Gluing up scarfed ash gunwales.
And bolting those gunwales onto the boat.
We took a break to dress the place up for the annual Flagstaff Mountain Film Festival party. Mini boats got a display above the band stand.
Peter McLaughlin and Chris Brashears tearing it up.
Back to work on Papa Bear. Pulling tape.
Touching up lines.
Milling out the oar stands.
The Doryaks came in for a little love before our training trip.
But since we had almost two weeks to kill before launch day, we banged out another boat. Chet and Kat came in to assist in banging together a standard Briggs.
We try to leave about an inch extra above the designed gunwales so we can adjust and cut to what looks perfect. This time we added a little over half an inch to bow and stern. No two are ever quite the same. As it should be.
And that’s it for this one. Chet and Kat get to take her home now and figure out the paint job.
Time out for a test float/ test flip of the Doryaks, and a test run of Cricket’s little Jiminy, the wee motorboat. Sorry not to get any good shots of the festivities.
Interview time in our silly little boats.
And off we go, with a huge fleet of craft including four Fretwater boats.
Dawn and I stayed aboard Peekaboo most nights. Such a cozy little thing.
Cricket and Dawn in Papa Bear.
The Doryaks rocked it. Not a single flip on the whole trip, and we ran big at every opportunity.
I should get some good action shots of the Doryaks before long, but none just yet. I’ll close with an emblematic campfire shot, summarizing man’s relationship with our planet.
Stay healthy, stay rested, and we’ll see you at the other end of the tunnel. Remember: Worrying never fixed yesterday or changed tomorrow, but it sure fucked up a lot of todays.