Thursday, June 19, 2008

Glassing the hull

This is a big day, my first day of laying in the fibreglass. I have to time it right because after glassing the inside of the hull I have to let it sit until it is tacky and then trim the edges.

Sheila and Nancy come by walking their dogs so I accompany them up the woods road and back. Nancy points out some twinflowers (Linnaea borealis) growing on the side of the road. They are tiny, and true to their name the flowers are in pairs. She shows us how you can pick them, hold the pair of flowers to your nose with one flower for each nostril, and sniff their wonderful scent. I never knew these tiny little flowers were so beautifully scented!









The fibreglass looks and feels very silky. I swept the floor of the Garden House so I could lay out the various pieces, measure them and decide which ones I would cut up for the inside of the hull. I have to leave enough fibreglass for doing the second kayak that still sits in Peter's barn.

I mark the inside of the hull with a line of masking tape about 3/4" above the upper chine seam. This will be the limit of the fibreglass inside the hull.

I select one piece of fibreglass and lay it inside the hull with one edge along the tape on one side of the kayak, holding it in place with more masking tape every 6". I cut the piece so it lays flat, covering the entire bow end of the hull up to the tape line on the other side. I trim it and tape it into place. I do the same for the stern end of the hull, and then cut a small piece to fill the stern end.

The two large fibreglass pieces overlap at the middle of the hull.







Once it is laying smooth and flat, covering the entire inside hull, I remove the tape holding the fibreglass in place and begin mixing and spreading epoxy with a small foam roller. The roller is only 3" wide, and the foam about 1/8" thick. Mike had warned me that this would be difficult, that the fibreglass would tend to lift off the hull as I spread the epoxy, and it was true, but not as hard I expected.

After covering the entire layer of fibreglass in epoxy and it is sticking to the hull, I took a plastic squeegee and scraped off the excess epoxy and smoothed the fbreglass into the seams, squeezing out all bubbles of air.

The bow end had a fold of fibreglass that was difficult to do well, I should have cut it to eliminate the fold.

About the time I was finishing up, Mike arrived home from work and took a look at what I had accomplished so far. He said it looked good. Now I could take a break and leave it to get tacky.

The last time I had to leave the epoxy to get tacky, it took four hours, so I planned on leaving it for four hours again, meaning that I would have to return to the kayak around 8.30pm. I had dinner and did a few chores around the house, listened to the radio for a bit and then finally went over the Garden House to see how it was doing, around 7.30pm. It actually was beyond tacky, four hours was way too much time. So I started trimming the fibreglass and removing the masking tape line. It was rather difficult because the epoxy was already too hard, so there were bits of the tape that I could not remove. However by 8.30pm it was done as best I could.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Lupins, lupins, lupins

Today I had errands to run in town so I spent a little time on the kayak spreading a epoxy on the inside of the hull, in preparation for putting in a layer of fibreglass.

In town I checked my email and had dinner with Carolyn at Paddy's Pub, fishcakes and salad.

I took some photos of lupins on the road between Fritz's house where I am staying and the Garden House where the kayak is taking shape.





The lupins are pink...










blue...










purple...










and a mix of colours....










Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Sanding in the rain

Spent the day sanding and touching up some of the epoxy. It rained heavily, I was going to go home after a couple of hours but didn't feel like cycling in the rain so I ended up working quite a bit longer than planned.

I have gone back to my list of steps and added another night, to make 15 in total. A week ago I had 14 nights on my list, and now after several days working on the kayak I actually have more nights to go than I did a week ago! I haven't reduced the list one whit! And I haven't even started the difficult parts!

I was talking to Nancy the other day, she was admiring the work I had done so far and saying that I would be able to build my next kayak twice as fast. I told her there was no chance I'd build a second kayak, one was quite enough for me.

Nancy remembered when her husband Peter and Mike were working on this kayak hull. She said they quit because they were tired of working with the epoxy. They were working on two hulls and one of them was supposed to be for her, but Mike advised her to look for a second-hand plastic kayak because the wooden one was not likely to be completed any time soon, if ever. So that's what she did.

I told Nancy I didn't blame them for quitting at all. I'd have to be pretty strongly motivated to do this again, and right now I can't think of anything that would motivate me that much.

Went for an evening bike ride, now that the rain has cleared, temporarily. The roads are soft and muddy, the mosquitoes numerous, but my bike runs faster through the mud than mosquitoes can fly.

The lupins are out now, and gorgeous. They line all the roads here, ranging in colour from deep blue to pale pink. Some are multi-coloured, the upper and lower lips of each flower on a spike a different shade of blue or red. But I don't have my camera with me, so no photos, you'll have to imagine it.

Monday, June 16, 2008

Ways of knowing

Considering this was a do-over day, I can't really claim to have had a productive day, since I was really only catching up to where I should have been a few days ago.

However.

It felt good to refill the seams right this time. I feel like I have finally figured out the epoxy and how to get it right. I felt really confident this time around. Well, tomorrow I'll check my work and see if I really did get it right, but I am pretty sure I did.

I wrote yesterday that I was learning skills I don't really want, and in a way that is true, but I think there is something else I am learning here that is worthwhile. I feel like today is a kind of turning point, I had some insight that allowed me to correct old mistakes and feel confident about proceeding. For the first time I actually feel like I can go beyond the written instructions and improvise as necessary.

I am trying to put my finger on exactly what has changed besides growing familiarity.

Later, I thought I had lost my pocket watch, I thought it had fallen out of my pants pocket. As it turned out I had merely misplaced it, but for a couple of hours I retraced all my steps since I last remembered seeing it, and could not find it.

Several times during the search I was distracted, first by my effort to distinguish between between white, yellow and grey birches, then between red and mountain maples, then aspens and white poplars. I'd stand staring at one or more of these trees trying to get some sense of it as a unique tree, different from others of its genus but similar to others of its species. Then I'd remember that I was looking for my pocket watch and continue on, scanning the ground.

Then I saw a trail that I had not been on in awhile and decided to follow it, rationalizing that I would resume the search for the watch when I returned from that trail. But by the time I had finished following that trail, I decided to give up the search for the watch. I had this sense that it was not in any of the places that I was looking for it, that it was somewhere else altogether and there was no point searching further.

