First off, if you want good photos, go to Blue Lou Logan's page. There are two links below to guide you.
As Lou and I both blogged earlier, we headed down to Tacoma to lend owner and visionary Steve Rodrigues in his quest to save the world's only Art Deco/Streamlined ferry, the M/V Kalakala, a long-abandoned piece of the State of Washington's history. It served solidly until...
You know what? Lou does a much better job at describing our day.
http://blueloulogan.blogspot.com/2011/06/kalaka-update-aboard-for-faith-first.html
I will say that from the sketchy gangplank over another, half-sunken ship (of unknown, iron-rotting vintage), all the way across the makeshift gangway of 2x12"s, I had a creepy feeling that this was not my first time to encounter this ship. Granted, I had actually met the neglected maiden before, way out on Neah Bay, one day, by chance, when Mom and I felt like driving to the northwesternmost point in the lower 48. On the way back from the least-welcoming aboriginal reservation on the planet, we spotted something fishy out to port: that beautiful art deco ferry, looking like she was headed out to sea. And she was! She had broken loose her stern line, and was held to her port by only one line at her bow. Without both lines, she would head out of the Strait of Juan de Fuca and into open seas. We watched a man kayak out to her (who turned out to be Steve Rodrigues), and quickly found out that he was her owner, and was trying to save her from ending up beached in India for the scavengers. He's still aiming for that. Today, though, was filled with promise and love, and Lou and I both felt that returning to help Steve in any way we could was worth giving up a few Saturdays a month.
We have our assignment: restoring the Captain's Quarters on the Flying Bridge Deck, which requires quite a bit of dum-dee-dum art deco carpentry (I have more practice designing and building theatre sets than my scholarly husband, but he's better with the manual labor).
You guys know that I have no Ghost Hunter bones in me. I believe in the here and now. Something felt - I won't say wrong, just "off" on that boat, or at certain points. Unfortunately, on the starboard side of the promenade deck and the Grand Ballroom, where we're doing most of our prep work, are two places that I don't ever want to be alone.
So, read all about the experience from my husband at:
http://blueloulogan.blogspot.com/2011/06/kalaka-update-aboard-for-faith-first.html
As Lou and I both blogged earlier, we headed down to Tacoma to lend owner and visionary Steve Rodrigues in his quest to save the world's only Art Deco/Streamlined ferry, the M/V Kalakala, a long-abandoned piece of the State of Washington's history. It served solidly until...
You know what? Lou does a much better job at describing our day.
http://blueloulogan.blogspot.com/2011/06/kalaka-update-aboard-for-faith-first.html
I will say that from the sketchy gangplank over another, half-sunken ship (of unknown, iron-rotting vintage), all the way across the makeshift gangway of 2x12"s, I had a creepy feeling that this was not my first time to encounter this ship. Granted, I had actually met the neglected maiden before, way out on Neah Bay, one day, by chance, when Mom and I felt like driving to the northwesternmost point in the lower 48. On the way back from the least-welcoming aboriginal reservation on the planet, we spotted something fishy out to port: that beautiful art deco ferry, looking like she was headed out to sea. And she was! She had broken loose her stern line, and was held to her port by only one line at her bow. Without both lines, she would head out of the Strait of Juan de Fuca and into open seas. We watched a man kayak out to her (who turned out to be Steve Rodrigues), and quickly found out that he was her owner, and was trying to save her from ending up beached in India for the scavengers. He's still aiming for that. Today, though, was filled with promise and love, and Lou and I both felt that returning to help Steve in any way we could was worth giving up a few Saturdays a month.
We have our assignment: restoring the Captain's Quarters on the Flying Bridge Deck, which requires quite a bit of dum-dee-dum art deco carpentry (I have more practice designing and building theatre sets than my scholarly husband, but he's better with the manual labor).
You guys know that I have no Ghost Hunter bones in me. I believe in the here and now. Something felt - I won't say wrong, just "off" on that boat, or at certain points. Unfortunately, on the starboard side of the promenade deck and the Grand Ballroom, where we're doing most of our prep work, are two places that I don't ever want to be alone.
So, read all about the experience from my husband at:
http://blueloulogan.blogspot.com/2011/06/kalaka-update-aboard-for-faith-first.html
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