And pouring the concrete to complete the new bridge. Oh crap It snowed. Which means the shop roof might avalanche right into the wet concrete.
Roy to the rescue.
Ty, my concrete wizard, clued me in that moving the concrete uphill through the narrow gap between the shop and the woodshed was not something we wanted to do with wheelbarrows and herniated disks. So we called the local man whose machine moves heavier-than-air stuff uphill. His name (no shit) is Orville Wright. God, I love that. Orville pumped all the grout for my shop walls seven years ago.
Here are Orville and Ty swapping lies as we pump almost fifteen tons (about a thousand zorks) of mud into the forms. And it didn’t explode. Awesome.
But gray is boring.
Okay, back to the boatshop.
We lofted those lines, then used them as a guide to expand the Briggs lines we pulled of Andy’s stock Briggs last year. We lengthened the boat 8.5%, widened it 14%, and expanded the heights 11%. Don’t ask precisely how I came up with those numbers. We lofted that right on top of the Alumitub lines. Very similar but dramatically different. Then we made a mini-strongback at a 1/10 scale.
And wrapped on a transom and side panels made from an old screwed up panel of veneer I had been saving for way too long.
Then superglued in a mess of cross braces so it could mot change shape and pulled it off the strong back. To our amazement, we got a very pretty, very Briggsy boat. I’d go so far as to call it sexy. It’s name is BOB-1, for Big ol’ Briggs #1.
We’re going to make a slightly longer one (BOB-2) tomorrow and let the owner chose which pleases his eye more.
THEN we’ll build a boat.
Oh, but first we have to deconstruct the bridge forms and push a little dirt, and spackle the holes in the apartment walls…