O/C in Salmon Arm.
Good trip up yesterday after spending the night at son Jim's
, but anything over sixteen feet and under eight he rejected.
In the first hour or so he found six logs all ranging in diameter from about fourteen inches to eighteen inches, two of them were perched on other logs and were easy to roll out onto the sand and gravel. The other four he had to pry up and out of depressions they had settled into.
Once free and out on the slope of the beach they were all easy to roll further down, but then they had to be turned and rolled so that they all were close together, this proved to be more strenuous but by mid day he had them all positioned and lying tight together.
The tides had for the last week been rather average so he decided to take a chance that they would remain so for a few more days and had positioned all of them just below where the tide had last retreated after coming in.
He took a brief rest while he opened and ate a couple of raw oysters washed them down with a bottle of water.
Back to work, he worked the rope he had brought in a weaving pattern of under and over each of the logs, he did this at both ends then angle spiked the two outside logs on either side, next using long sticks he windlassed the ropes as tight as he could twist and nailed the two sticks to what he was now proud to call a raft.
Realizing that intent on his work he hadn’t noticed the passing of the afternoon, so he gathered up his tools, repacked the knap sack and headed for the trail. As he started to enter the beach he paused then turned and went back. Taking out his last coil of rope, Bob fastened it to one end of the raft and as there was no outcrop nearby he rolled a large boulder from the edge of the bush out onto the beach and fastened the other end of the rope to the boulder. Satisfied that his precaution would ensure that the raft wouldn’t stray if he was wrong about the tide, he shouldered the knap sack again and headed down the trail.
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Had to put the car in garage as engine light stays on. Just waiting to hear what's up.
Here is next piece of Water Borne.
Good trip up yesterday after spending the night at son Jim's
, but anything over sixteen feet and under eight he rejected.
In the first hour or so he found six logs all ranging in diameter from about fourteen inches to eighteen inches, two of them were perched on other logs and were easy to roll out onto the sand and gravel. The other four he had to pry up and out of depressions they had settled into.
Once free and out on the slope of the beach they were all easy to roll further down, but then they had to be turned and rolled so that they all were close together, this proved to be more strenuous but by mid day he had them all positioned and lying tight together.
The tides had for the last week been rather average so he decided to take a chance that they would remain so for a few more days and had positioned all of them just below where the tide had last retreated after coming in.
He took a brief rest while he opened and ate a couple of raw oysters washed them down with a bottle of water.
Back to work, he worked the rope he had brought in a weaving pattern of under and over each of the logs, he did this at both ends then angle spiked the two outside logs on either side, next using long sticks he windlassed the ropes as tight as he could twist and nailed the two sticks to what he was now proud to call a raft.
Realizing that intent on his work he hadn’t noticed the passing of the afternoon, so he gathered up his tools, repacked the knap sack and headed for the trail. As he started to enter the beach he paused then turned and went back. Taking out his last coil of rope, Bob fastened it to one end of the raft and as there was no outcrop nearby he rolled a large boulder from the edge of the bush out onto the beach and fastened the other end of the rope to the boulder. Satisfied that his precaution would ensure that the raft wouldn’t stray if he was wrong about the tide, he shouldered the knap sack again and headed down the trail.
.
Had to put the car in garage as engine light stays on. Just waiting to hear what's up.
Here is next piece of Water Borne.
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