And sure enough, that was true. I did find it very shortly after returning home, in my pyjama pants pocket. I would never have thought to look there, I didn't even remember wearing them. But when I happened to glance at them while doing something else, I suddenly realized that was where the watch was. Finding it was anticlimactic, I already knew it was there.

I am reading Piers Anthony's On a Pale Horse, a science fantasy story about a man who murders Death and must then take its place. At one point Death has a conversation with Nature (in this story there are five personified "Eternals": Fate, Time, Death, War and Nature), in which she, the Green Mother, describes to him five different ways of knowing, represented by symbols made up of five lines.

Serial lines: ordinary linear thinking, good for most learning situations.

Parallel lines: powerful conservative thinking, fast and strong, leading to a virtually certain conclusion.

Radiating lines: Divergent creative thinking, going in all directions and not necessarily limited by current circumstances.



Pentagon formation: Schizoid thinking, going around in circles getting nowhere, internalizing. Good for coming to terms with an ugly situation.


Intuitive formation: A sudden jump to a conclusion, not the most reliable but sometimes effective.


Nature suggests that all five modes of knowing are useful for different occasions. I like the metaphor. A panoply of learning tools.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

My water cure

It seems that I take two or three days off at a time, I guess there is some wisdom in the idea of a two-day weekend.

I was feeling rather discouraged this morning, about life in general and the kayak in particular. It seemed like a lot of work and very little progress. And the work is not particularly fun, messing around with glue and fibreglass. As I told one person last night, I am learning skills I don't really want. After listening to The Sunday Edition I was still feeling unmotivated, so I thought I'd take another day off from the kayak. Instead I'd tackle another job that needs doing, digging a hole for a new outhouse.

After consulting with Mike I decided to dig in the area of an older outhouse. Mike was pretty sure it had not been used in at least five years so it was probably well composted by now and I wouldn't run into anything unpleasant. This proved to be the case. And additionally, there were no rocks or roots to impede progress.

I have had a runny nose for a couple of days, and I was assuming it was an allergy of some kind but while digging the hole I began to think that actually it was an oncoming cold. So I decided I needed another water cure: drink lots and lots of water and take large does of vitamin C.

In a way, it was kind of a relief to realize I was sick, it explained my rather negative feelings about the kayak and life in general. I don't know if getting discouraged makes me sick or getting sick makes me feel discouraged, but whatever, the two are definitely related.

Moving the old outhouse over the new hole would be nice but the old structure is not in great shape, it would probably collapse if I tried to move it. Not being willing to invest a lot of time effort and money into this endeavour, I simply covered the hole with some old plywood I found lying around, so this is an extremely basic "outhouse", it doesn't have a roof or a seat. My idea is that it will be fine in all but heavy downpours, and in that case I will use the old outhouse which is still usable but not on a regular basis.

Digging the hole and covering it with boards was a matter of an hour or so of work, I spent the rest of the day sitting around drinking water, reading, and listening to the radio. Not too exciting. Ruth came by to ask if I wanted to go to Drumming Night, I declined. I think it might be the last Drumming Night of the season, but no point pushing things or passing this cold on any more than I already have.

The bread I bought at the Market is very good, I'm happy with it. It's a heavy sourdough bread, made with rye and wheat flours and lots of sunflower seeds. And it's a double loaf, two loaves made in a single long narrow pan, so I could easily break it in half and put one half in the freezer for future use.

I opened a can of salmon and had a lovely open-faced salmon sandwich for lunch, and a salmon salad for dinner. Went to bed early with a chamber pot handy; all this drinking of water is going to have an unfortunate effect during the night.

While writing this I heard something on the radio about Couchsurfing.com, a project to connect folks who travel with folks who can put them up. A way to meet locals and immerse yourself in local culture if you're travelling; and to meet travellers from away and hear about their adventures while showing off your own community and locale if you're hosting. One host and one traveller interviewed said that the experience really improved their view of human nature, that the people they met this way were really good decent folks.

Town day all day

I went into town today to do some shopping and see Dennis and Jack playing at the Farmer's Market in Wolfville. I also took in some laundry in hopes of doing it at Carolyn's.

I was intending to buy groceries at the Market, but somehow I have a hard time mixing social activity with shopping. I ran into several people there that I wanted to stop and chat with, and all I really managed to buy was one loaf of bread that I picked up before I ran into folks. Sigh. There was Lynn and Pete and Barb and Aunah and Leon and Carol...

Lynn said a bunch of them were going to Paddy's later to hear Peter and the band the Dungaree Brothers play so I made a mental note to join them if I could get my shopping done. Then I looked at my list and mentally crossed off half of it, the rest I picked up quite quickly at Rafuse Building Supplies and Eos.

I spent some time wandering around looking for a coffeemaker but didn't see anything I liked. My current one is a cheap one-cup coffee press that doesn't filter the coffee grains very well. On the one hand I'd like something that does two cups and on the other hand I want something really small, obviously an unreconcilable conflict of interests. I suspect I am not going to be able to get a new coffeemaker until I come to terms with which feature I want to give up, size or capacity. So for now I am stuck with coffee with coffee grains in the bottom of my cup.

I very much enjoyed the time at the pub with Lynn and Co listening to the Dungaree Brothers. I even bought their CD from Pete. Some friends of Lynn's Betty and Darryl were there. Darryl works in the Athabasca Tar Sands and gets a free trip home every twenty days. He's a bit of a celebrity, people kept patting his shoulder as they walked by our table. When he's at work he lives in a Shell camp about 60-80 km out of Fort McMurray. It is completely outfitted with recreational facilities, but the landscape is destroyed and the mosquitoes are ferocious. They haven't even started producing oil yet. Lots of money though, and a good deal warmer than here right now.

Lynn talked me into going to the Hupman Brothers dance later in the evening, something Carolyn had invited me to but I had declined, not being much of a dancer or a big fan of loud music. So I got my laundry done and waited for Carolyn to go to the dance. Carolyn was on call this weekend and unfortunately got a call in the afternoon that kept her busy until almost 9pm. After nuking some veggies and a quick change of clothes she was ready to go, we got to the dance around 10pm.

