Day 49
The chapter for this day hasn't been written yet — it's written once the day closes.
Scenes
the dock · dawnThe Rising Tide
The humid air hangs heavy over the dock as the tide begins to lick at the lower planks. Kevin checks the tension on the Yanmar's mounting bolts while Jenny monitors the damp seeds spread across the generator's warm housing.
Kevin prepares the spruce mast by fitting the hardwood doubler and drilling pilot holes while the tide is low. Jenny heads to the north cliffs to forage for succulents and checks the moisture levels of the heirloom seeds drying on the generator housing.
Mast step's split but holding for now. I'll fit the hardwood doubler and bolt it through before stepping the spar. Seeds drying okay on the genny?
Fetch the hardwood doubler block, stainless through-bolts, washers, and nyloc nuts from the workshop crate. Carry them to the dock and begin test-fitting the doubler over the split in the spruce mast step.
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The generator heat is helping, but the air is too heavy. Watch those bolts, don't let the salt bloom.
Adjust a few of the seeds on the generator housing to ensure they are spread out evenly.
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Keeping an eye on the bloom. Doubler’s cut to fit — I’ll bed it with epoxy where I can, then through-bolt. Gonna pre-drill to avoid splitting the spruce.
Clean the mast step area with a rag, then apply a thin coat of epoxy to the contact surfaces. Position the hardwood doubler over the split, clamp it lightly with a temporary strap, and begin drilling pilot holes for the through-bolts using
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Make sure those holes are clean; the wood is more brittle than it looks.
Wipe the excess epoxy from the wood surface so it doesn't artwork the finish before it sets.
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Drilling slow. Clearing each hole.
Drill two 10mm pilot holes through the doubler and mast step, one forward and one aft of the split. Blow out dust with short breaths.
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Don't over-torque them. If you crack the spruce now, we're finished.
Lean back against the dock piling, rubbing the swollen joint while watching the clouds thicken.
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Snug, not crushed. Nylocs will lock.
Thread the two 10mm stainless through-bolts with washers, add nyloc nuts, and tighten by hand then a quarter-turn past contact with the wrench — firm but not crushing.
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It looks tight enough. Check the moisture on the tin in an hour.
Stand up slowly, wincing as the weight shifts onto my swollen ankle.
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Spar's next. Then Yanmar in the water. You sit — I'll bring the tin up to the porch.
Unlash the spruce spar from the dock cleats, lift it onto the reinforced mast step, align the heel, and secure it with the stainless pin and lanyard.
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Be careful with the leverage. The wood is still thirsty today.
Walk toward the cottage path, favoring the left leg, and watch the tide creep up the jetty pilings.
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the dock · morningThe Rain Breaks
The first heavy drops fall as the thickening clouds finally open. Kevin and Jenny meet at the dock to secure the gear from the downpour.
Kevin carried the spruce mast step and retrieved the sail bag and tool roll from the dock while rain intensified. Jenny settled on the porch with the limpets and sea beet, but her swollen ankle worsened as she stood to wash them.
Grab the sail bag. I'll take the mast step. Meet you at the cottage porch.
lift the spruce mast step with its hardwood doubler and carry it toward the cottage porch
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I'm coming. Don't let the notebook get soaked.
Tuck the dry notebook tight under my arm and limp toward the cottage, wincing as the swollen ankle hits the uneven ground.
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Notebook's fine. You sit. I'll bring the rest.
set the mast step down on the porch, then turn back toward the dock for the sail bag and tool roll
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way be careful, the planks are slick.
Sit on the wooden bench on the porch and prop my ankle up on a crate, watching the rain hit the garden.
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I know the dock. Go on, sit.
cross the jetty fast, boots finding the solid planks by feel, grab the sail bag and tool roll from the dinghy, and head back
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Watch the edge, Kevin!
pull the handful of limpets from my pocket and start picking the grit off the shells while I wait.
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Got it.
step clear of the soft plank, swing the sail bag onto the porch, drop the tool roll beside it, and pause at the door listening to the engine cough in my head — Yanmar's idle circuit still missing — before stepping inside
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You're dripping on the floor. Come in.
drop the limpets into the bowl and stand up slowly, wincing as the ankle shifts weight.
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In a minute.
strip off the wet oilskin at the door, hang it on the peg, and walk to the table to check the medevac forms are still there and dry
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The kettle's on. We need to eat.
Wash the limpets under the tap and reach for the sea beet leaves.
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the keeper's cottage · middayMidday meal and mast stepping plan
Rain drums on the cottage roof. Kevin and Jenny sit at the kitchen table with boiled limpets and sea beet. The mast step, sail, and tools are stacked by the door. Kevin's oilskin drips on the floorboards. Jenny's ankle is wrapped and elevated on a chair. The generator hums steady outside. They eat quietly, watching the water rise past the dock planks.
What changed
a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.