Temperatures cooled off overnight, to the point where I put on a long-sleeve shirt this morning for the drive over to the boathouse. The water was utterly beautiful and it felt like fall.

With the water still quite warm but low air temperatures, fog started to rise off the surface just as the sun came up.


Pretty magical out there; a good reminder of why we do this thing day in and day out.

After practice, a teammate loaned me her roof rack and we loaded up one of the club boats that has sustained more damage than I can easily repair:

I drove up to the boat repair shop in Saratoga Springs, taking back roads, to drop off the boat and chat for a few minutes with B about boatbuilding and boat repair.
The current project in his shop is a small sailing dinghy that belongs to a friend who lives down the road:

The boat is a
Thistle. Originally the friend down the road had just asked B to repaint it, but B took one look at it and realized it would need a ton of fairing work before it would be anywhere near ready to paint.
It was really useful to learn more from B about the fairing process.
He said he has been using a comb to apply the fairing compound, because overall that method uses less material and requires less effort to sand, when trying to fair out really bad low spots.

Once the low spots have been sanded down with a
torture board, whatever grooves are left can be filled in with another round of filling compound.
He also introduced me to a couple different types of fairing/filling compound, talked me through how to make repairs to paint chips, and showed me his paint collection.
I'm so grateful to people who are willing to talk shop with me about this stuff!
I *do* need to find someone to discuss oar blade repair with, one of these days. Maybe at the Head of the Charles, if I go to spectate again.
The drive home was mercifully uneventful. Now, back to work. If I can concentrate with the sound of the air-polluting noise bazookas running outside. Sigh.