In the yard, before I bought her . . .
Port bow and side.
. . . and her deteriorated 34-year old interior, before I ripped it all out.
The forepeak, almost as I found it: I ripped off some of the plastic lining with its dry—rotted, probably 35 year—old foam backing.
Starboard side of “the salon”.
The salon, from the forepeak looking aft.
The galley area.
The engine. I mean, the engine compartment. I’m not going to re-power her; I’ll just mount a bracket and hang an outboard.
Later, I learned that I should have taken many more detailed photos before I took it all apart. More on that later . . .
Year One, April, in the water, towed to a temp dock for two weeks until the DIY (Do It Yourself) boatyard was ready to haul her out.
This was about 1/2 hour south of Annapolis, so it was maybe 2 hours home, so I did crash on the nasty, dirty bunks. It was fun, though, feeling the boat rock, listening to the wavelets slap the hull . . . and dreaming of the sailing to come!