Coamings Removed

Progress status: S-L-O-W

The last few weeks have seen showers off and on. My routine is to come home from work, eat dinner with the family, help bathe and ready the kiddos for bed, walk the dog, then head out to the boat and scurry under the cover and do what I can until dark. I marked my boat maintnenance achievements by counting screws/bolts that I was able to remove.

But I was really looking forward to some serious messing about this Memorial Day weekend. After some rain on Friday, the weather report looked so good I might even be able to leave the cover off overnight. I got home Friday evening, did the routine, then raced outside and finished mowing in the drizzle and twilight. I was primed and ready to go Satruday AM.

That night around 2AM, my wife got violently ill . Poor thing, she didn't get out of bed all day Saturday. And I was on kid patrol all day. They were great, we had a good day, but to put it bluntly - I was pissed. Not at anyone or anything, just pissed. (Sorry Honey and kids.) But at least the yard was mowed.

By Sunday evening she had rejoined the land of the living (and the selfish and the pissed), and I managed to get outside and tear the the coamings off. It was theraputic, until I split the first coaming while trying to pry it away from the cockpit wall where it was quite stuck with lots of butyl sealant that was used to, well, seal it.


Here is the evidence and the tools used. The first needs no explanation, even for me. The middle one is a Stanely "nine in one" tool I got a Hell-mart. It's advertised use is for scraping paint, nail removal, etc. Tim L. recommended I get one and I'm glad I did. The third is a pry bar thingy I got at Sears. It has a claw on one end and curved wide prying blade on the other. Great for serious prying - and house clapboards as well. Both of these tools are made to be wacked with a hammer and thus forced into crevices. Useful.

I decided I was too ginger removing the first coaming. Granted, I was still trying to figure out how they were attached, but that's the one I ended up splitting because I pulled too much before I pried enough to break the butyl's hold. With the second one, I was merciless and pounded the prying tools in between the fiberglass and the wood, working my was forward from the aft end - came off like a charm.

Next task is to cut the stripped bolt on my aft chainplate knee so I can remove the rear chainplate. Also, I need to build some shelves in the garage so I can actually use my workbench.

Thought for the day: I've decided it is really unfair and frustrating to aspire to the manic restoration and maintenance schedules of the other folks on the forums I frequent. I had thought I was being realistic, but really, the sooner I learn to accept that I can only do what I am able and when I am able - given the very real limitations on time, the work on the boat won't be getting done any slower, but, on the contrary, I'll be able to work at it smarter, more efficiently, and inner peace (gag) will be one step closer.

Quote: Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

The weather hasn't been cooperating and progress on the boat has been painfully slow. During one of the many rainy days, I grew tired of researching my impending recore job, and dug out Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance - a fitting parallel and also one of my favorites. Anyway, here's a quote that translates nicely to sailing - at least for me.

... This is grassland now. We are on the prairie. ...flatness and great emptiness as far as you can see... In my mind, when I look at these fields, I ... feel a thing about these parairies I have given up talking to others about; a thing that exists here because everything else does not and can be noticed because other things are absent. ...It's here, but I have no name for it.
- Robert L. Pirsig

A Work in Progress

My intent - besides trying not to bore - is to document the ongoing projects and maintenance and perhaps give some bit of inspiriation to others like me; 9-5ers with abundant demands on time as well as funding, with little to no experience working with fiberglass or wood workng, bereft of any mechanical ability... I could go on, but I'll just stop there, I think my point has been made.


There's a lot to be learned and a lot to be gained, and a long road ahead. But it certainly seems like a worthy pursuit...

A Brief History

In 2001, I sold our first sailboat, our beloved 1978 ODay 22, Evelyn, named after my wife's late Grandmother. We owned her for four years and had many good times aboard with family and friends.

But if the truth be told, a short time after I got used to the boat, its size and sailing characteristics, I was in the market for 'the big boat'. I was bitten.

Hmmm. I suppose that's not the entire the story. In retrospect, I remember dragging my very pregnant wife to North Yarmouth, Maine to go visit Mr. Tim Lackey and Glissando - then a work in progress, and now a totally restored and truly amazing and pristine one-of-kind Pearson Triton. I had found his website on the internet, and along with, many others, eagerly followed his progress as he meticulously documented his restoration.

Not so coincidentally, that started my infatuation with the early fiberglass sailboats of the 60's, especially the Carl Alberg designs.

We were boatless for four years, but I was continuosly looking. Then, I came across the Pearson Ariel Association Forum and started lurking and ogling the many excellent restorations projects there. Then someone from Maine posted an ad that was in Uncle Henry's, a New England classifieds rag which I regularly checked, but had missed this particular week.


I called the owner, emailed back and forth a couple of times, and finally went up to Belfast with my son Jason to have a look and he gave his 3 year old stamp of approval. That was the Fall of 2004. In the following Spring, I made an offer and had Mr. Lackey survey her. The truth and surveyors can both be brutal. :)

In any event, a deal was struck and I finally took possesion of Spirit Song, imperfections and all in July of 2005...

First look at a 1967 Pearson Ariel

This is Sprit Song as I first saw her in Belfast, Maine in the Fall of '05.

It was indeed 'love at first sight'. Corny? Yes, but true.

Her current owner had been looking after her nicely, and she'd obviously been lavished with affection from prior owners as well. Soon, time and funds permitting, it would be my turn...