I joined Lynn and Pete and Aunah at their table, but we didn't talk much, too loud to hear. During intermission Lois came by to chat, asking about my plans. She said her partner Brian was set to retire but she had no intention of retiring, she loved doing what she was doing too much. We also talked a bit about Belize, which it turns out she visits often to study naturopathy with a woman in San Ignacio. Brian wants to write a book, but I didn't catch what it was about, due to the noise factor. He's been involved in setting up recycling and composting systems in the Valley, so I am guessing it has to do with his experience there.

Linda also came by and asked where I lived, she was confused. She'd see me then she wouldn't, she didn't know what was going on. I told her I didn't either. My confusion is exemplified by my truck, an NS plate on the rear, a BC plate on the front.

I am sure Carolyn had a great time, I wish I did. For starters I was already tired, 10pm being my normal bedtime. And it was very loud. I would have had more fun if I did what Carolyn did and got up and danced the night away, but I didn't. Said my goodbyes around 11.30pm and left. Ran into Carolyn's son Kurt having a cigarette outside. We chatted a bit about his girlfriend who is leaving soon to teach in Taiwan for a year, his envy of me living in his parents' house on the land in the Harbour, and my experience building the kayak. I said it sounded good in theory, building a wooden kayak, but in practice it is a lot of work with epoxy and fibreglass, wearing a respirator and latex gloves.

I drove up the mountain around midnight. For some reason I couldn't see very well out the rear window so had some difficulty backing into the driveway, I suspect my truck is parked rather oddly now. That's me, confused and odd.

Friday, June 13, 2008

Filling hull seams

Really nice warm sunny day today.

I filled seams in the hull and applied really thick epoxy to the stern stem.

It was a couple of inches thick and it started to smoke. The chemical reaction between the resin and the hardener generates a lot of heat, it's not noticeable when it is in a thin layer, but when it is thick the heat builds up.

The epoxy swelled up and was already hardening before I had finished applying it.

Later I went back and tried filing it down because it was quite hard.

It looks like I will have to redo the seam filling because the epoxy I used was too thin and it ran. I used some dark red stuff called microballoons instead of the wood flour. It's not as absorbent so you have to use more, and it is very light and fluffy. When mixed in, it made the epoxy look like blood. Later I found some white microballoons and used that in the thick epoxy in the stern stem, with a bit of wood flour to give it some colour. Not that it needs it, it will be completely hidden when the deck goes back on. But I think if I refill the seams I'll use the white microballoons for thickening the epoxy.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Remove the frames

Well as much as yesterday felt productive, today was frustrating!

The instructions said "Remove the deck from the hull and then the frames, then fill any seams with glue that need it..." implying that "removing the frames" was some simple task. Hah!

Removing the deck was simply a matter of loosening the strapping tape holding it in place and clearing space on my worktable to put it down. The frames inside the hull were quite another matter. They were actually glued in place several years ago, using craft glue. There are five of them, varying in size from about five inches to two feet across.

I spent most of the day trying to remove those bloody frames from the hull. I did in the end succeed, but it was a two steps forward and one and seven-eighths back kind of process. Basically, it involved applying heat to the craft glue holding the frames in place to melt the glue, and then wiggling the frames to loosen them. All I can say is that the glue hardened as fast as it melted, wiggling was barely even possible. I tried different methods, and I can't say that any method I tried was better than any other, but I did somehow get those frames out more or less intact after I don't know how many hours of effort.

After finally "removing the frames" without actually taking a sledge hammer to them in frustration, I then had the tedious task of picking/filing/sanding off the remaining bits of glue on the inside of the hull. Mike came by to inspect and gave his nod of approval. He didn't comment on the burn spots on the inside of the hull where I had done more than just melt the glue.

I thought I would have time to do something relaxing like going for a walk, but I was quite exhausted after today's work. I did attempt a short walk after dinner but the mosquitoes were daunting. I stopped to pick a flower that I wanted to identify and they swarmed my face and got me in several places around my right eye, I then ran home with my little flower. It turns out to be Moneses uniflora, the One-flowered Pyrola. Now my right eye is swollen up, as is the right side of my neck, thanks to the wasp. The insects here are unforgiving.

I could hardly stay awake after that. I lay down on my bed and tried to read, but had no energy for that. Finally I got up and laid a fire in the stove for the morning and knit for a bit to stay awake long enough to listen to CBC Ideas. The minute it was over (at 10pm) I was in bed and on my way to sleep. I can barely remember what the show was about, and I got all of three rows of knitting done.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Taping the deck seams

Finally, a productive day!

I arranged with Mike last night to help me put the kayak deck and hull back together tonight. This is temporary, I will take it apart and put it back together again at least one more time after this.

As a reminder of yesterday's events my neck is swollen red and itchy. Several people have told me I should have applied mud to the sting right away, and they are probably right. I think I have spotted the wasp nest, just outside one of the doors of the Garden House. It's quite small right now. Mike says whack it with a 2x4 and run like hell.

What I have to do today was glue fibreglass tape in the three seams of the deck, with extra layers over the reinforcing plates fore and aft of the cockpit. But I had to do it early enough that the epoxy could get tacky before Mike got home so we could then put the deck back on the hull.

I file the rough spots in all the seams and sweep out the epoxy dust. I measure and cut pieces of glass tape for all the seams. Then I mix a small batch of epoxy and put a thin layer in the front centre seam. I lay down the first piece of tape, but obviously it was not enough epoxy. So I put more in, spreading it with a paint brush. I have to add epoxy twice before it seems that I got it right.

I am playing this by ear now, I really am not sure how much I need. I am wearing the respirator and latex gloves, I keep ripping wax paper to put under things to keep the epoxy from getting everywhere. Then I remember that I have an old T-shirt to protect my clothes so I put that on too.

I mix more epoxy and spread more epoxy in the seams and lay out more glass tape and try to smooth out the bubbles with my gloved fingers. Finally all the seams are done and also the extra layers on the reinforcing plates, so I can clean up. It is 2pm, which gives me two hours till Mike gets home.

