Restoring Reverie

: The Art of Restoring & Sailing a Classic Wooden Sailboat


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Getting A Handle On Things

This spring, icy rain and violent winds kept me inside for many a day, here along the shore of Lake Michigan; rain, cold, sporadic clearing, repeat.    What’s important is the sporadic clearing.  There were some decent days, here and there. In those fleeting times, I jumped at the opportunity to get out for a good day of work on Reverie.  After a winter of ferocious gales it became a “beggars can’t be choosers” situation. I found myself going out in weather that was less than ideal but, conversely, less than tempestuous.

It’s like being out on an extended cruise; you realize you’ll never get anywhere if you wait for ideal conditions and, sooner or later, find yourself sailing in weather you never would have imagined. This cool, wet weather was great for tulips, though, and we’ve been enjoying a wonderful display of colors provided by the city of Holland making the Tulip Time Festival a spectacular one.

The time I managed to get some boat work in was quality time.  I was a relentless force of deconstruction.  The multi tool and sawzall got put through their paces and the deck is now completely removed with half the cabin top removed, as well. The hands on work aboard Reverie has taken a leap forward but new challenges revealed themselves during the dismantling. That, dear reader, is for the next blog entry.  This entry is about getting a handle on things and that we did.

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One of this past winter/spring projects was to get all the tools tuned up and ready for use. Over the years, more than  a few tools have arrived at “Roger’s Home For Wayward Tools” that were missing their handles or lacking in some other respect. They needed a little help to get them in working order.

There was that 1-1/2 lb. ball-peen hammer we would need for riveting the frames.  There was that handsome Dayton pattern ax that had had its head secured with several large, hex head machine screws hammered over like clench nails; its handle also needed stripping and sanding (with the added benefit of erasing the name of the former owner proudly scrawled in bold, black marker).  There was also a hewing ax that was missing its handle but would soon be put to service.  It was time to get a handle on things.

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Picking out the right wedge for the Council Tools Dayton pattern ax that needed its handle reset.

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A fine old hewing ax head getting a soak in vinegar and salt to remove the century of rust that hid its true personality.

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A finishing soak in baking soda and water to neutralize the acid and salt bath.  The blade still had a very sharp edge for being knocked about so many years.  Hand hammered forge marks and the folded cutting edge are apparent. “And what, pray tell, do you need a hewing ax for?”, you ask.  More on why we need a hewing ax in the next post.  Stay tuned.

 

 

Almost all of my chisels were in need of having their handles reset and some quality time on the Japanese waterstones.  Many of the blades needed to be hollow ground and lapped.  Hollow grinding is where you take the beveled side of the blade and run it over a grindstone to remove the middle of the bevel. This means less of the blade touches the honing surface.  Lapping is the process of making the flat side of the chisel completely flat.  This may not seem important but, avoid this process at your own peril; it’s an absolute necessity.

Most notable among the arsenal of chisels was the 2 inch wide timber slick.  A slick is a large chisel used where a substantial amount of wood needs to be worked such as in timber framing or working on the backbone of a wooden boat. For years, I used it occasionally but now am finding it necessary to use for some serious work ahead.  It had a broken old handle that I had reshaped and used awkwardly so I never really got to use it to its true potential.  Getting a handle on this beast is going to make less work in the long run and justify all the work I put into shaping a new handle.

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Here’s the white oak blank for the chisel handle with the tang fitting cut out using a fine-tooth Disston backsaw. The backsaw was sold by the T.B. Rayl Co. which sold tools in downtown Detroit.

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The handle taking shape thanks to the razor sharp draw knife made by the Ohio Tool Co.  It’s one of my favorite tools.  I’ve left the splatter of red paint on the handle to remind me of the trip to the emergency room that would be required if it were grabbed by the blade.  .

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The handle getting its first fitting on the slick.  Pencil lines on the handle are preserved to keep things uniform right until it’s finished. Being able to use this tool two-handed is imperative.  The worldly slick, with its handle, is 23-1/2 inches long.

It feels good to get some of these old tools back in working order and on to a life of continued use.  Quite often, preparation is the most time consuming aspect of any job.  Having all your ducks in a row may seem tedious and even unnecessary when they seem to hardly relate to the task at hand but prepare, we must.

Having usable axes and hammers with sturdy handles along with sharp chisels that cut fine, paper thin slices of wood is truly worth the effort because they save time and are safer to use than tools that are just “good enough”.  Sometimes, only the best will do.  I’m happy to have this out of the way and on to more boat work.  There’s no need to shake one’s fist at the weather when it’s not agreeable.  There’s always something to do.


