I am in love with
fairing compound, West Marine's “featherlight” compound to be exact. But apparently I suck at its application and
so I keep sanding it off, and trying again.
I have learned that trying to make a boat “fair” is a mathematical
problem that only the gods can solve.
From what I can gather a boat is fair when its curves are the exact
curves that it was born with, before time a tide pitted and warped the wood,
before chunks got taken out by rot or bouncing off a bell buoy, or before an over-eager
lass with a heat gun scraped it down to below the top of the plank. (Hey, it
can happen. A couple of times.)
I’ve also learned
that the more you sand a boat and then look it over, the more you realize you
need to sand it more because you did such a bad job the first, second and third
time.
This week was really
wet and rainy so not much done. But
hopefully I have put the fairing compound away for good as of today, and
tomorrow Jeffie will get the sanding of his life, and then get primed. This
weekend!
Paul is in Maine this
week, but swears on all that is holy that when he gets back he will put in the Dutchman
and reef out the keel seam to put in new caulk.
There are just some
tricks that this old dog is better off not learning.
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