I clean the brush with acetone and after making sure everything is in order, I go back to my place to have lunch. An hour later I go back to check on the kayak. The epoxy is still pretty wet so I am wondering if it is going to be tacky by the time Mike gets here. The brush is stiff, I obviously didn't get all the epoxy out of it so I rinse it again in the acetone.

For a break I walk down one of the other trails to Peter Fader's old house.















It looks pretty good from the outside, but inside it is a mess and you can see that it is rotting. There is even a mushroom growing from the wet fibreglass insulation spread over the floor.

Shortly after 4pm I check the kayak again, the epoxy is still not tacky. I leave a note for Mike and go back to my place for tea.

Around 4.30 I went over to Mike's and he has just arrived home from work. He saw that the kayak was still wet so he suggests we try to put it together after dinner. The bottom line is that it has to be done today, so I sure hope the epoxy is tacky by then.

We get talking about kayaks in general and the ones Mike has built in particular, and we look at his skin boat in the barn. It is an Aleutian design, with a canvas skin spread over a wood frame. Mike says there are pros and cons to this design, the weakest point being the canvas he used for the skin. He says that if he could do it again he'd use different material.

The skin boat has an interesting bow design. Mike says it is intended to look like a sea otter floating on the ocean. It also extends the length of the kayak without necessitating making it wider. In effect the kayak has two bows, the first cutting the waves, the second riding up on top of them. It certainly looks sleek.

Later we go back to the Garden House and the epoxy is finally ready, so we lift the deck off the sawhorses and put it on the worktable, then put the hull up on the sawhorses and the deck on top of the hull. We tape it down and it looks pretty good. I check the paint brush and it is stiff again so once again I rinse with acetone, and then decide to leave it in the acetone overnight. I hope that is OK. Otherwise, I do have another brush I can use.

So, I have learned that this epoxy does not cure very fast. It may be the humidity or the cool temperatures, hard to say. But I shouldn't count on fast curing at all. I hope my neck is better tomorrow.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Wasp attack

Today I was planning to get a lot done on the kayak to make up for two days of doing nothing. But things conspired...

Sheila came by with her dogs and cajoled me into a walk with her and the dogs. I did a bit of gluing after that and then went home for lunch. A little later I returned to the Garden House and was just reading the instructions to see what to do next when a wasp attacked me. It just dive-bombed my neck! I tried to brush it away but it got me good. Within minutes I could hardly move my head the pain was so great. So much for getting any further work done. I went home to get some baking soda to apply to my wasp wound, and sat down with a notebook to figure out how long it was going to take me to put this kayak together.

The time to build the kayak is more about how long it takes for the epoxy to cure than about the actual work I do on it. So essentially I counted the nights that I had to leave it to cure, and I got a minimum of 14 nights. So if I worked straight through I could have it done in two weeks. But that would allow no time for shopping, especially for the hardware I will need for finishing the kayak. The actual work between nights is not a lot, occasionally as much as four or five hours, but often a lot less. So realistically I think I am looking at three or four weeks at a reasonably leisurely pace. A month here will not be a hardship.

To assuage my need to feel like I was doing something, I did make a list of things I needed and drove into Canning to pick them up. Canning is the nearest town with any stores: one grocery store, one drugstore, one hardware store. I went to the hardware store and they had everything on my list except scissors and tongue depressors. I went to the drugstore and they had the tongue depressors and kids' scissors and one pair of barber scissors. I was hoping for something a little sturdier so I checked the grocery store but they didn't have any scissors. So I went back to the drugstore to get the barber scissors. I told the cashier that this was the last pair of scissors in the whole town. As I was paying for them, she reached under the counter for a pair of scissors to cut something and I was staring at them, they were exactly the kind of scissors I was looking for. She saw me staring and said No you can't have them! and we both laughed.

On my way back home I stopped to talk to Trish who was weeding her garden. I haven't seen her in probably thirty years. We ended up chatting for over an hour, about everything imaginable, we seemed to flow all over the conversational map. She was all bundled up in a parka to keep the black flies at bay. The summer that I went out west and met Sam's Dad she house-sat my cabin on the land and took care of my dog, Poco. We saw very little of each other after that. Today she was saying that the dog she has now reminded her of my old dog Poco, and his penchant for porcupines. I ended up giving Poco away to someone who would take him far away from porcupines and he lived happily ever after, but I haven't thought about him in a long time.

Monday, June 9, 2008

Truck repairs and a bike ride

I was planning to work on the kayak today but ended up going to the Valley instead. I called Canadian Tire to make an appointment for the truck tomorrow, but they offered a time slot today instead so I went. Then I went to Carolyn's to check email and upload blog posts, didn't get out of there until 6.30pm. Got home starving, made a burrito, then went for a bike ride along the shore, the Long Beach Road. It was a hot sunny day, seemed a shame to spend it in the Valley.

I cycled along the shore road until I came to a spot where the road meets the beach. I remember this spot, this is where I got the stones for the foundations of my cabin in the woods back in '75. We had a big one-ton truck, a jitney, and we (Ian, Peter and I) drove it down here to the edge of the beach and loaded up with beach stones (it's a stony beach, not sandy). Then we got in the truck and tried to drive back up onto the road and couldn't do it, the truck wouldn't budge. I didn't want to give up any of my beach gravel, we worked so hard to get it onto the truck.

What we did was, we got out of the truck and loudly said, Forget it, let's just leave it here. We walked off the beach and up a little hill and down the other side until we couldn't see the truck at all. We stopped and waited quietly for a few minutes. Then we ran as fast as we could back to the truck, jumped into the cab, started her up and drove her off the beach. Magic.

Tomorrow it's not supposed to be so nice but the weatherman hasn't been very accurate lately. On Sunday Fritz asked if anyone had seen a weather report for the next few days and I said No, but whatever it is it's wrong. They certainly didn't get it right this past weekend. They kept changing the forecast: Saturday was going to be warm and sunny, then it was going to be cold and rainy but the warm sunny weather would come on Sunday. Well, it never came at all. There was a bit of rain but mostly the weather just teetered on the brink of going either way, hot or cold.

