Lora and Heather came by this afternoon to rivet the broad-strakes onto the new boat. Heather is bucking up a rivet.
While Lora is playing in the jungle gym, peening the rivet.
Got ’em on. Lora is celebrating with a boat-shot of Bushmills. It tastes especially good after running across that freshly sanded Port Orford cedar.
I think this is living proof that woodworking is in my DNA. Or maybe that is my DNA.