My question was soon answered. Don K and Frank started assembling some kind of wooden bracing specially designed and prefabricated by Don K. As the fascinating work progressed, it became more clear to me that this was not my world was about to change.
Here are Don and Frank assembling and positioning my “surgical cradle.”
Notice in this next photo that the supporting blocks are removed. I was hoping very hard that these guys knew what they were doing. (As I said in the last installment, even though I am a svelte girl, I weigh over 3500 lbs without my ballast - and don’t roll over easily, at least when under sail.)
When the whole crew was satisfied that I was tightly trapped in this rig – so that there would be no adverse pressure on or torqueing of my hull - they began rolling me up on my starboard side. They got to about 5 degrees of tipping (which under sail would be pure delight!) and for some reason left me for the night!
The next afternoon a crowd assembled for my rolling. It was the usual gang, plus a guest appearance by Roy Reed, one of the founders of our project. With Don K in the lead the plan was to place two trucks off to the side of the shelter as anchors for come-a-longs and stout lines. Kent, Don J. and Jerry stand by.
(The tilt of the shed is, fortunately, an illusion caused by a tilted camera.)
Here are my Rolling Chief Don K., Roy Reed and Frank
Here I am rolled up 80 degrees, exposing my bottom to the world. With some final adjustments, they had me on my beam end, and unscathed. It is a very comfortable rig.
And here is my present view of the world. (Colonoscopy anyone?)
To be continued….I hope!
Here are Don and Frank assembling and positioning my “surgical cradle.”
Notice in this next photo that the supporting blocks are removed. I was hoping very hard that these guys knew what they were doing. (As I said in the last installment, even though I am a svelte girl, I weigh over 3500 lbs without my ballast - and don’t roll over easily, at least when under sail.)
When the whole crew was satisfied that I was tightly trapped in this rig – so that there would be no adverse pressure on or torqueing of my hull - they began rolling me up on my starboard side. They got to about 5 degrees of tipping (which under sail would be pure delight!) and for some reason left me for the night!
The next afternoon a crowd assembled for my rolling. It was the usual gang, plus a guest appearance by Roy Reed, one of the founders of our project. With Don K in the lead the plan was to place two trucks off to the side of the shelter as anchors for come-a-longs and stout lines. Kent, Don J. and Jerry stand by.
(The tilt of the shed is, fortunately, an illusion caused by a tilted camera.)
Here are my Rolling Chief Don K., Roy Reed and Frank
Here I am rolled up 80 degrees, exposing my bottom to the world. With some final adjustments, they had me on my beam end, and unscathed. It is a very comfortable rig.
And here is my present view of the world. (Colonoscopy anyone?)
To be continued….I hope!
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