Today my workload is a bit heavy, not least of which is that I need to commit to a kayak to take to the Door County Sea Kayak Symposium coming up in about a week. As usual, the level heads of friends, well-wishers, readers & psychologists have convinced me that doing some repairs on my old NDK kayaks is probably a better choice (and more valuable) than selling them off for something new, and maybe not so tough.
I've paddled long enough that I've faced this little job before. Depending on the level of oxidization you may be able to hand polish it out, sometimes you need to sand. This was the case with my warhorse. After I cut all the deck lines and bungies off I went about wet-sanding the deck, first with a medium fine paper, then very fine. In the picture above you can see a pretty distinct line between where I had worked the deck (left side) and where it was still oxidized (right).
So yesterday I continued on my self taught kayak repair course. Having successfully. . eventually. . . mastered removing and replacing seats, repairing fiberglass hulls, and most recently re-attaching cockpit combings I'm now on to removing and re-installing bulkheads!
Meanwhile all sorts of little things flash by us in the windows of the passing train. They flicker by us so fast our conscious mind has little time to itemize what we are seeing in through the passing glass. Then hours or days later we suddenly realize something obvious that we should have saw right off. . . "Was that goat in the window wearing a pink tie"!!?