looking functional home?.......we'll have to see the path that lays out before me and hope the wind is at my back (ie: a good tailwind) and God holds me in the palm of his hand.

Friday, February 20, 2009


I've been taking the springs and screws out of this old mahogany cot that I scavenged somewhere a long time ago (even before I got the boat) thinking that classy red mahogany that it's made of shouldn't go to waste....and now it isn't! like I said already: SWEET!!

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Here's where it's at right now.

I'm going to proceed again after progress has been stalled for over a week!

Here's why:
1. rainy windy weather
2. my wife left me
3. Stanley left with her

But now that the weather has cleared up, working on the boat will keep me busy and distract me from item 2 and 3.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Amgen Bike race comes to town

Check out the video, ...feel the excitement as the heavyweight worldclass bicycleists scream by Santa Cruz Highschool on Walnut Street negotiating the "weave."

"Here they come,... they's a comin', there they go,.... they's a gone."-Guy Clarke.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Baby the rain must fall..., the wind must blow....who knows, we may not have a drought afterall.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

A Salty Dog by Procol Harum

(brooker / reid)

'all hands on deck, we've run afloat!' I heard the captain cry
'explore the ship, replace the cook: let no one leave alive!'
Across the straits, around the horn: how far can sailors fly?
A twisted path, our tortured course, and no one left alive

We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to die
No lofty peak, nor fortress bold, could match our captain's eye
Upon the seventh seasick day we made our port of call
A sand so white, and sea so blue, no mortal place at all

We fired the gun, and burnt the mast, and rowed from ship to shore
The captain cried, we sailors wept: our tears were tears of joy
Now many moons and many junes have passed since we made land
A salty dog, this seaman's log: your witness my own hand

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Piece by piece

glueing down the mini planks after ripping the former planks down and running 'em through the planer creating 3/16"X3/8" strips of wood that makes an interesting if not stupid decking.

It rained last night, by the way....we're still gonna have a drought though.

Monday, February 9, 2009


We, with the help of experts really put the screws to this beaten up and rotted out Post war Garwood.

Yep, straightened her up real good. Two of the most valuable tools turn out to be a band saw and a planer that I agree with in my experience.

...and the most inportant part of the boat is having a good, solid, strong and watertight bottom.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Dogged does it

Doggedly glueing down more deck planks. Hey! going up to Auburn, CA to a boat restoration clinic this weekend. I'll bring back pictures and stories of boat restoration adventure!

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Lake Commanche, Superbowl Sunday, 2009

The lake level was extremely low, so low they had to create a lower (dirt) launch ramp because the usual one couldn't go that low. ..Otherwise, the water was smooth as silk although a little bit chilly. Being the off season, there were very few other boaters.