I do a pretty hard detail on my boat a couple times a year but this one is taking on a new life of its own. Started with wanting t0o find how rain was working its way from above deck to the head floor. While there I saw a generally shabby condition that signaled time for a hard clean up.
The rain path was intricate from the tower down through the radio box then down to inside the windshield. Where it was seeping through screw holes down into the head and eventually the floor. Kind of neat crawling up into places that havn't been seen by man since the boat was laid up 17 years ago.
Along the way, it gave me a chance to get into parts of the radio box I had never bothered to visit. Radio box also serves as catchalls for some people. As I dug through, among the wiring I found not only things I had tossed in there but found goodies left by those before me. It gets you thinking about her previous ife. What did she look like new? As the Piranah what did she catch. As the HAndyman I knew some of her hitory. Kind of fun to see how different systems and repairs were done by different people thorugh the years. You look at some repairs or splices and shake your head how they lasted this long, while others that seemingly done very right had failed in short order.
You dig deeper. Stuff we just don't think about or take for granted that have escaped notice now take on new meaning. As I applied Alumaguard to the riggers and towers I sat and took notice of just how much goes into making one the right way. You start to count the welds, all perfect. You think about how precise every cut of every pipe needed to be . You then get into appreciate the craftmanship and marvel at how she has stood the test of time , rough water and not a lot of tlc along the way.
Back in the radio box you look at a mass jumble of wires. Each one having a job to do and routed though spaces so impossibly tight you swear its impossible to duplicate...That mass gets bigger behind the control center. So many systems in such a small boat all requiring those strands to go through daily stuff we take as routine.
While slapping varnish on the teak that was cleaned and sanded yeasterday you drift to exotic places where it took years to grow. Suddenly you don't curse it quite as loudly. As I venture in the cabin, the catch all traces above the bunks are tended to. Oooh there's a lure I caught such and such on... was wondering where it went... Wow! Look at that plug... remember the wahoo that wrecked it? ....... Aha! I was wondering where I put those.....
I dig under the bunks. Literally hundred of pounds of redundant parts that could be needed someday over in the islands where you cant get anything. You count up the outdated flare kits. No longer in date but too expensive to just toss away. In the cabinets behind the head there are bottles of cleaners who's lables date them to another era. CAn't remember the last time I saw Comet with a picture of "Josephine" on it.
I shampoo the carpet. I had no idea that it was that color. Other hidey holes reveal more goodies left by previous owners. Anyone need a jar of Uncle Josh's pork in "frog" pattern?
Way up under the gunwales I apply rust remover... Wow cockpit lights! Forgot about them... The bags of garbage are lined up on the gunwale for disposal. I climb back down to the ground.
Some polish and wax is applied to the transom but already I'm guaging the bottom job in front of me. Cant get there til I attend to the bilge first... Wait ... What about that chairs bushings and pedestal? While I'm there gonna be under that section of deck... May as well do some fuel tank work...More to follow as the detailng contiues...


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),She gets a mechanical tweak before and after that trip then another mechanical during the fall and another in season. This is a rare (ok first time ) in season top to bottom dooshin... It'll be interrupted somewhat for a mechanial over the next few days. (oil change, filter change, high pressure line change). Then I can do the bilges. And only then decide whether or not to paint the decks...or just wax.
Wind eased up and let me polish the rails forward. Dismantled the chair and will carry ariund town to find stuff that will firm her up some. Was all set to start the rigger tear down and straighten process and the heavens opened up... 