. . . so those who serve him can do so in relative
comfort—and much earlier!
Jeff Brown's new winter home--it even has electricity. We're spoiled! |
So there I was
today, hoof-pick (reefing hook) in hand, gouging out all the crud that I’d put
between the rail and the deck, and that others before me had put there for the
past 50 years, because this year we are going to do some above-the-waterline
repairs. I’d told Paul I wanted to take
the deck down to wood this year, and he’d looked at me with that patient,
aren’t-you-just the-cutest gaze I have come to understand means that there is
more to the deck and its, er, issues, than I had realized. So when we met in
Jeff’s new boathouse this week—me, Paul, and a possible helper-to-be, what was
discussed was the sorry state of the rail and the need for the “covering board”
to be screwed down tight to the frame, since it has come up in spots over the
years. The covering board, in case you are clueless like me, is that deck plank
that is closest to the rail and is the same width all up and down the length of
the boat, unlike the other planks farthest from the middle, which are cut to
match its curve.
the white plank is the covering board. And that cool little red scraper was my best friend today. Way over down on the right you can see the fabbo newly varnished bowsprit and jib club. |
So the first thing to do is get all the ancient goo (some
soft, some hard, some like iron) out from between both the covering board and
the first “real” deck plank, and then get all the other crap out from under and
wedged up beside the rail, so that everything can move enough when we fasten things down together.
Charming. |
Let me tell you, friends, I did not like what I saw when
what was under the rail was revealed.
Lotsa rot.
eeeeewwwwwww. |
Which will have to be addressed, but since this is the
non-billion-dollar restoration, we will be using our pal Mr. Epoxy instead of
Mr. New Material.
I am confident that when the time is right, the real
restoration will begin.
But for now, it's good enough to make it so that no more water
gets in where it shouldn’t.
So today I did both sides on the inside--I suppose you
purists would call it the inboard--and then one side on the outside because
frankly I was terrified that I was just ruining the whole shebang. But Paul examined it later and told me I had
done a bang-up job, and certainly didn’t take any more out than I should of,
and as a matter of fact would probably need to pull out even more.
But this is good, since it is only January and we are
attending to the deck, which in my opinion never gets enough love.
Since it gets dark so early still I will have to wait till
next weekend to do more, but now that I know I’m not completely wrecking the
poor thing, I’ll be able to finish, as well as start on what I wanted to do in
the first place—grab the heat gun and get rid of some more of the deck
paint. Hopefully nothing like what I
found today will be lurking anywhere else but around the rail.
There really are
hoof-picks involved in this operation, although I ended up using the reefing
hook more.
Plus, a gentle tap with the ice pick and the screwdriver
didn’t hurt. And the business end of the
file. I seem to be far better at demo
than fine finish carpentry.