Of Tik Taks and Kayaks (and a little
hypothermia)
February 26/27, 2016
When last
we left the Boathouse, the Tik Tak Kayak had gone 3D and had
it's first coat of paint. The saga continues.
Today, we had a new player, Graceland (on the left.) She is a friend
of Hailey and Patience, and took to painting right away.
Paint paint paint. It took 2 quarts to get here, and we got one
more for the touch ups that will occur during finishing.
I try to teach them: Start painting in the middle and work out,
that way you are not leaning over fresh paint.
They went out for a break - paddling one of the Tik Tak Tens. Then,
Hailey came in, soaking wet. She and Patience were using the Tik
Tak Ten as a Standup Paddle Board, and there was a mishap.
The
physics of two people in a SUP is different than one.
They were getting better, but that only means they kept pushing
boundaries.
Eventually, the inevitable happened and they both went in. We pulled
them out, dried them off, and sent them out again. This time, they
were smarter.
After the girls left, I started playing with the kayak design again.
This is coming along slowly, but it is coming along.
Deck rib meets gunnel. Mark boldly, my friends.
Time to switch gears again - this is the paddle that will be going
with the Tik Tak - made from scrap spruce from the kayak.
A family stopped by, Tim, Sandy, Caitlin, and Cole.
What do you do with a family at the Boathouse? Put 'em in a boat,
of course.
If this write-up seems disjointed, that's because it is. I tried
cutting mortises in a kayak gunnel with brad points and a chisel.
It took FOREVER and didn't come out right - but now I have a set
of brad point drill bits and drill stops. I made an index out of
scraps and nails.
The girls were back - for assembly, this time. Hailey was blowing
the dust off the pieces.
The family came back - safe and sound.
Time to put the Tik Tak together. Glue glue glue, then screw screw
screw.
There she goes - minutes away from a boat.
Sorry for the scattered write-up. Sometimes the pictures take themselves,
sometimes . . . they don't.
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