Monday, December 10, 2012

Whiskey Plank

In old-timey shipbuilding (the best kind), the whiskey plank was so named because at this important milestone in the construction, the last plank was attached and the hull was complete. Shipbuilders would mark the occasion with a dram (or more) of whiskey.

And so although my boat is not those ships "which in old days moved earth and heaven," it still ploughs the same seas and bends to the same winds that caress and torment this world and the men and women who voyage out on the watery wild.

Last week it was time for a glass of fiery Talisker!

This shot, peeking over the transom, shows the buoyancy and surprising size of this boat. It's a big 17-foot boat.

You can also see the grublike bundle of plastic sheeting I've been using to wrap over curing epoxy to hold the heat in from work lamps. Works pretty good.


Anonymous said...

That Talisker is still around? You know it doesn't get older in the bottle. The boat really looks curvy now. Dare I say it could technically float and carry people at this stage?

S R Wood said...

If it doesn't get older does that mean time STOPS in the bottle? I thought that was just a song. Seems like I'd better finish what's left (not much) right away.

Yes, it would float if I launched it now!

EyeInHand said...

Congrats! The very phrase elicited a pavlovian response, and I thought I tasted a bit of scottish single malt.

Looking very boaty now. Good for pausing and admiring on a regular basis.

S R Wood said...

Thanks, Barry! Yes, I have trouble progressing because now it's boat-shaped enough to stop and stare at, daydreaming.

Babs said...

WoW! Really looking very boaty now. After a few glasses of the Talisker and squinting your eyes, I bet you can see it sailing around the Delmarva--with you at the helm, of course!