After having seen one too many of these landscapes, (at least the surroundings were decent –
a beautiful sandy beach was immediately next to the boat works, which few other humans seemed to enjoy) it was time to call it, and put this Lady back into the water where she belonged. Damon was on edge after too many hours and too many days consumed by this, but having seen the detail and the extent of the work, it seemed a miracle if it DID leak. All were impressed by the work he had done, and how well it had set and cured considering the ridiculous weather we had gotten.
In fact, it’s snowing in this picture of the completed bottom paint. Also upon inspection of the propeller, it was not only clear of any sea creature encroachment,
but it was really shiny – I mean REALLY – a coppery-silver gleam. My ignorant self wondered what kind of coating he had painted it with. I even verbalized this query. Turns out he had polished it with a metal brush. Ahh. All about the details.
Getting ready the morning we put her back in the water Damon sheathed himself in the shell of clothing layers he had been wearing all week (no kidding — they were kept in a separate room overnight). I was pretty amused to see the rear in his favourite “dress” Carharrts.
I took a picture, mostly so he could see for himself: battle scars inflicted by some unruly hydraulic hoses he had wrestled with the day prior. At least he won. Kei’s just stoked to be getting some time in with her humans again. Her stoic appearance in this shot masks her elation. The lady at the boat-works would set out food for the feral cats. I guess the neighborhood’s dumpsters 20 ft away didn’t come across as sufficient. So Kei was car-bound, as it wasn’t so much the strange looking cats that caught her attention, as her hankering for cat food, that kept her in trouble.
The day Someday Lady went back in the water was a glorious sunny day. Of course it was!! But an ideal day for painting above the water-line, would turn, rather, into a day of watching her glide soooooo slowly down the rail lines back into the water. Our friend who had tugged us over was using the opportunity to pull out his boat, and Damon joined the team to wash, scrape and paint the underside of his vessel. The days’ lovely sunshine was prelude to a very wicked storm of heavy gale-force winds which brought piles of snow to even sea-level on our Island. We waited it out at the government wharf in the sheltered cove. Still tandem with the tug boat, Damon added to our attractiveness some tires he had “rescued” from the local mechanic to use as bumpers. You know, just to be thorough.
Only days later (after ferry cancellations spanning the entire fleet servicing Vancouver Island), on Saturday, Damon sent me a picture message while I was at work of him sprawled out on the bow with nothing but flat water, blue skies, and the sun shining down on him while the towed her back around to her home. I guess he better enjoy the romance whilst he has it!!