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On the Death of Old Boats

March has arrived like a lion and we have entered meteorological spring!  While the Great Lakes saw some unusually springlike weather in February, we are now back to a decidedly wintertime feel. Michigan is known for it’s  changing weather but this spate of fluctuating, roller coaster mayhem leaves us scratching our heads.  It has been a season of extremes.

The gales of November and December gave us a run for our money and were a major factor in how to proceed with boat work.  Accompanying those relentless gales were lake effect snow showers that dumped on us for days.  Swirling ice pellets burned my cheeks in the hours it took to shovel out around Reverie to create some semblance of a work area.

Intersperse the death grip of Old Man Winter with unseasonably warm spells of total melt and torrential rain and you had a muddy mess of a work area. Take this cycle, repeat several times and you have our winter, in a nutshell. On a positive note, the warmer end of the cycle allowed me to clamber about the sheltered boat judiciously applying duct tape to Reverie’s tarp which survived another season.

Whenever it’s been too nasty to work outside (quite often), the indoor work has taken up the slack and kept us busy.  Capricious weather aside, winter projects have proceeded at a good pace with some long overlooked tasks checked off the list. Work on Reverie is proceeding and there is much to tell but I must first get something on the table in order to move along.

 

How and why we took on this restoration project is a bit cloudy now that we are several years along.  It happened and it is happening.  There are distinct moments  when things align and click; moments when you have to make a decision and act or that decision will be made for you. I suppose it’s all sequences and ratios but it’s also somewhat poetic.

As difficult as it can be sometimes, it has been important to focus on the tasks at hand.  We didn’t know exactly where this restoration would take us, but we knew it would be interesting.   When the portal of opportunity  began to open, it revealed the unexpected and unexplained. Things went from weird to wyrd.  We’re just along for the ride.

“The greatest loss of time is delay and expectation, which depend upon the future. We let go the present, which we have in our power, and look forward to that which depends upon chance, and so relinquish a certainty for an uncertainty.”

–  Lucius Annaeus Seneca

Once we began work on Reverie and accepted the task at hand, other boats began to appear in our periphery. It seems that looking at boats begets looking at even more boats.  One was sitting in Douglas, Michigan at a marina along the Blue Star Highway.

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It’s too late for this little cutter.

We drove by, one rainy day in April and saw this lone, lorn cutter isolated from the rest of the yard, rigging and sails still on; water from the downpour was gushing from her tired seams.   We got out and looked her over.  She was in worse shape than Reverie and certainly an uphill battle to get back into sailing condition.

There in the deluge,  I saw a much younger man with needs and desires that have trailed off like bubbles swirling in a rudder’s wake. I could see myself singlehanding this fine little cutter that measured somewhere around 28′ without the bowsprit and boomkin.  Even in her sorry condition, she exuded youth.  She was  a young person’s boat. She was a nimble courser waiting under rot and peeling paint to once again prove her worth.

She would have been ideal for the younger, single me. In days of yore, I would have been a happy otter content to recline and read books in a cozy bunk  in some quiet, out of the way anchorage. I would drink rum and wine and eat heartily only to weigh anchor on the next misty dawn setting sail for somewhere new.  She would take me to where I am now but I got here some other way.

For some reason, every  boat I come in contact with is a bit wanting for cabin space. Maybe, it’s through rationalization that I’ve prescribed to the Uffa Fox suggestion that, “if you want to stand up, go on deck”. Maybe, it’s because most people shop for boats by how much space and amenities are below deck and all these boats are throwaways.

I felt the “been there, done that” effect.  As seaworthy as her lines appeared, there simply was not enough of this little cutter for the two of us, a parrot and a dog to exist comfortably for any length of time.  I’m about 6’3″ and Julia’s close to 6′ so, we need a bit more elbow room.  Then, there was the nagging fact that we were already  restoring our own wooden boat.

Regardless,  I called the marina and talked to the son, who is the yacht broker there. He seemed politely surprised that I was showing an interest in such a derelict boat.  He said it was yard owned and gave the go ahead to climb aboard and have a better look.

Several days after that, the rain subsided.   Julia and I took a ladder and had a look inside. It was a sad sight, indeed!  It looked as if someone had walked away from the boat and never came back.  It was an overturned mess and felt desecrated like a sacked tomb.   Ports were smashed out, a dorade box was completely missing, the canvas deck and coachroof were completely shot.  This and more was allowing mother nature full access to the interior but still, there seemed a glimmer of hope.  This boat could have been restored.

