Last night I put up the quickest best post I could, but after sleep and distance, I want to modify and expand.  First, to follow on the birth/berth analogy, Onrust will emerge from its place of gestation as we all should…  feet first . . . if you consider the rudder as a steering foot, of course.

Also, my fotos tend not to show people, but masses are involving themselves in this labor of love these days to meet the splash deadline:  noise of machines traditional and “power” and hubbub of discussion and direction giving.  The tempo has palpably quickened, that too I suppose like the pulse of creatures approaching labor and delivery.

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This aft-looking shot shows the location of the engine; this spot corresponds roughly to where Elizabeth stands in the last foto of this post.

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The drawing below illustrates location of rudder, tiller, and said engine.

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With horsepower–or Deere power in this case–comes controls, soon mostly concealed behind fine cabinetry.

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Tail shaft emerges and

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will spin this prop, my hat showing scale.

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Most power, though, will be generated by the sail to be bent onto the spars . . . once the mast are stepped, stayed, etc.

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Speaking of sterns and such, I couldn’t NOT be distracted by the shapely haunch lines of the bowspr er . . . bow creature, a swimming lioness.  That curve is NOT feline, nor is the hair.  Might it be that a lonely sailor on watch in another era might periodically glance at that anatomical curve and think fondly of someone far away . . . I mean really.

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Onrust . . .  the transition . . . to be blogged here as soon as it happens.  Soon, soon . . .  May 20.

Photos, WVD.

Unrelated:  Tugster and a few friends will be hanging out at Krevey’s (Pier 66) on Saturday May 16 from 3 pm.  Drop by to chat, plot, scheme, and laugh . . . especially laugh.  Come by land or sixthboro.  I may even buy a round.