The wind was up pretty strong on the lake today, so it wasn’t the right day for a long ride … and it was cool enough for long sleeves too. The boat moves along quite nicely. I even made good speed heading directly into the wind. I don’t know whether that’s because of the boat, the new double paddle, or me the novice rower. I suspect it’s a little of all. The boat handles well and tracks straight. I even slid up to the dock like an old hand. No crashes, no unintended bumps, no unexpected swimming. A very pleasant launch.
Making paddles is easy. Some say even children can learn to make them. So, I enjoy the childlike satisfaction of paddle making. The great thing about them is they can be done in a matter of a few hours, not days, or weeks … unless you really want to drag out the making, and the enjoyment.
My general guide is “Canoe Paddles” by Warren and Gidmark. Enough variations exist in that book to keep a paddle maker occupied for a long time. While the book focuses mostly on single paddles, there are a few pages about double paddles, and plenty of information about a variety of construction techniques.
This is my third double paddle. I take the simple approach, using western red cedar, no fancy laminations, no exotic woods. Today, I’m learning. I anticipate fancier paddles later. This paddle is 7 feet 6 inches long and has straight blades. The construction is a lamination of the loom and four blades. The loom is oval in cross section, and measures 1 and 1/8 inch by 1 and 1/2 inch. The oval cross section fits easily in the hands making blade orientation automatic. The thick part of the blades is 1/2 inch thick, tapering to 3/16 inch at the edges. Keeping things simple, I do not add reinforced tips. Those will come another day.
My long bench and its leg vise make work holding easy. The tools are simple. An old Stanley spokeshave does most of the shaping. The two tools in the foreground are Snell and Atherton leather shaves. They were originally cobblers’ tools for boot making, but work extremely well with soft woods. I use them for the concave areas in the throats where the blades blend with the loom. That little French curved sanding block is really handy for final smoothing.
Paddle making is much like sculpting. It’s all curves, gently shaping and refining, feeling the wood constantly. I find it very enjoyable.
Finish is tung oil, the real stuff, not the blend of oil and varnish often found at the Borg.
This completed paddle will show up in the launch day picture(s).
Some time ago, I showed some “small stuff” that was done while waiting for epoxy to cure.
That work was creating and dry fitting the coaming parts. I needed to turn the boat over again to finish painting the bottom, so held of on installing those parts. Back to them now. It seems an simple job: epoxy them in place, clean up the excess, and move on. So simple …
Unless of course, you botch it. My mistake was cleaning up with some contaminated white vinegar. I had degunked a cabinet rasp in the jug of white vinegar. That discolored the vinegar mildly, but not enough to set off warning alarms the next time I picked up the jug. The contamination settled out as gray stains on the freshly installed coaming. Of course, it wasn’t immediately visible. The next day brought out the dreaded sandpaper and (with tedium) the stain was removed. You can still find remnants if you know where to look.
Work with the backrest went much better. The rest itself was assembled some time ago. Now with the actual width defined by the completed coaming, the job was to make the blocks, trim the crossbar to fit, reshape some for pleasing appearance and dry fit it in place. Then, of course, remove it so the coaming, and the deck can receive a few coats of Marine Cetol as the finish that provides UV protection for the epoxy.
That last finishing is underway now. Pictures later.
FWIW, Sikkens advises re-coating Cetol after 24 hours, and NO sanding between coats. They do that (1) because the stuff isn’t cured enough for sanding after 24 hours (or 48, or 72 (dahik)), and (2) they want to be sure you apply a full 3 coats, not 3 diminished coats, to get the protection they guarantee.
Little did I expect such a treat when I visited my son and his family this past weekend. A friend of my daughter-in-law offered us rides in his airplane. Bill began flying at age 14 and has now had a full career with a major airline. He is at the top of their ratings, and currently captains their largest aircraft. He’s the kind of guy you want flying the plane you’re just about to board, a pilot who exudes confidence … not cocky arrogance, but calm and surefooted experience.
Bill is a pilot’s pilot, one who loves flying and lives to fly. As far as I could learn, he’s in the air almost everyday, some in the Heavies, some in this very tiny plane. Bill owns and flies one of the smallest aerobatic planes in the world, the absolutely fabulous Pitts Special S2C. He beams with pride when around this plane, smiles from ear to ear, and rightfully so. His joy at flying it is glowing and he very generously shares that joy with many. People who ride with Bill come back to earth with that same ear to ear smile, and keep on flyin’ high for a very long time.
We flew far enough away from our field to be outside the pattern of nearby international traffic. Then, Bill introduced me to the fabulous sensation of aerobatics with aileron rolls, a loop, a Hammerhead maneuver and an Immelman turn. I imagine these are all simple aerobatics to Bill and other highly experienced stunt pilots, but they were absolutely superb entertainment for me. Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow!
Some days, life serves you ice cream! Once you’ve had a ride in a Pitts aerobatic bipe, there’s little in life to complain about. Thanks Bill!
A wise man (maybe a wiseguy?) once said “Use sandpaper like someone else is paying for it.”
Hey Doc, is my shoulder supposed to make a clicking sound?
The provocative young thing, in her incredibly short skirt, about to fall off her incredibly high heels said, “For 100 bucks, I’ll do anything you can describe in 3 words.” As I reached for my money I said, “Sand my boat.”