A short account of what a 1962 gaff-rigged ketch needs before it can carry guests again, counted in fastenings.
Eleven hundred bronze screws. Two hundred and forty feet of larch. A new keel bolt on every station but one, and a deck that had to come off in three pieces before anybody could see how bad the beam shelf was.
She came back into the water in April of the fourth year and sailed like nothing else we own. Slow, loud in a gust, and the boat every skipper here asks to take out on their day off.
