It's been cold. -15F every morning this week. I drive down toward the lakeshore and pass a tree removal company, the workers in their Carharrt suits, trimming from the top of their bucket truck. The lake is calm and intimidating. It's on the cusp of freezing. I shudder at the thought of being on the water, but take some comfort knowing that Papa's shop is heated.
Today we start laying out bulkheads and forms. The plans show all of the individual sheets of plywood and how each piece is pulled out. We number the sheets and I begin to realize that the jigsaw is about to become my best friend. Papa shows me how to scale the drawings with a ruler. 1 inch equals 1 foot. We double check dimensions, Papa is very thorough in verifying my moves as I measure and cut. I find myself rushing, going too fast, and making mistakes.
Slowly, the pile of plywood turns into an assortment of shapes. We decide to leave the transom solid for the time being, because I'd like to cut a more aesthetically pleasing motorwell. The current angle cut shown on the plans, accommodates a small outboard and the tiller, but a bent tiller handle could be used to go over the top and a smaller opening for the motor could be used. I'm constantly trying to visualize the final product, because this type of building is so new.
There will be lots of time spent on details(and sanding) later, but I use them as a carrot to keep me focused on the big picture and the next step.
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