Each boat that has Coast Guard documentation (federal) is required to display that unique documentation number somewhere in the interior of the boat. When we bought C Ghost, her documentation number was displayed on the interior of the starboard cockpit locker via a white board with black lettering. If the boat is boarded or inspected by the Coast Guard, they must view this number.
While in the Bahamas, we met folks who had a beautifully treated wooden board inscribed with their number in their boat’s salon, and we were taken with it. It is always neat to see a “necessary” item become a smart-looking addition to a vessel.
We therefore again enlisted the help of Paula’s Dad (Mort) and he produced a great tooled oblong of teak with the digits carefully routed out to a good depth. This was, by design, just the size of a planned hanging space on the bulkhead behind the companionway stairs in our galley. Mort decided to adorn each end with a five-pointed star surrounded by a circle. Only later did he and we realize that this bore a resemblance to the Island Packet star.
Paula hand-sanded the board to smooth consistency. We then chose black gloss acrylic paint (vs. our other considered choice, white) and Paula carefully filled in the depths and sides of the numerals with a very tiny brush and occasional swearing. A can of mineral spirits was kept close by for any mistakes. Two coats and a “touch-up” coat sufficed.
The board was then wet-sanded with 8 coats of tung oil and 400 grit sandpaper until it was soft, smooth, and faintly glossy.
Two brass screws fit into the center of the stars to mount it to the bulkhead. We now have an eye-pleasing addition to the salon that also serves a practical function. Our thanks again to Dad’s “Mortmade” workshop.
A Tricolor heron perched on a dock line stops hunting to assess whether I am a threat or can be safely ignored. This compact predator is about 9 inches tall, unless he stretches out his neck, in which case he’s a little over a foot in height.
A male Eastern Tiger Swallowtail lights outside a dress shop in Uptown St. Augustine. He is about the size of your open palm. Females may also be yellow, but have an iridescent blue wash about their tails which the males lack. Females can also exhibit a protective dark coloration, which mimics the poisonous Pipevine Swallowtail.
For the last few days, tree limbs have been full of large immobile dragonflies. Even when I shake the branches, they remain perched, motionless. It’s as if they’re on standby atop some alien insectoid flightdeck, awaiting instructions from Mission Control. Shiver.
This roseate spoonbill begins to fish before he has fully landed. Spoonbills use an odd “hoovering” method to hunt. It looks as if they are continually vacuuming the water in a semi-circle in front of themselves. This agitates the water and startles little minnows, who leap up and are caught. This churning technique appears to annoy the sedate great herons, who wait still as statues, never rippling the calm water until suddenly…they strike! I have seen herons flap away in disgust from a favorite fishing site when it is invaded by a hoovering spoonbill.