Tuesday came. The goop having cured for the obligatory forty eight hours, I rushed home from work, stopping at the local hardware for screws. The Devoted Son had stayed back while the family went on to the lake, so he could help me with the final task: rub rails. These were a throw-on. I plan to varnish them with the full seven coats, along with the gun’ls. But that will have to be later, since I don’t think there’ll be time between excursions for any coat of varnish to dry.
Upon mounting the final canoe onto the car, I headed off with the boy and another friend who had stopped by to help. The rest of the story shall be told less my usual thousand words.