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boats don't float and they are full of holes!

2/12/2015

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amidship port; after the purge

Boats don't actually float.  They float and sink according to their weight.  They sit in water by displacing the water.  My cement boat displaces water, but isn't made of buoyant material. yes, cement boat. seriously.

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amidship port; completed.
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Boats are full of holes.  intentional holes.  Theyre called through hulls.  We hook up hoses for exchanging liquids in and out of boats....like holes in our bodies.  Except our bodies don't sink and perish if drink too much water.  Boats do. And yet they are surrounded by water.  Its a little crazy an a little exciting.

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exterior; before grinding and painting
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The Griffin; exterior completed.
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Moving forward, the rebuild

2/11/2015

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amidship starboard before the rebuild
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amidship starboard after the rebuild
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amidship after stripping the boat
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amidship; completed.
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dirty dirty work

2/11/2015

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The roof was white lino, caked with mold.
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continued

2/11/2015

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Galley, during the purge.
Aft starboard cabin completed from above
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Galley; stripping, grinding, and epoxying
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Galley completed.

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companionway; during the purge
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companionway; completed.

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salon; completed.

Salon; stripping, grinding, epoxying.
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50 feet of boat

2/10/2015

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So, I've decided to embrace this technological tangle by blogging, to share the details of my projects and adventures with those I love, especially those far away, and to start to brush out all this mess into something meaningful, beautiful and helpful.  

I'll begin by blogging about an enormous project I took on 3 or 4 years ago, I can't honestly remember how long it's been.  Suffice it to say, it's been a hell of a lot of work...way more work than I ever anticipated.  But totally rewarding.  Not as rewarding as having a child.  Both my boat and my child will always demand.  But, rewarding in another sense.  My boat will never warm my heart by laughing or smiling, but it will take me places, offer me freedom and empowerment when I control it, like a wild animal.  For those of you interested in buying a large boat, but green to it....read on.

I was Such a dreamer when I finally got my hands dirty in the Griffin....she was completely full of black mold, she reeked of it....she was full of the previous owner 's possessions.. ...everything from his clothes, his family photos, old computers, tools, dishes, fossils, even his false teeth. Dealing with all the stuff was huge. Sorting it, cleaning it.

After that I began ripping apart her interior, anywhere there was mold, it had to go.  I suited up into full mask and suit, with crow bar, hammer, and saws, I gutted the majority of the woodwork interior.  Ripped out all the 70s Lino ceiling and shag carpet which was black from mold.  I shudder even thinking about it.  I gutted it right down to the hull, washed the hull, ground the hull and entire ceiling, right down to her skin, wood and cement.  It was dirty, dirty work.  


Why? Why do all this? because I had this crazy and wonderful dream of living aboard, sailing around the world, and travelling 'for free'.  those were the anticipated dreams.  I may still yet live and realize those....but I was rewarded in so many other ways, along the way.  I learned.  So much about boats, about time and commitments.  About doing shit yourself.



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