|About as smooth as we can apply this gelcoat.|
The marina I'm staying at is in a bit more rural part of Virginia. It isn't the west's version of rural where your nearest neighbor is 50 miles away, but there is some forested land here and there in between the houses. The homes I see on the roads here seem to sit on somewhere between 1 and 50 acres if I were to take a guess and there isn't a lot of empty land wedged in between them and the roads on this peninsula. Farm fields are still a bit further down the main highway and technically I think this is a town, but it isn't as densely packed as bigger cities or their suburbs.
|Across the Severn river a couple mornings ago.|
Not densely populated, but not that sparse either.
The reason I'm telling you this is because it is hunting season, something we are painfully aware of as we work out in the boatyard. Off in the not-so-distant distance we hear a regular smattering of gunfire. I think someone mentioned it was deer season, but I don't know what they are hunting for sure. All I know is that they don't seem to be too good at it. Often the shots are heard in groups of 6 or more, and one time I think I even heard a semi-automatic weapon of some sort being fired. The theory of being a good shot, making a clean kill, and not wanting the animal to suffer seems to be lost here. And given the proximity of homes, property, and even this marina, I'm a bit concerned with what seems like less than good marksmen nearby. They recently put up no hunting signs at a local city park in the area. Fortunately we are surrounded by boats that should act as shields from most directions. But it still amazes me how people are hunting on relatively small plots of land in close proximity to civilization.
|Our new cat friend resting on her favorite|
Back at the marina there isn't much in the way of wildlife (out of the water). There is the kitty that has adopted me and my project and I think has taken up residence in the tent when I am gone. She is definitely more comfortable with us than she was, and a guy with a boat two down from our project in the yard is trying to befriend and adopt the stray. That same guy painted his boat a couple days ago and ran afoul of the other bit of wildlife we've encountered in the yard: bugs. I don't know how these beetles did it, but they managed to get their backs stuck to his paint...which begs the question of how these bugs fly that they get stuck to a vertical surface on their backs.
|It's hard to take pictures of the stupid bugs|
with their backs/wings stuck in the paint.
Today it is cold and rainy so I don't know how much work will be done...and I had time to write a post. We have a couple spots we sanded too thin and will need to reapply some gelcoat at least one more time. After that, we just need to apply the non-skid gelcoat pattern to the topside body of the hardtop and we should be ready to move it to the boat. So close, yet so far away.