the keeper's cottage · day 934 · afternoon

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

Kevin and Jenny inspected the seaward dock corner and found the fourth anchor bolt corroded through and its hole ovalled into rotten wood. They agreed to cut out the section and scarf in a greenheart sister plank with epoxy and through-bolts at low tide, and Kevin retrieved the chainsaw and two greenheart cores to stage for the repair.

🌿 Jenny02:45

The sky is going to break before evening. I can feel the pressure in my bones.

Sit on the porch steps, rubbing the swollen skin around the bandage while watching the clouds artwork over the ridge.

💭 peek at the thought

The humidity is thick enough to swallow, and my ankle is throbbing in time with the tide.

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🔧 Kevin02:45

Barometer agrees. Wind'll come northeast by dark. Want the dock walked and the mooring ring checked before then.

Walk to the shortwave radio on the shelf, tap the barometer face with a fingertip, then head out the porch door toward the dock with the 19mm wrench from the hook by the door.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. The barometer's been sliding all afternoon. 1006 and steady won't hold with that bank building over the ridge. Need to get the last of the dock bolts checked before the wind shifts northeast and the swell wraps around the point.

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🌿 Jenny02:47

Check the bolts on the seaward side specifically. They've been looking loose since the last storm's swell.

Stand up slowly, wincing as the ankle shifts weight, and grab my way and pencil from the kitchen table.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always worried about the hardware while the salt is eating the wood alive.

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🔧 Kevin02:47

Aye. Seaward first. Then the sister joint on the north stringer.

Descend the porch steps, cross the weed-choked garden path to the dock, and step onto the weathered planking. Walk the length toward the seaward end, 19mm wrench in hand, tapping each anchor nut as I go — listening for the dull ones.

💭 peek at the thought

Seaward bolts took the worst of it. She's seen them work loose before I have — her eyes catch what mine miss when I'm under the dock. The ankle's slowing her but not her head.

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🌿 Jenny02:49

[calling back toward the cottage] I'll mark the ones that need replacement. Some of these bolts are probably swollen with salt already.

Walk toward the dock, leaning slightly on the walking stick made from that spruce offcut, the garden trowel still in my hand from earlier soil pH checks.

💭 peek at the thought

The weeds in the garden path are still the same half-weeded mess we left them, and the dock planks are singing with every loose bolt.

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🔧 Kevin02:50

Mark them. I'll pull the worst at low tide tomorrow if the boat window holds.

Continue along the seaward rail, wrench on the first anchor nut — solid ring. Second — dull. Third — dull. Fourth, right at the corner where the swell hits hardest — the nut spins free with two fingers.

💭 peek at the thought

She's already mapping the rot in her head. Salt-swollen bolts, compromised threads — she's thinking ahead to what the next storm tears loose. The stick helps the ankle but the trowel's still in her hand. Won't put the work down.

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🌿 Jenny02:51

[loud enough to carry back down the dock] Kevin, that fourth one's been eating into the plank grain. It's not just loose — the bolt's corroded through its minimum diameter.

Walk faster toward the dock corner, using the walking stick to steady myself, and pull out my notebook to circle the location with a red wax mark.

💭 peek at the thought

Four dulled nuts by the corner where the swell hits hardest — this is where the wood's already compromised from years of rot lines.

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🔧 Kevin02:51

Understood. Needs a new bolt and a sound hole. Got the last 150mm stainless at the east shutter — if the threads aren't galled.

Unscrew the wasted bolt the rest of the way, letting it drop into my palm — shank pitted to half its diameter, threads gone grey-white with corrosion. Pocket it.

💭 peek at the thought

She's seen it from twenty feet what I'm only feeling now. Corroded through — means the shank's wasted, not just the threads. Can't just re-nut it. Needs pulling and replacing, and the plank's probably chewed out around the hole. Boat comes tomorrow. If the swell picks up tonight, that corner's the first to go.

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🌿 Jenny02:53

Check the threads carefully. If they're shot, we'll need to sister a section of that plank.

Sketch a quick detail of the weakened joint in the margin, noting the spread of the wood rot around the hole.

💭 peek at the thought

If those threads are galled, we'll have to drill it out, and I don't have the energy for that today.

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🔧 Kevin02:53

Threads on the bolt are gone. Hole's ovalled out. Plank's soft for three inches either side.

Probe the bolt hole with the tip of a 6mm auger bit from my pocket — the bit sinks in with thumb pressure alone. Pull it out, tip blackened. Run a thumbnail along the plank edge: fibres crush, wet rot smell.

💭 peek at the thought

She's already drawn the repair. Sister the plank, new bolt, sound wood. The rot's tracking along the grain from that hole — she's marked the spread. If the last stainless is galled, we're down to the 10mm rod in the workshop and cutting threads by hand. Or the greenheart cores under the tarp, but they're eight feet and need milling.

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🌿 Jenny02:55

We need to cut out that section and replace it with a sound core. The greenheart sister planks from the crate would work.

Pull out my soil pH test strips and check the moisture level in the wood with a quick squeeze test, then mark the exact dimensions for the patch with my pencil.

💭 peek at the thought

Wet rot sets in fast when the salt air keeps it damp — that plank won't hold a new bolt for more than a season.

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🔧 Kevin02:55

Aye. Scarf joint, greenheart, epoxy and through-bolts. Need the tide low enough to work the face — two hours out.

Walk back toward the landward end, pull the chainsaw from the workshop shed, check the chain tension and fuel. Then fetch the two greenheart cores from under the tarp at the winch, drag them to the dock edge.

💭 peek at the thought

Greenheart's the only thing that'll hold in this water. The crate planks are straight-grain, seasoned — three eight-foot cores under the tarp at the winch. One's already milled for the south dock. Two left. Cutting a scarf joint in situ on a moving dock with the tide turning... but the boat needs a solid mooring tomorrow. No choice.

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