At great expense the truck now has all new shock absorbers, and I can't tell the difference at all. Over $500 for apparently nothing.

PS: I have finished writing blog entries for my Belize trip. You can go here to find links to the second half of that trip, in early May (May 1-5).

MzOdell's day off

My day off, no work on the kayak. I am fairly religious about The Sunday Edition on CBC Sunday mornings, I try not to go anywhere between 9am and noon. After that is the Vinyl Cafe with Stuart McLean, then Wiretap. I can listen to Wiretap for short periods but lately I find it a bit grating. So if I get it together I have an hour to go out before Tapestry comes on at 2pm. CBC just takes up half my Sunday!

Stuart McLean did his show from a dome car on a Via train this week. He started out talking about Sir John A (as we Canadians like to call our "founding father"), how he had this dream of protecting the northern half of the continent from the voracious Americans down south. He was completely driven by this dream. Stuart said that the magic fairy dust that Sir John A used to achieve this dream was the railroad, he believed that an east-west train route would tie us Canadians together as a single nation, create an east-west axis to counteract the southward pull. And that the fairy dust of the railroad still works its magic in our lives, even though we think that the rails have long since been superceded by highways and automobiles. All our cities are on the old railroad lines, and many of out large and small towns. Many of these would never have existed at all were it not for the railroad. We Canadians are a very urban lot, far more so than Americans, and we all live in railroad towns. The rail route still ties us together.

The trains still run, mostly for freight but also for carrying people in a more luxurious manner than airplanes or buses. I could relate to that, I crossed this country several times by train, mostly riding coach but later being able to afford a berth. My first couple of trips by coach were epic journeys in smoke-filled coach cars. By the time you got to your destination, five days later, the air was almost unbreathable and everything you owned reeked of that awful coach car smoke and stale sweat smell.

On the westward journey some folks would start drinking when the train was barely out of Toronto and by the time we hit the prairies there was always one or more really unpleasant drunks rolling around in the stinky coach cars. At Hinton, the little godforsaken gateway to the Rockies, the train would stop and the Mounties would come aboard to remove the more obnoxious drunks. You had to put up with them across the prairies but they took pity on you when you were about to enter the magnificent mountains. Also at Hinton you could get off the train and stretch your legs, breathing deeply of the fresh mountain air before you had to return to the very stale coach for the final leg of the trip.

But I digress. I went into Wolfville in the afternoon to go to a concert with Carolyn, the Dazzling Divas. Carolyn's sister Heather played the piano while two women with magnificent operatic voices sang a selection of opera arias and show tunes. I have not heard voices like that in a very long time. Very powerful, they filled a large hall without any amplification at all. The divas were accomplished singers and actors, they acted the parts that the arias and show tunes represented most colourfully. Quite the show. The hall itself was wonderful, with great windows on either side that gave it a very light airy feel, and it was furnished not with rows of chairs but clusters of large couches, armchairs and coffee tables so that you could sit very comfortably and casually in groups or on your own. Most of the audience was my age or older, a few younger people scattered in the largely white and grey-haired folks. I guess that kind of music just does not attract youthful listeners.

In the evening Carolyn and I went to see the film "Bank Job" at the old Acadia Theatre. Very tense British thriller apparently based on a true story. I was on the edge of my seat right through to the end, and kind of glad that I had a long drive home afterward to calm down. But definitely a good film, if you can handle the tension.

On my drive home I realized I had no flashlight to get the several hundred feet down a windy forest trail from the truck parking spot to the house. But I did see that the moon was out so I was hopeful that there would be a bit of light filtering through the trees. I remember that I used to walk these woods at night without a light in my youth, and hoped I could still do that.

The other thing I remembered was one car drive home to the Harbour in someone else's car when the driver, Michael, wanted to see if we could coast all the way from the brow of the mountain to the Harbour, a distance of about 5 km. So after making the final turn onto the Baxter's Harbour Road he put the car into neutral and turned off the engine. We "drove" silently by the light of the moon alone, gaining speed on the downhill stretches, then slowing down as we climbed the next little hill. The car would come almost to a stop at the top, but not quite, and then we would gain speed once again going down the other side. There were three little hills like that, but the downside was always longer than the upside and we were successful. The silence and the darkness were so delightful, we didn't talk at all on that little trip, and there were great whoops of joy when we arrived at the Harbour without having touched the gas.

I am not willing to turn the truck off altogether and trust to the light of the moon, but still I do try to see how far I can coast without touching the gas pedal. It's fun.

And I did manage the dark walk to the house at the end. There was very little moonlight, just odd patches here and there. Mostly I felt my way. The darkness feels enveloping, almost claustrophobic, but I keep my eyes up and somehow that helps. Trying to see the ground just doesn't work, it makes the claustrophobic feeling worse. The hardest part was trying to get the key into the door, it turned out I was trying to insert the carkey instead of the doorkey.

And that was my day off.

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Trimming the glue

It must have been a productive day, I ache all over. This reminds me of building my house in '75, for six weeks I went to bed every night in pain and woke up every morning in pain. These days it's my lower back and wrists and hands.

I took my bike out this morning for a ride around the Harbour, I took the road along the coast to Black Hole, and stopped along the way to follow a trail that looked like it lead down to the shore. The trail wound through the woods and finally petered out altogether. I could glimpse the ocean through the trees but there was no trail leading down that way and I didn't want to take a chance on not being able to find my way back. So I gave up and turned to return to the road.

Wow! When I turned there was a beautiful little waterfall and rock grotto right there. I completely missed it on my way down, and only saw it when I turned to go back. Quite amazing.

It was so nice to have my bike out again, the roads through the woods and the Harbour are perfect for it.

I stopped at the Garden House on my way back to do a little work on the kayak. The glue in the seams needed to be shaved, ground or sanded down. Mike left his spokeshave for me to use on the deck seams. He had also told me to buy an axe file which I did, but I had left it back at Fritz's house.

The spokeshave worked very well, but a lot of the epoxy is quite hard now and needs more than shaving. I went home for lunch and afterwards returned with my file. I filed the seams until I was satisfied that they were fairly well rounded off.



