So we get out the four sling device (less than that and we would risk squishing KJ’s great bulk) and haul my darling up and out onto the hard. It’s funny, I remember clearly how utterly nerve-wracking and intense this was the first time. Now it’s much more relaxed & feels like a “normal” event, although still exciting. Brock thinks it’s mostly exciting because there aren’t any bad spots that will rack our bill up into the 10s of thousands.I appreciate that too, but mostly I fall hopelessly in love with her all over again when I see her curves and beautiful lines.
Getting the perspective is one of the fun mind-twisting things. I usually consider our anchor quite beefy and tough, esp when compared to most anchors on boats around here. And yet when I look at it in relation to the entire boat, it looks more like a little Tinker-toy anchor. Wouldn’t want one any smaller, that’s for certain!
Great tools make all the difference. We’re working with some good sanders and it is going quickly. Speaking of which, I need to get my butt back out there and up on the scaffolding! Can’t wait until the After pictures are ready – she’s so pretty then!