 

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What a mess.

 

Nevertheless, I called the marina back and talked to the son letting him know how desperate I thought the situation was.  We talked about price and I told him it was only fair they get something for it  but that in essence, it was a “free boat”.  He switched from amicable, to petulant, to contentious  as I described what I thought.  All of the sudden, “the cradle was not included”, “there was a fortune in bronze hardware” (most of it was actually old school galvanized iron and steel), etc… .  I ended the conversation as politely as I could and left it at that.  About six months later, I heard the boat had been scrapped.

I thought there was more I could have done and I still believe that to be true.  I was so caught up in our own project, it would have been detrimental to the overall outcome to start taking on derelict, orphan boats with no place to store them. Then, there was the Anne Gail.

Anne Gail was  a beautiful yawl (or ketch) we found in a yard in South Haven.  Whenever we were in town, we would take a drive through the section of the marina yard where all the lost causes are kept to admire her fine lines and, there,  was another dream.

Anne Gail was actually of the size and design that would have been perfect for Julia and I to sail and cruise in comfort. Certainly not roomy by today’s standards but functional.  Like Reverie and other designs of that era, she had a narrow beam and deep keel.  She looked seaworthy. I did some searching of the name and found reference to her and that she had been sailed over from Ireland some time in the 50’s or early 60’s.

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She was a gorgeous boat and needed considerable work, as well.  Immediately, it was clear she needed a new stem.  Someone had halfheartedly  begun work on her and given up.  From the outside, she looked like a project but not beyond the realm of possibility.  For over a year, we would drive by to check up on her until one day, we found her in a most horrible state.

Julia and I were dumbstruck to see that this fine boat was in the process of being cut up and thrown into a dumpster.  What a horrible fate.  Looking at the cut up pieces, I saw nothing that showed she deserved this end.  There was simply nobody interested in saving her. Or, was there?  That’s the nagging question I keep asking myself as I come to terms with the loss of these relics from the past.

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The sad fate of Anne Gail as we found her, one November day.

 

Both those boats could have been saved.  Both those boats are gone.  I know it wasn’t us that would have been able to restore them because of our own commitment to Reverie.  Still,  I look back and think I could have have done more.  I could have posted their plight online and attracted somebody with the desire to save them. Why didn’t someone closer to the situation do that?

There’s a part of me that has to move past these losses and I have resolved to make any further discoveries such as these public.  I will make sure to spread the word and make as many people aware of the impending fate of any more boats we might encounter in our journeys. I won’t be lulled into the belief that every one else is admiring the fine lines and hidden potential; that everyone else is interested.  That is how old boats die.

The loss of these boats seems to me to be a loss for us all.  Their beauty will no longer grace the waters where they had surely turned many a head in their day.  In 2017, where slip after slip is filled with boats that were mass-produced by the thousands, it’s hard to imagine that that boat may be the only one of its kind in existence. For now, I can only focus on the restoration of our good ship, Reverie, and make sure she doesn’t come to the same end; at least, not in my lifetime!

“It is,  unfortunately, only too clear that if the individual is not truly regenerated in spirit, society cannot be either, for society is the sum total of individuals in need of redemption.” -C.G. Jung, The Undiscovered Self

 


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‘Tis The Season For Boat Work

Winter is here!  That means different things to different people.  For us, here at Camp Reverie,  it’s a busy time accentuated by the lengthening of each day. Today, we have sunset 9 minutes later than on the Dec. 21 solstice.   That means we’re packing up just a little bit later every day and getting more done with each passing week.

Winter has always been the time for boat work.  It was a time to take care of some of the large projects while the boat is out of the water and sailing is not a distraction. Endless projects  pile up during the warmer months that need to be addressed in the off-season. Projects, projects, projects; we sailors love our projects.

One of the reasons I look forward to winter is the fact that I can get outside and perform some of the heavy labor without heat and humidity getting in the way.  In the winter, you can always take off a layer if you’re too hot.  I haven’t been cold once this season. Keep it moving.

Thankfully,  we were able to take care of everything that needed to get done before the snow flew and have a formidable list to knock out before spring. Getting under the weather wire on the topsides project felt like a real victory as it left a clearer path to getting some other projects finished by spring.  There’s no hibernation going on here at Camp Reverie.  Well, maybe a little.

We can now get back to the removal of the deck and deck framing along with new sheer clamps and shelf, for good measure. Instead of hiding out from 90° F and 90% humidity, it’s lake effect rain showers,  lake effect snow showers and blistering cold winter gales.  I have had to shovel out a work area multiple times already and expect it to happen repeatedly over the winter.   Holland is in the Lake Michigan snow belt so we are no strangers to a stray flake or two.

