There is something aesthetically delightful about a long row of clamps. Or maybe I am just a shop nerd.
Boating friends Stu Reeder and Tim Cooper, in town for a First Aid refresher, get snared into the late shift.
We got one more on before we fled for food. Two more in the morning. Then we have to pull down most of the cedar off the racks and pick out enough for the side strakes—four for each side, and each will be scarfed from two pieces. So that's sixteen planks. Hell, make it twenty in case something goes wrong.