An odd and exciting week comes to a close. The plan was to begin finishing the spars this weekend, but Irene put a damper on that. Still, as far as disasters go, we came out very well.
I was back in the warehouse at work when the earthquake hit. The plant is just a few miles from the epicenter in MIneral, close enough we would sometimes go there for lunch. At first we thought a train was derailing – a track runs next to the property – but that idea was discarded quickly. The low rumble grew to a roar, then steel support beams began to wave and wobble, and decades of dust started snowing down from the rafters. Presses were running, and a few pressmen hit emergency stop buttons and ran for the door. By the time they got there it was over.
At home, signs anything happened were hard to find. Maybe a few cracks in this old house are a little bigger, but there are plenty of those, and you’d never know.
By Friday evening Irene was charging up the coast. I was the last person to leave work except for a security guard, shutting down the department and turning off the lights, and it felt like evacuating ahead of an invading army. My buddy John was there to the end, helping wipe computers. One by one we killed off all the systems we’d worked for two decades to keep running. We both agreed it was a great way to end it, with a friend. In a couple of weeks he’ll start a new job as photographer and web editor for a local paper.
The hurricane stayed off to the east, so we lucked out on that disaster, too. All day long, dark clouds galloped southward, spitting rain, and a blustery wind buffeted the tree tops nonstop, but nothing worse than we’d get from a typical summer thunderstorm. Still, it kept me from working outside. I spent the day sorting out boxes of personal items from work, and every couple of hours went out and dumped the water pooling in the covers on the boats.
I got started on another fun project, too. Back when I began this build, I hooked up a 90′s vintage digital video recorder, one of those that still uses tape, and put it on a tripod in the corner of the basement. You can see Terri waving at it here:
I set it to take one second of video every ten minutes, and turned it on whenever I was working. It’s a time lapse capture of two and a half years of construction compressed into a couple of hours. Yesterday I slurped all that tape into the computer. It’s a hoot to watch. I’ll get it all together, condense it down more, and post it in a few days.
Today is beautiful. Just stunning. The sky is a clear deep blue, the air cool and dry and breezy. We have the windows open for the first time all summer.
Time to pull the covers off and get started.
The partially finished masts and sprits have hung from the ceiling for over a year. They will now be cut to length and the ends shaped. Then the sails can be laced on to figure out hardware placement. Varnish the spars, mount the hardware, and that’s done.
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