One of this winter’s first projects was to measure out the  deck framing and sheer clamps to get a materials requirement for the new deck framing, sheer clamps and shelf.  I did that on a day when the wind was gusting up to 60 mph which shook and rattled poor Reverie.  It felt a bit surreal as I measured in the darkness with the aid of a shop light illuminating a small ring wherever I moved it.  With her interior removed, Reverie picks up vibrations from without and sounds sympathetic tones much like a stringed instrument.  On a good day, it’s pleasant and interesting.  In a gale, it’s a bit unsettling.

When the weather allows, I’ve been outside running rough lumber through the planer.  Last year, I picked up a nice 2″x 8″ x 12′ piece of white oak from Armstrong Millworks in Highland, Michigan. In late November, I paid a visit to L.L Johnson Lumber, in Charlotte, Michigan, where I picked out some nice 5/4″ x 12″ x 14′ southern yellow pine and some nice yellow birch for a furniture project.  The yellow pine will be used to replace the bad planks and , possibly, for the sheer clamps. Add to the mix about 100 board feet of rough red oak that was just sitting around and you have some work on your hands.

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There was 100 board feet of red oak and 50 board feet of  yellow birch on top of the boat wood.  No sense just moving it.  Let’s make it useful.

 

 

As soon as all the wood is processed, we can resume deck removal.  When I was on board measuring deck beams, I had a chance to look over the construction of the deck  framing and do not think the original builder of the hull and the builder of the deck/ interior are the same.  The hull is sturdy and overbuilt.  I am impressed by how well it has held together. The heavy frames with intermittent steam-bent frames is reminiscent of old work boat construction.

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Sturdy hull with lightly built deck framing and sheer clamp.  Part of the mystery.

Conversely, the interior and deck-beam construction leave something to be desired, in the way of craftsmanship.  The deck framing and interior won’t be copied from what was found.  Both the deck and the interior will be rebuilt as sturdily as the hull.  Instead of ash for the deck beams, there will be white oak.  The sheer clamp will either be of white oak or yellow pine with a shelf added to the sheer. More on that once the deck framing commences.

Winter shall proceed as such:  it’s outside whenever possible and lots to do inside when being inside’s a good thing.  Our front bathroom has become the varnish booth.  The fan works great for exhaust and we haven’t had any issues with fumes while I varnish up Reverie’s wooden blocks.

Stripping down the blocks and soaking them in hot oil was one of the first projects we did when we got the boat. The oil had over a year to dry so I gave them a sanding and have been dipping them in a can of spar varnish diluted with about 30% turpentine.  As I write, they have 5 coats on them.  They will get their sixth and final coat tomorrow and reassembled shortly after that.  All said and done, there will be close to 40 hours devoted to the block restoration project alone.

“O God! methinks it were a happy life,
To be no better than a homely swain;
To sit upon a hill, as I do now,
To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,
Thereby to see the minutes how they run,
How many make the hour full complete;
How many hours bring about the day;
How many days will finish up the year;
How many years a mortal man may live.”
~William Shakespeare – King Henry Vl

Along with the varnishing, there is always a bit more organizing and sorting of everything from boat hardware, to tools, to wood, to lp records, to books and to all the other things that get piled around and in the way.  We are removing the clutter and making a streamlined restoration machine.  I will leave you with a shot of some fine, vintage power tools that got new cords and cleaning as part of the indoor winter work.

Happy 2017 from Julia and Roger!  Thanks for following our project.

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Tools that are as old as Reverie!  Quality never goes out of style.

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What’s Done Is Done

“To come to the end of a time of anxiety and fear!  To feel the cloud that hung over us lift and disperse- the cloud that dulled the heart and made happiness no more than a memory!  This at least is one joy that must have been known by almost every living creature.”

-Richard Adams, Watership Down

 

Last night, a task was put to rest that has plagued the restoration project for some time.  Last night, as twilight fell, I wrestled the 20 x 30 ft tarp over it’s frame and  drove away knowing I was done stripping, sanding and oiling the entire topsides of the good ship, Reverie.  A November Gale was kicking into high gear on the entire Upper Great Lakes with our Lake Michigan seeing 50 mph gusts before midnight.  It had begun to spit and gust earlier in the day but I had to finish leveling and blocking the trailer before another Winter set in.  With Reverie buttoned up for the storm, level and covered, I felt like I finally had some good news to share.

