I seem to have been a negligent bloggerist. A seventy-day hiatus in prime blogging season. I have lots of excuses. A lingering cold/flu/thing, four classes, a change in thyroid meds, and a handful of other ridiculous commitments that pretty much overwhelmed me. Instead of hitting the ground running, I’ve been hitting the bed whimpering. I need a new agent.
But things are slowing down and I’m speeding up.
Okay. So. Where were we? Finishing up Bears Ears. Yeah. That’s it. Here are the gunwales going on. It takes good coffee to work this fast, and a beer to calm down afterward.
I sure like her lines.
The old dory colors make me smile.
Pinstripes pop those colors.
Wasn’t there a book called Men to Match My Mountains? Perhaps A Prow to Parallel the Peaks?
Oh. There were also a few interruptions. RJ showed up with the Surprise Canyon in need of fiberglassing. It was perhaps the last unadulterated Briggs hull, and RJ held out as long as he could stand it before going the frozen-snot route. But it was time. Off with the bumpers and all the paint.
On with the killer bottom and sides.
Out with the annoying extra framing in the cross-hatches. Boom. Done. Modernized. I do feel a bit of guilt, but not too much.
I need smaller clamps.
It’s a boat.
A pretty boat at that.
Is this a full-size boat or the wee one?
Awwwww. They’re so cute when they’re young.
Then an impromptu parade down Beaver Street to the Orpheum. Peter singing, Kate riding along like Cleopatra.
And late in the evening Craig Childs and the Scatterlithics took the stage for a most amazing performance of Craig’s own genre–somewhere between a poetry slam, jazz improvisation, extemporaneous fourth dimensional mind travel, and I’m not sure quite what. Neither is Craig.
By then I was running on fumes, but it was a lovely evening, crowned by a fabulous bidding war for the wee dory bookcase. She brought in over $2500 for a great cause. Then up at dawn to teach an eight-day boatbuilding class.
Is it beginning to make sense why the blog has been neglected?
I survived the class, and some boat remodeling afterward and was finally able to take a little vacation. Bears Ears and I headed up to Colorado to visit friends, then on to Moab to meet Bears Ears’s step-sisters. The gang at Eddyline Welding have been building three aluminum dories to the same lines I drew up for Bears Ears. And they are lovely. And so similar it is eerie. I’ve never seen welding this meticulous, or an aluminum boat with such graceful curves. Two of them will get wooden gunwales down here at Fretwater in a couple weeks and join the AzRA fleet. The third one is for sale—get it while it’s hot. Click here to find their blog about the building of the boats: CLICK, And to see a video of the build, click HERE.
The aluminum sisters were not quite ready for the river, though, so we joined a small fleet of local aluminum boats for a run down the daily stretch.