You never know when it's coming, but you know it's coming. It's the boat building disaster. Every boat construction project has one: a mistake, slip, error, or accident of such magnitude that is appears that there is no way to recover, at least not without hours upon hours of rework and substantial expenditure of additional funds. Coping with this moment is the true test of a boat builder's skill, ingenuity and emotional resiliency.
I managed to finally get up the gumption to get out and do the sanding that I wanted to get done before stitching together the hull of my Eastport Pram. My motivation level shot up, as I could now enjoy that single most rewarding part of stitch and glue boat building, stitching, where in just a few short hours the hull of a boat emerges from a pile of plywood.
Indeed, I quickly stitched the first set of planked to the bottom. It was getting a little late in the evening, but I figured I would spend a few more minutes and get the added boost of getting the second set of planks started. That's when I noticed it.
|The rabbet should have been where my finger is.|
But it's not.
So, how did I deal with it? Did I collapse into a piteous pile of despair? Or, did I rise to the occasion in a solid display of boat building fortitude?
|"Inlaying" wood in the bad rabbet.|
|All fixed up!|