The next step is to glue and fibreglass the underside of the deck. I untaped the deck and removed the last remaining wires. However, the deck was stuck in one place, I couldn't move it. Some of the epoxy had leaked through the centre seam onto the bow frame and glued the deck to the frame. I was supposed to put down wax paper to prevent that from happening and didn't so I am lucky only one spot was glued together.

I went back to Mike and Ruth's to see if they were there and if Mike could tell me what to do or help get the deck unstuck. Mike brought his handy Japanese saw from Lee Valley Tools and was able to saw through the glued part to release the deck. Ruth came along also to see how the kayak was doing, she was impressed. Always helpful to have others think you're doing well.

We lifted the deck off the hull and moved the hull down to the floor and lay the deck upside down on the horses. We looked it over. There are quite a lot of epoxy drips that will have to be removed. The spokeshave won't get in there and Mike thought the file wouldn't be enough, the epoxy was quite hard. He thought I would need to grind the drips off. So he went back to his place to get a grinding wheel to put on the drill, and in the meantime I measured and cut some reinforcing strips of plywood to go fore and aft of the cockpit.

The grinding wheel worked OK on the epoxy drips but it was hard work. I had to wear the face mask to avoid breathing the epoxy dust and the drill and grinding wheel were heavy to hold and guide. I had to be careful not to grind the very thin plywood of the kayak deck.

Eventually I had done as much grinding as I thought I could. Some drips were too deep into the hull (there were drips on both the deck and the hull) to get with the grinder. Then I mixed up some epoxy and glued the plywood reinforcing strips to the underside of the deck. I looked at my watch, it was 6.40pm! Time flies when you're having fun! Or something...

The kayak doesn't look so much like a kayak anymore, with the hull and deck separated and the deck upside down. It'll be awhile before it goes back together again. And the Garden House is filling up with epoxy shavings, time to bring back the broom and clean the place up a bit. As Mike says, the Feng Shui of it all is important too.

Mike says that properly there should be fish (salmon) carved into the bulwarks and sides. He has one that he did on the rear bulwark of his kayak. This is to keep the boat afloat. I don't know if I can do that. But I think I can sweep the Garden House.

Friday, June 6, 2008

Little white flowers sparkle in the forest

The woods are full of little white flowers now, wild strawberries (Fragaria vesca), starflowers (Trientalis borealis) and bunchberries (Cornus canadensis).













Dotted everywhere.

As if they were bright stars sparkling on the forest floor.

The sarsaparilla (Aralia nudicaulis) and the clintonia (Clintonia borealis) are flowering now too.



Ferns are still unfurling but many are open now. The bracken looks like little fists on tall stems. One fist opens into three little fists, each one on its own stalk. The three little fists open into yet more tiny little fists and finally they open into bracken fronds.












When the bracken is at the at the single fist stage, ants seem attracted to it. One day I noticed that just about every bracken fist around Fritz's house had at least one ant on it. The ant doesn't do anything, it just sits there on the bracken fist. What does it want? Why is it just sitting there? Sometimes an antenna twitches but mostly they don't move. Then the other day I noticed a daisy bud with an ant on it, just sitting there. I looked around and found that each daisy bud nearby had its own ant. What are they doing? They don't seem to be eating it, they are not tending to aphids (some ants keep aphids that they "milk" for honeydew). I like to imagine that they are attending to the birth of these buds, that it is somehow a magical event for them. Or maybe they are contributing in some way to making it happen.

I've been trying to identify mosses and lichens as well, but that is difficult. I once took a course in these plants and you pretty much need a microscope to identify the mosses and various chemical tests for the lichens. However, some of them are identifiable to the genus level and there are a few that are sufficiently unique in appearance that you can identify the species by sight.

Mosses are ancient plants, sometimes referred to as "primitive" because they don't have the features of more modern plants. They don't have well developed roots, and they don't have flowers, they don't stand up well and they are always small. But they are the pioneers among plants, probably among the first colonizers of dry land in very ancient days, and still the first colonizers of bare rock (with the exception of lichens). They don't depend on well-developed soils to survive, but they do need lots of water.

The other thing about mosses is that they don't have common names. I think that the more easily identified ones used to have common names but we seem to have forgotten them. I used to have an old book of "primitive" plants and it gave common names for almost all of the plants described in it, but I have not found any reference to those common names in more recent guides. And I've forgotten all but one of them, the Step Moss. Mostly because that one is so apt and it's a moss that I really like.

The Step Moss, Hylocomium splendens, is one of the three most common mosses in the woods here. Very delicate, each branch is like a tiny fern frond. It gets its name from its habit of putting out new branches from the middle of an old branch, giving it a stair step-like appearance.

Polytrichum commune is another common moss, it stands erect in single stems, like a tiny spruce seedling with "needles" radiating out horizontally from that stem.

Pleurozium schreberi is the third common moss. You find it in thick mats, springy but dry. It branches unevenly, not in even fern frond formation like the Step Moss. The guide book I am using calls it the Big Red Stem Moss because of its red stem, the old book I used to have called it the Shining Moss, I guess because the mats of Pleurozium have a vaguely shiny appearance. I like that name better.

Not as common but still quite frequent and easily identified to the species level is Rhytidiadelphus triquetrus. What a name, eh? I wish I could tell you its common name but my memory fails me here. It was something that made me think of dancing woodland elves. The common name in my modern guide is Gooseneck Moss, which just doesn't do it justice, I'd rather call it by its formal Latin name than that. To me, its branching form does look oddly like a gaily dancing figure, arms and legs akimbo.

We have lots of Sphagnum here, the moss of very wet boggy places. Apparently you can identify it by colour, but I haven't attempted to do that yet. A very large mat of Sphagnum can look like an abstract painting, with patches of different colours, all the shades of green from dark forest to lime yellow, and rusty reds as well. Stepping into a mat of Pleurozium is pleasant because it is soft and dry, a mat of Sphagnum not so pleasant because it is much wetter and your foot is bound to sink low enough for water to get into your shoe.

