most the West stem epoxy had evaporated from it.
Can you elaborate? And, do you mean the stem that was facing west, or West System?
most the West stem epoxy had evaporated from it.
Sorry, west system epoxy. I built the kayak in 1996 and I believe I tried a water based varnish. Obviously the varnish didn't last, I didn't take care of the kayak and UV damage slowly 'ate' the epoxy. You can see bare wood in spots and white e-glass in other parts. I should be more ashamed of myself for not taking better care of it.Can you elaborate? And, do you mean the stem that was facing west, or West System?
I’m lounging on my couch, looking out the window sipping coffee as my dog is passed out on my legs. We have four canoes in our backyard. Three are paddle worthy, the fourth is an old 70’s OT project. My neighbor across the street has four rec kayaks, on a nicely built rack next to his garage. I’ve never seen them used. heck, I’ve never seen the couple do anything together besides spray paint “FJB” on cardboard to cover a broken garage window next to their daycare. Which at one point actually spelled out F*** J** B****. The kayaks are overgrown by mulberry suckers and vines. They’ve been forgotten about.
After reading a lot of the posts for the latest poll on how much our partners are into canoeing compared to us. It made me think of two things. About how many hobbies or once passions have been abandoned to lack of a partners interest, a breakup, or a lack of interest from the other person? And how much stuff we have. After moving from place to place, and transferring hobbies from those places to an area less ideal, I’m guilty of this as well. I have a surfboard designed for standing river waves, which we hardly have here. A sad road bike that needs an owner. 13 or 15 snowboards in the shed, these aren’t abandoned, more of a collection.. my excuse. Hiking packs. Etc etc.
While on my last canoe trip, I ran into a couple of guys who have been to that area before. We all chatted for a bit. Turns out we have more in common than just canoe tripping. He lives in the Soo (Sault St. Marie, CAN) as a French teacher and mentioned while he lived in Michigan for a while he noticed that we have a lot of stuff. Now, people have stuff all over this world, there’s no denying that. French Canadians too. But we started to talk about how much was actually in peoples garages that aren’t being used anymore. Canoes. Bikes. Skis. Kayaks. Racks. All of it, very nice. Where I live, people MUST have the best s*** and the full kit to match. Everything visible and strapped to the vehicle or stashed in their garage, door open. They have everything!
When is it that we realize we have too much stuff? When we notice our kayaks have bird nests in them? When we have to juggle to make room for something else? Or when a good friend says “hey, you have a lot of stuff”?
I could probably write about this, the cost of things, the popularity and snowball it until this website tells me “file too large”. Maybe I just realized that I have too much stuff. Or is it that my property is too small? Perhaps it’s the congested traffic of out of state folks that is making me cranky right now. Regardless of what it is, it’s making me think about the packed garages of people I know. My residence. My neighbors. And us as a wasteful society.
How many things do we need to own until that old saying hits us? “Jack of all trades, master of none”
No, I think I’m just getting cranky as I’m creeping towards 40. Guess I really will be that old fart in my underwear yelling “get off my lawn” as my arms flap around like the used car lot blow up creatures.
Rant done!
Brad, I wish we lived closer to each other, I believe we would get along fine. We probably wouldn't get much done, but we'd get along fine. In my heart I believe I'm a type b that you described. But because of some of my interests people that don't know me might assume I'm a type a and pre-judge me. That's OK, it helps me with "the sorting". I don't need to hang with judgy people either.I'm probably being too narrow minded seeing things in bleakest black and white, when there ought always to be human shades of grey.
Putting too much stuff into 2 subjective categories of ownership ideology:
a) I have this ---because it is a trophy to show I'm #1 alpha and I want you all to bask in my awesomeness, cower in my vainglory.
b) I have this ---because it enables me to follow an intense interest, a mad passion, a passing fad, or maybe just a daydreamy delusion.
I don't care how many or how few --- type a) has because they will always be a giant pain in the arse to be around.
I don't care how many or how few --- type b) has because they will always be interesting, or eccentric, or maybe even at times boring.
But they'll never be an giant arsehole.
Put a glass, a jar, a mug or cup in my hand, put something worthwhile in it ( I'm fine with tea ), and I'll spend an entire afternoon admiring and discussing your humble enthusiasm. I may even share it, or at least relate to it in some far off way. I love type b)s. They make the world go round.
But if you so much as start to resemble a growing puckered pink sphincter I will abandon you like the type a) plague that you are.
Good one Jim.When I pass I just hope my wife doesn’t sell the stuff for what I told her I bought them for, lol.
Jim
I'm probably being too narrow minded seeing things in bleakest black and white, when there ought always to be human shades of grey.
Putting too much stuff into 2 subjective categories of ownership ideology:
a) I have this ---because it is a trophy to show I'm #1 alpha and I want you all to bask in my awesomeness, cower in my vainglory.
b) I have this ---because it enables me to follow an intense interest, a mad passion, a passing fad, or maybe just a daydreamy delusion.
I don't care how many or how few --- type a) has because they will always be a giant pain in the arse to be around.
I don't care how many or how few --- type b) has because they will always be interesting, or eccentric, or maybe even at times boring.
But they'll never be an giant arsehole.
Put a glass, a jar, a mug or cup in my hand, put something worthwhile in it ( I'm fine with tea ), and I'll spend an entire afternoon admiring and discussing your humble enthusiasm. I may even share it, or at least relate to it in some far off way. I love type b)s. They make the world go round.
But if you so much as start to resemble a growing puckered pink sphincter I will abandon you like the type a) plague that you are.
Yep. Using gear is a lot more fun than just Having gear.We do accumulate stuff. It happens, especially as hobbies or life changes. I don’t know how many people I could give skis and snowboards to. How many wood working projects I could start. A lot of us basically have a gear store in our homes, and the inventory hasn’t stopped rolling in. My buddy has turned their garage into his office/ gear storage. Paddleboards. Bikes. Camping. Snowboards. Computers. All around. It’s clean and organized and it gives him a good feeling. It feels good to have these things. And I guarantee many of us could place ourselves back to moments with each item. Gauley river, Feb 7th, hit a rock river eft trying to surf the wave, dinged the fiberglass. Sept 28th, first portage done, told Rachel to be careful getting in the canoe because there’s a rock, I jump in and a 9 foot cringing sound of another rock under me scratching the hull.
To me, these items have value. It’s accumulated, yes, but they’re valuable to us. Maybe not in a financial way, and sometimes it is. But they’re hard to let go because those journeys. Those Memories.
What gets me are the amount of people I know or meet who just Have Stuff. They don’t use them, and not because they have more options… they just own the image now. Owning ice climbing gear but only touching ice for their drinks.
Maybe I’m becoming a cantankerous young old man these days. But I like to see people doing fun things while building memories