The bane of my existence for the last week and a half:
Thanks to Paul, the draft mark pole is okay again.
I did some work on a rail on the port side of the ship. One of the other volunteers had removed the old varnish and smoothed it out with an orbital sander. I sanded some areas by hand, then cleaned it.
Applied a coat of le Tonkinois after it had a chance to dry:
I’ll put another coat on it tomorrow.
Taking stock of the hoses that are on board the ship:
View forward from the poop deck:
Doorway to the salon from aft. I like the warm, inviting feel:
I was amazed to see that the beach ball that appeared the other week was still floating near the ship. It gets pushed around by the wind, but seems to make its way back into the corner of the pier off the starboard bow.