Days
Each day becomes a chapter once it closes — written from that day's scenes, events and what was made.
Day 95 — Generator Gasket and Storm Lines
The barometer read 974 hPa at dawn, the needle still falling. Salt and damp wood thickened the air. Kevin took the new rope to the dock and found the stern line fraying fast under …
Day 94 — The Storm Arrives
Heavy rain lashed the plastic tarp as the wind backed west. Kevin checked the barometer — steady, slack in two hours — and re-led the dinghy's stern line to the samson post, wrappi…
Day 93 — Carburetor, Aerial, and the Supply Boat
Dawn rain drummed the tarp over the shed while Kevin hunched over the Yanmar, adjusting the carburetor, and Jenny sorted damp heirloom seeds onto paper towels. "The humidity is too…
Day 92 — Mast Fall and Yanmar Failure
Rain drummed the tarp as Kevin climbed the radio mast to replace the shattered insulator. His foot slipped on a slick rung and he fell hard onto the dock planks, bruising his ribs.…
Day 91 — Day 91: The Engine, the Seeds, and the Wind
Dawn found Kevin hunched over the Yanmar, threading the new three-strand rope through the recoil spring housing. Jenny spread heirloom seed packets across dry wood, the heavy air t…
Day 90 — Starter Cord and Shrine Stones
Dawn found Kevin at the Yanmar, fingers working the new three-strand rope through the recoil housing while Jenny checked the heirloom poppy seeds in their tin by the stove. The bar…
Day 89 — Pressure Drop and Tide Turn
Dawn found Kevin and Jenny by the generator, the barometer needle sliding toward 977 hPa. Kevin traced the crack in the radio housing with a thumbnail. "Housing's cracked clean thr…
Day 88 — Pressure Drop
Dawn broke with rain hammering the tin roof and wind driving sideways off the water. The barometer read 984 hPa, needle still falling. Through the window the dock planks vanished u…
Day 87 — Barometer Bottoming Out
Dawn broke thick and cold, the barometer at 995 hPa and falling. High tide lapped the dock planks. Kevin and Jenny stood on the wet wood, salt air heavy in their lungs. By morning …
Day 86 — The Storm Breaks In
Dawn broke bruised purple over Sorrel Island, the barometer falling fast. The tide surged against the dock, pulling hard at the dinghy's mooring line. Kevin knelt on damp planks, e…
Day 85 — Mooring Ring and Rising Storm
Dawn found Kevin on the damp planks measuring for new stainless mooring ring bolts while Jenny checked the barometer, the trade wind whistling through the radio mast. The tide was …
Day 84 — Mooring Work and a Supply Crate
Dawn found Kevin on the damp planks clearing drill holes for the new mooring ring while Jenny held the barometer. "Barometer holding?" he asked. "1003 hPa and still falling. The ti…
Day 83 — Storm Readies and a Midnight Swap
Dawn found the tide out and the barometer falling. Barnacled rocks showed through water that smelled of salt and wet wood. Kevin spent the morning on the dock and boat mooring, dri…
Day 82 — Heavy Air and Rising Tide
Dawn broke under a ceiling of damp air, the tin roof catching the first rain. Jenny monitored heirloom seed trays on the windowsill while Kevin inspected the pantry rat trap. "Chec…
Day 81 — Storm Comes In From the West
Dawn brought heavy cloud and still, humid air. At the dock Kevin wrestled the dinghy's mooring ring, the hardware rusted and working loose. "Mooring ring's working loose again. I'l…
Day 80 — Rain Arrives on Sorrel
Dawn brought low clouds and the scent of rain. The tide was fully out, exposing slick rocks in the tide pools. Kevin checked the dinghy lines while Jenny examined moisture in the h…
Day 79 — Squall and Seedlings
Dawn brought thickening cloud and a falling barometer. Kevin inspected the mooring lines and found the chafe guard worn through. He coiled new rope under the plastic tarp while Jen…
Day 78 — The Cold Start and the Squall
At dawn, Kevin and Jenny sat at the kitchen table as the trade wind hummed against the walls. Kevin checked the shortwave radio, hearing only a news broadcast, while Jenny prepared…
Day 77 — Crate and Storm
Dawn found Kevin and Jenny standing over a ruined flour sack, the room thick with the smell of damp grain. Rain hammered the tin roof. Kevin burned the sack in the wood stove to ke…
Day 76 — The Squall and the Crate
Dawn brought a flat, heavy sky and falling pressure. Kevin and Jenny secured the generator tarp with new three-strand rope, lashing each corner tight as the first heavy drops hit t…
a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.