Sunday, April 11, 2010

Cockpit sole=open






Nothing but rot under the Fiberglass.

-- Post From My iPhone

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

I am Lazy

Matt spent two days grinding off the neven surfaces and beveling the portlight openings to prepare them to be glassed over.  This apparently resulted in such a cloud of dangerous particles of fiberglass flying around that we needed to upgrade the shopvac and put a filter on the fan that ventilates the tarp enclosure. So sad I missed all that.

Structural fairing compound goes up right onto the lexan windows we installed last year.

Meanwhile, my job is to clean the adhesive and paper off of the bowmar windows we bought at Bacon's, which allows me to stay home and not in all the fiberglass. Sweet. Also, I made a cover for the tiller. I think the diligence score looks something like this: Matt: 400,000 Carrie:  2


Saturday, April 3, 2010

Getting ready to paint the decks

In order to glass over the existing windows, remove all the deck fittings a repaint, we have to keep her safe from rain. Probably should have started sooner than march, but there has been a lot of snow. Went to Lowe's and picked up about thirty PVC pipes and joints.






It starts to go up.





It starts to take shape.





We hang the tarp up.











Pretty neato. We used zip ties, which didn't even last a week. We came back to find the whole thing lying in the mud. Went back to the old drawing board, put it back up with bolts and nuts and used PVC pipe cement. So far so good, she made it a week.

Now that things are a bit more secure, everything is coming off and out, hatch covers, sliders, handles, instruments .. .

Seems like going back to square one.

This is the color of my broken heart. My teak faced bulkheads are out. Rotten on the bottoms. Not doing much good, were they? We lost all the nice trim boards that were attached to them, too. 

Head, meet dinette. Hanging locker, meet galley. Looks big inside now, and it also looks nearly as creepy as it did when we bought it. Nothing like demolition to make you feel really fricking sad. And fill your yard up with bulkheads and bow rails and stuff.

-- Post From My iPhone