The stripping, sanding and oiling of the topsides is now complete.  I started the port-side last year and finished about this time last November, thinking I would be able to get the starboard-side done in the Spring and move along.  I jumped into it last April with renewed enthusiasm and resolve to finish this most unpleasant task.  What was it about this task, this minor detail (on paper), that made me want to do anything and everything but what needed to be done?

There was, first and foremost, the mess.  Everything about the job involved a mess.  Large piles of scraped paint and toxic sawdust required constant vigilance and tidiness. In April I got about six feet working on the starboard side from the bow back.  Last Summer, we were in the grips of one of the most humid summers I can remember.  Wearing coveralls, gloves, hat, goggles and respirator was like some form of Medieval  torture .  Eventually, I  succumbed to heat exhaustion and decided to put the project on hold.

While the planning went on, the actual work on Reverie came to a quiet halt, for the summer.  Instead, we got out on the water and had some sailing days aboard our little Com-Pac 16, Prudence; 85° F with 85-90% humidity is bearable when you are 10 miles offshore.  We sailed and sailed until the weeds clogged our boat launch to the point of us almost getting stuck in invasive Eurasian Watermilfoil.  Keels and milfoil don’t mix.

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Just one of the brilliant days on Lake Michigan

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Invasive plants at Port Sheldon

By the time the weed situation shut down our sailing, we made time to get a thing or two done aboard Reverie.  Julia started removing the rest of the interior cabinetry while I did various odd jobs that needed to be done sooner than later.  She eventually removed enough of the galley to expose the engine which made it easier to get it ready for removal.

I ended up getting the last of the interior out with a hammer and pry bar, preserving only what would go back on board.  A lot of the wood had experienced some effect of leaking rainwater and had to be taken out of the equation.  We put everything into storage to be used as templates, if needed. The interior is so much easier to assess with all of the cabinetry removed.

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Reverie. happy to have all the rotting wood removed

By the time all this work was done, the weather had cooled down enough for me to buck up and get back to the scraping.  On a relatively large project, such as this,  it is a good idea to stick to tasks as distractions lurk at every turn.  Look, a bird!  Checking something off the list allows the mind to be released from further thought on the subject and proceed toward the end.  There’s a lot of that to come.

The starboard topsides proved to be a bit more of a challenge than the port-sides.  It seems a good deal of Reverie’s life was spent taking the hard knocks on the starboard side.  There, I found replaced planks (More on that later…  Much more).  There were areas that had been faired with what appeared to be an epoxy-based filler.  Oh yes, someone used 5200 for caulking the plank seams. I have seen 5200 recommended, in various online forums where free advice is handed out like champagne on New Years Eve; copiously and carelessly.  Dear reader, if you are ever thinking of restoring or maintaining a wooden boat and you choose to use 5200 to caulk seams, let me tell you, Old Nick has a special task in hell for you: eternity cleaning 5200 from plank seams.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you. 5200 will be used in this project to great effect, later on down the road but not here.

I had to modify my heat gun/scraping technique and managed to get the brunt of it done by sharpening a flat scraper and using it much like a cabinet scraper.  This produced a better surface than the method I used on the port, side reducing sanding time significantly.  It took 60 hours to scrape, sand and oil the port topside compared to about 80 hours for the starboard.

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Starboard Topsides scraped, sanded and oiled

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Port Topsides scraped, sanded and oiled. Trailer looks spiffy with some fresh primer.

The past few days were near record highs for November with temps around 70° F.  Both sides got two coats of piping hot tung oil and turpentine.  The boat smells wonderful! Reverie looks so different without the layers of cracked, peeling paint and exposed wood.

As the air pressure began to fall and the breeze became a gale, I put a quart of primer on the trailer.  It to looks happier.  I took a 12 ton bottle jack and it all rests  on cement blocks instead of the trailer tires. After I got the trailer leveled, I got the boat leveled a bit more.   It really helped to stabilize the whole thing and get the tires off the ground.  I gave the lug nuts a good soak of penetrant and plan put the tires out of the elements for the duration of the project.  With the wheels off, the brakes will be begging for an overhaul… .

Scraping, sanding and oiling below the waterline will go much better as there won’t be scaffolding involved and the paint seems to come off easier.  We’ll see.  For now, we can move forward and I no longer have that messy job to mess up my day. Today, my aches were a little less achy.  My step, a little more peppy. There’s a little vim in my vigor.   I even had to raise the rear view mirror in the car from so much slouching.  Yes, the world was a kinder place, now that that is done.  Onward!