I saw one liverwort the other day on my walk to the waterfall. It looked like a black tracery on a light-coloured tree trunk, probably a maple. At the time I assumed it was some kind of moss, which was close since liverworts are close allies to the mosses, but when I looked it up it turned out to be Frullania, an epiphytic liverwort. I always love finding liverworts, to me they seem like rare old plants. But you often see one of the more common ones on very wet transplants from nursery greenhouses, they seem to thrive in the moist warm atmosphere of greenhouses. I suppose because they don't have to compete with more complex plants for space and light there.

I can tell you a little about lichens, but not much. As you may know, a lichen is actually a symbiotic pairing of a fungus and an alga. Scientists have identified the various fungi and algae involved, but have been unable to cultivate these separate organisms into a single lichen in the lab. Lichens can grow on bare rock, they don't appear to need any soil at all. They can also survive in very dry and cold environments, probably the hardiest land organisms there are.

The pale green hairy stuff that grows on forest tree branches is commonly called Treebeard or Beard Moss, its Latin genus name is Usnea. So-called Reindeer Moss belongs to a lichen genus called Cladina. It is finely branched and makes fluffy looking mats on rocks among mosses. When dry it is brittle and crumbly but when wet it really is soft and fluffy. Another lichen I like but that is difficult to identify to species is Cladonia; it forms little spikes of various shapes and sizes from a flattish disk of lichen adhered to rocks. Several of them have bright red tips on the spikes and one of these is called British Soldier Lichen. Some spikes are topped by little cups, some spikes are branched. They can be anywhere from one to five cm tall.

Cold morning, truck safetied

It was a cold clear night last night, I had the bedroom windows wide open so when I woke up at 6am it was very cold and I could hear the brook in the vault. I was snug and warm in my bed and hated to get out of it.

Last night I went by the Garden House to check on the kayak and decided to pull out all the wires even though it was probably too early for that. At first I was only going to pull out a few from the seams that had been glued the night before, but one wire led to another and soon they were all gone.

It was still light out so I walked down to the Harbour. The sun was setting over the Bay of Fundy and the tide was out so the Harbour was empty of water. There were a couple of little motorboats sitting on the rocky bottom. At the far end is a waterfall from a culvert under the road, I wonder if that is Fraser Brook, the little brook that runs through the vault behind the house I am staying in.

When I lived here in the '70s there was a government wharf in the Harbour, but that is long gone and the rocks that held it in place are scattered. That wharf was not well protected from storms on the Bay, it regularly got damaged and had to be replaced and I guess once the fishing deteriorated the government quit funding the replacement.

Now there are small cottages along the shore there with nice views of the Bay and the rocky beach. You can see the basalt pillow lava extending out into the Bay.

I had to go into the Valley for my safety inspection appointment this morning, on the way I stopped at the Garden House and checked the kayak.

It seems to be OK in spite of having removed the wires early and it being a rather cold night (epoxy does not cure well in the cold). I mixed up a little batch of glue and glued all the spots left by the wires. So later today or tomorrow it will be ready to turn over and deal with the underside of the deck. I am afraid I might have glued the deck to the frames inside the hull, as I neglected the rather crucial instructions to put plastic or wax paper between the deck panels and the frame pieces, however Mike thinks it's OK. I guess I'll find out soon.

Truck passed inspection flawlessly! The garage owner was extremely impressed with the truck, even calling over some of his employees to examine the underside when he had it up on the hoist. "It's from B.C.!" he explained to them. Trucks the age of mine are usually completely rusted out here, but mine is---well, not exactly pristine---but pretty damn good! Shoulda photographed it! Anyway, I now have a nice N.S. plate with the Bluenose on it (the Bluenose is the Nova Scotian sailing ship that won the America Cup many decades ago, it also appears on the Canadian dime, and you can get a ride on the Bluenose II if you time your visit to the province right) tacked on the rear of the truck. Too bad they only issue one plate, I'd love to have one on the front too!

Thursday, June 5, 2008

More glue and meeting the locals

It rained during the night and was cloudy most of the day. Towards evening the sun came out and it looks like we're going to have a clear night and sunny day tomorrow.

Last night I had dreams about the epoxy, mostly about having it get into my system through my hands and poisoning me. I guess I'm kind of nervous about using the stuff. I use latex gloves and I have a mask for when I am doing fibreglassing, but Mike says I don't need it for gluing the seams because I am mixing up such small quantities of the stuff at a time. But I am a bit nervous that I am not being careful enough. All that wiring has left small cuts on my fingers so I really don't want to get any epoxy on them.

Today I finished gluing the kayak deck seams, I only spent about an hour on that. When the glue has hardened I can remove the wires and glue the spots where the wires were. When that is dry and hard I can turn the deck over to glue the undersides of the seams as needed. The point is to ensure all seams are full of glue. If I get the wires out and the gluing done in the morning, then I can probably turn the deck over in the evening, but I am supposed to take the truck in for safety inspection in the morning so I don't think that will happen. Wouldn't you know that I have to go into town on a sunny day!

Last night Mike said there was mail for me so I walked out to the mailbox which is on the main road up a ways from our access road. I got there just as the mail people were delivering mail. The box is used by three households in addition to myself, so there's quite a bit of mail in it. On returning to the land I met Sheila who lives in Willy Schofield's old place that our right-of-way crosses. Sheila and her husband have lived there for eight years now and have a landscaping business. I have run into Sheila walking her dogs in the woods before but this was the first time we introduced ourselves and chatted. She invited me to join her out walking her dogs, a corgi and a black lab, sometime.

On my way back to the house I stopped to photograph the lady's slippers which are now in full bloom and Nancy came by on her bike with her dog, a sheltie. I invited her for tea but she had a list of errands in town to get done and was just walking the dog in preparation for leaving her home alone. She invited me to drop by her place anytime. So I'm feeling like this is a very friendly place and I could fit in here quite nicely.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Gluing deck seams

I spent a couple of hours in the afternoon trying to tweak the wires on the kayak to get everything to line up but didn't feel like I made much progress. Mike came by and said we could fix it in the evening after supper.

