Dawn at the dock
The rain continues as a steady drizzle as the tide reaches its peak, flooding the lower edge of the dock.
Kevin inspected the dock's starboard stringer and sister joint at high tide, finding the wood soft and salt-rotted three to four feet landward of the scarf joint. Jenny examined the north ridge tension cracks, noting weeping clay and a new crack widening near the garden expansion beds.
Water's lapping the third rung. Stringer's quiet so far.
lean over the seaward rail, flashlight beam tracking the starboard stringer where the scarf joint meets the mid-span sister, watching for movement or water weeping from the epoxy line
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Check the bolts on the sister joint. The wood is soft.
Jenny closes her way and wipes a smudge of graphite from her palm.
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On it. You did good catching it.
climb down the dock, flash beam sweeping the sister joint where it meets the main stringer, crouch and run fingers along the bolt shank through the greenheart, checking for movement or soft wood around the bearing washer
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It's the grain. The salt has eaten the heart.
Jenny stands up, her knee popping, and watches the water lap over the pilings.
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How far back?
tap the handle of the heavy wrench along the sister plank from the scarf joint landward, listening for the dead sound, marking the transition with chalk where solid turns punky
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Three feet. Maybe four if we want it safe.
Jenny points to the dark line where the wood has turned to mush.
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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.