Me: I’m going to build a kayak.
My friend: You’re what?
Me: A boat. A kayak.
I’m going to build one.
* An uncertain glance from my friend who’s now wondering if I’ve finally
gone 'round the bend. *
My friend: Why would you build a
kayak? Won’t that be hard?
Me: I don’t know. Probably.
It just seems like a fun thing to do.
That’s been the reaction from just about every person to whom I’ve mentioned
my newfound obsession. The incredulous
looks and shaking heads have been noted and enjoyed. Often they gently chuckle as a test to see if
I’m joking but no I just smile and nod like a refuge from the psych ward. If I’m really playing the part then I’ll let
a little drool escape the corner of my mouth and roll down my chin. Yup, cuckoo.
Once satisfied I’m not kidding they always begin asking questions like
how do you do it, won’t it leak, what wood do you use and so on. Usually they’ll stay engaged for quite some
time while I share my research. When
they understand the basics of what it takes then it doesn’t look so bad or me
so crazy for taking it on. In fact I’m
starting to think everyone would like to build one of their own when they
discover it’s a possibility and well within even the novice’s
ability.
But why this and not a table, chair or miniature Taj Mahal? Heck, I don’t even paddle. Oh I’ve done a little in the distant past but
you certainly couldn’t say I need a kayak. If I wanted to
get into the sport I could just go out and buy a one. Maybe it’s just because I like to keep people off balance as much as
possible. I tend to switch things up as
soon as I think too many people have me figured out. That could be it. I don’t need more than that to undertake a
challenge.
Hmmm. Of course it could be
a mid-life crisis. I recently turned 40
and God knows I can’t afford a Ferrari. It would probably kill me anyway so building a wooden kayak suddenly looks like a
safe and realistic way to obtain something beautiful. If you’re
reading this then you either know me personally or your search for wooden
kayaks brought you here. In either case
I’m sure you’ve at least seen pictures of the things. They are magnificent aren’t they? There’s just something about varnished wood
that appeals to the eye and when it’s carefully shaped into a useable vessel its
appeal is magnified. But frankly I don’t
feel the need to learn how to paint just because I like Picasso.
So what then? Why have I become
so fascinated with a strip built boat? I
don’t really know so I could blame my friends Kenny and Ross who have built kayaks of their own. About a dozen years ago
Kenny put one together from a stitch and glue kit he acquired from
somewhere. That got Ross thinking he’d
like one too so the next thing you know he’s working on his own. Then he built another and so did his dad. Well the bug must be contagious because I got the itch but unfortunately I was too poor to scratch.
And so I set aside the idea. Quietly tucked away it was a
seed lying dormant in a fertile field waiting on a little warmth and rain to
germinate. This past July that warmth came as a trip to the
beach with my family and friends. The rain followed with an absolute flood of
information from books and the glorious internet.
It was late in the afternoon of July 15th when my father,
brother, Ross and I relaxed on the back porch of a beach house on
Dewees Island. With cigars in hand and
beer in belly we bounced about a number of topics. I was a bit woozy from the beer so I was listening
to the waves and staring off at a distant sandbar. As I stared and thought about how nice it would be to explore that sandbar but didn't have a way to get there my brother John and
Ross were talking. At some point a single word broke through my listless daze, “kayak.” Then there it was again, “something something
something kayak something something.” I
tuned back in and listened to a q&a session I’ve since found familiar.
John asked, “So, how exactly do you build a kayak?” Ross replied in detail with my brother eating
up every word and responding with more questions. Then from the foggy recesses of my memory I recalled Ross and Kenny had
built kayaks. I began to remember the urge
to chop down a tree and turn it into a floating vessel of my own creation. It was a good feeling. While they talked I listened and began to think about building my own then I asked Ross one
simple question, “where did you get your kit?”
That did it. I started
researching that very day. In all I
guess the only answer I have is I’m looking for something I can learn about that will occupy my time. I like to stay busy and my hobbies and interests are numerous so why not a kayak? Could it be that I’ve been asking myself the
wrong question all this time? Why
not? I have never taken on a project of
this scale and I’m a little intimidated but people need to challenge
themselves. And this my friends seems like a challenge.
I will need to learn a
great deal and it’s going to require time, tools, skills and space I don’t
have. From my readings I’ve seen experts take 100-120 hours to complete a
boat with novices doubling that. The
tools are few and I can borrow the more expensive ones. The skills I’ll have to pick up along the way
but that’s what a project like this is for.
The space I’ll conjure up from my garage.
The one thing I’ve left out and will need in
great supply is patience. For me that may be the biggest challenge because it's certainly not
one of my stronger qualities. As my dad aptly put it not long ago
I must still have all of the patience I was born with because I sure haven’t
used any. Dad's know a lot of truths. Especially about their sons.
This past weekend I found myself on the back porch of the Dewees beach
house finishing up The Strip Built Sea Kayak by Nick Schade. It was there while picking sand
spurs out of my dog’s paws, scratching the odd mosquito welt and staring at the unobtainable sandbar that I decided
I’d share my adventure with the world. So
dear reader I hope you enjoy this blog and are inspired to challenge yourself. I promise not to bore you with any more 1,000
word posts if only you’ll stick around and let me share
this part of life with you.
- Pete A.K.A. KudaMuda