I am building the boat in the lower garage. We bought the
house from this interesting guy who is basically the anti-me. He
designed the house and built it with his own hands: excavating,
(saving some of the rocks for the fireplace, including the
one shaped like the state of Maine),
carpentry, plumbing, electricity. His hobby is restoring classic cars, so he built a lot of garage space.
The upper garage has room for probably six cars. The lower garage is smaller. That's where he worked on his cars. It is basically a bomb shelter — concrete floor and walls, and a steel ceiling with iron beams, so that he could winch engines into and out of his cars.
I don't restore cars, so for us this space is normally inhabited by waterfront toys: floats, noodles, life preservers, bits and pieces of dock hardware, windsurfing gear that I've destroyed but can't bear to discard; as well as dead rodents, many bugs, and other mysterious things that are vaguely biological and disturbing in appearance. This is where I assemble my sail when I want to go windsurfing.
I shoved all the man-made objects to one end of the garage, swept
out the biological items, and filled it with all my purchases.
Here are the packages of the boat kit from CLC.
Here are my tools and supplies from Lowe's.
Getting organized.
Opening the packages from CLC. Here are the parts that I will
supposedly assemble to form a boat.