In the evening we rewired and retaped the kayak, Mike trimmed the bow and stern ends so that it all fit. I had not used nearly enough tape, Mike doubled the amount of tape holding the deck to the hull. He showed me how to mix the epoxy, we added some wood flour (very fine wood sawdust from a belt sander) to thicken the epoxy and we used dental syringes to start gluing the seams. We didn't finish the job but I got the hang of mixing epoxy and applying it as glue to the seams. Sometime after dark we cleaned up and locked up.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

More wiring

I thought I was getting my truck safetied today, but the garage cancelled the appointment due to unexpected construction delays. So it kind of broke up the day. Because I was planning to go into the valley mid-afternoon, I did not spend much time working on the kayak. But I did spend a couple of hours finishing the wiring. Unfortunately the results were not great, I ended up with a fairly serious mismatch of the four deck panels at the bow end.

Since the safety inspection was cancelled and I couldn't proceed on the kayak, I collected some very old slabwood at the Garden House to use for firewood at my cabin. As it turned out most of that wood was rotten and unusable, but I did get a little bit of usable firewood. Some carpenter ants have moved into the heap of firewood at the Garden House, I have disrupted their nest and they might move out. Although the risk is that they will move out of the firewood and into the building, not really an improvement. And I think there are some wasps building a nest inside the Garden House, I'll have to do something about that.

The other day there was a bat in there, it flew around trying to get out while I was working on the kayak. I kind of saw it out of the corner of my eye but I was focussed on the kayak and just thought it was a large insect (it wasn't very big), until Mike came along and pointed it out. Eventually it gave up trying to get out and hid in a wall cranny, where I managed to photograph it. I was hoping it would come out and fly around again, and I tried to gently poke it into action, but all it did was open its mouth and make threatening biting motions toward my stick. It had no intention of coming out until the coast was well and truly clear.

In the evening I managed to catch Mike on his way to a community meeting, he said he had looked at the kayak and seen the problem and that essentially I had to tweak the wiring until all the panels lined up properly. He would have time to check it tomorrow night and then I could start gluing it. Mike said once he'd shown me how to mix the epoxy and apply it I would get the hang of it and be able to proceed on my own.

While making my dinner, the propane tank gave out and the stove burner quit. My dinner was far enough along that I could use the microwave to finish it, but I was not sure how to detach the propane tank to get it refilled. Mike showed me on his own tank how it was done and loaned me his wrench for that purpose. Then he went off to his meeting. I got my tank detached and put it in the truck to take into town tomorrow and returned the wrench. Stopped by to chat with Ruth over hot chocolate, before heading home before dark. I was so tired! I accomplished so little today but I could hardly keep my eyes open.

A day in town

On Monday I had to go into the Valley to look after a bunch of errands. I needed to buy strapping tape for the kayak and lightbulbs for the Garden House, I needed milk and yogurt for myself and I wanted to get my driver's licence and truck registration.

As it turned out there was a huge line-up at the Access office, more than an hour's wait for my turn to do the paperwork. Amazingly, they still have records of me on their computer from when I last lived here, in the early '80s. The woman told me that they put all their active records on computer in 1986-88, and my vehicle registration or driver's licence was considered still active then, even though I left the province in 1985 and switched to an Ontario licence and registration. She also told me that she had already processed four others moving to Nova Scotia from out of province, this weekend must have been a big Move-To-Nova-Scotia event. Well, it was the Apple Blossom Festival this past weekend, perhaps that's why everyone is moving here!

In the evening I went to Paddy's with Carolyn for dinner and Open Mic night. Jess Cameron and Sarah Pound and Rose played while I was there, also a mother and daughter pair who were very good. It was their first time. I left early because these days I have no stamina for late nights and loud music. Carolyn suggested we get together this weekend to go paddling. She has two kayaks, one of which she's never used, so she wants to get out on the water with both of them. Sounds like a plan to me! Assuming of course that the weather holds.

Got home around 10.30pm, although I missed the turn-off for the right-of-way and ended up right in the Harbour itself. Then stopped briefly in the old garden field to look at the stars because it was a clear night. After so many years living in the city, it seems especially rare and special to be able to see so many stars.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Kayak wiring

My main task today was to finish wiring the deck together. It simply involved continuing to drill holes and insert wires, between the central deck panels and the side or sheer deck panels. To go any further I need strapping tape, which I plan to buy in town on Monday.

I went into town with Ruth for the Drumming Circle at Heather's. All I can say about that is that I feel like I have no sense of rhythm at all, it's really hard to keep up with the rest of the group who seem to know pretty well what they are doing. Although Ruth says she gets lost too sometimes. An hour of that takes it out of me, I am concentrating so hard on what is happening that at the end I can hardly think straight.

Slugs and ferns

It rained heavily during the night but had pretty much stopped when I got up this morning, and it had warmed up. The morning was cool and misty. I went out with my camera and took some close-up pictures of ferns and moss, and also of a small slug eating a mushroom.

At first I had the flash on and after a couple of photos the slug was a little disconcerted and hiding his head under the mushroom. But after a while he re-emerged and started eating again and I took a couple of photos without the flash.

I picked a couple of fern fronds to try to identify them, one was easy, the Long Beech Fern (Thelypteris phegopteris), but the other was hard but I think it was a Lady Fern (Athyrium Felix-femina). I found a frond from last year of the fern and it had the fruiting bodies, which turned out to be horseshoe-shaped, an indicator for the Lady Fern. I also found some Oak Ferns (Thelypteris phegopteris) growing nearby, very beautiful little ferns. Their shape makes me think of a big smile, like all these little ferns are just grinning from ear to ear.

I saw one Lupin flower stalk with little purple flowers at the bottom. There are many Lupins (Lupinus polyphyllus) along the road here, but only a few flower buds. Mike told me about some trilliums growing by the old stained glass workshop and I found those, the flowers have already bloomed and there is little left of them. The lady's slipper flower buds are getting to look more and more like flowers, they should be open very soon.

I looked up the different kinds of maples that live here. There are four: Striped, Sugar, Red and Silver. So far I have seen the first three, I don't think there are any Silver Maples in these woods. The Striped Maple (Acer pensylvanicum) really does have whitish stripes on the young branches and trunk. the Red Maple (Acer rubrum) has reddish tinged new leaves and bright red twigs. Young Red Maples even have reddish trunks.