Stitched together in Hugin from 17 camera phone pictures. Miller Cylindrical projection.
Rockland, ME. A much balmier 20°, but breezy.
Stitched together in Hugin from 13 camera phone pictures. Stereographic projection.
Union, ME. Air temperature about 10° F.
Stitched together in Hugin from 24 camera phone pictures. Stereographic projection.
If you don’t have artificial gravity, science fiction starts to look more like the age of schooners. To get from place to place in the solar system it’d be necessary to accelerate halfway, turn around and decelerate for the rest of the trip. Accelerating or decelerating at more than the equivalent rate of Earth gravity (9.8m/s) would be difficult for the crew to withstand for long. Jupiter is about 983 million km from Earth at its nearest point. If I’m doing the math right (and I’m probably not) accelerating halfway at 9.8m/s would take 158 hours — about 6½ days. The full trip would take two weeks.
Laser weapons are a must. You’d only be able to see them when they shoot through gas or dust, but when it comes to shooting from one moving platform and hitting another on a logarithmic scale you won’t get much time to aim. A projectile would deliver more energy with less expended, but a powerful lazer would be able to vaporize or nudge it out of the way. Opponents would basically joust on a split-second timeframe, trying to pass momentarily close enough for their computers to shoot. Ships would be no more than specks to one another, usually less. Forget about human combat.
Until someone tells me what exactly an “energy shield” would be, we’ll have to assume that surviving a lazer attack means thick, dense plating all over the ship. If a lazer can vaporize a few cubic meters of hull in one shot, you’d better have a lot of hull to spare. It should be shiny too. Getting hit with a lazer might lead to some pretty refractions.
One last thought: Get used to the solar system. It takes light from the sun (which doesn’t have to accelerate) eight minutes to reach Earth, four hours to reach Neptune, and four years to reach the nearest star — itself a burnt-out red dwarf, Proxima Centauri.
Blowing some of the cobwebs out of scifi tropes, fiction begins to slip into unfamiliar grooves.
Filled the gaps in the roof with expanding foam. Still a few leaks, but mostly sound.
Built a doorframe. Hardware from various junk drawers in the shop.
Door scrounged from the old cottage on the island, along with the two side windows.
Didn’t do the door the correct way with shims. Nailed and screwed small lengths of scrap around edges of doorframe to straighten it.
Considered getting help to move the picture window into place, but found a way to do it alone. Tacked a pair of strips to the outside of the shack, to prevent it from tipping outward.
Not quite enough space to get the window into place. Had to shave the gap down.
Rocked the window into position by stepping it up on levels. Clamped it to frame and pinned it from sides with screws.
Tacked a strip under where I wanted the side windows, after a few false starts. Put the weight of the windows on the strips, and used clamps to keep them from tipping. Measured, screwed the hinges in, and then removed the strips.
Tacked foam tape around the frames of the side windows. Used hardware from one of the old boats at the top and bottom of either as latches. Walls in progress.
Stitched together in Hugin from 33 camera phone pictures. Miller cylindrical projection.
Decided to sawtooth the rafters and use overlaid planks for roofing.
Recut the tops of the rafters with a jigsaw.
Put in a temporary floor to work on. Left a gap for the door frame. Had to cover the gap when the chipmunks started getting under the floor.
Tried to pound the ridge into place with a rubber mallet. Found that I’d placed one of the rafters wrong, and had to unscrew and move it. Height of the westernmost rafter about half an inch too short. Not going to worry about it.
Hard to tell from the picture, but the first snow of the season came, and I don’t have the roof on. Will need to hurry it up.
Scrounged some old planks for the roof. Condition was poorer than I expected. Cut boards to size. Filled gouges, nail holes and cracks with wood filler.
Duct-taped vinyl gloves to my sleeves and painted roof planks with Coppercoat wood preservative. Smell didn’t dissipate for weeks.
Hammered all but the topmost planks into place on a stepladder. Height difference of the westernmost rafter causing problems. Should be able to solve it later with trim.
Cross-braced the rafters to make sure the roof would support my weight. Strapped an extension ladder to the frame of the shack to get access to the roof — wanted the frame to be holding my weight, not the ground at the base of the ladder.
Nailed final sections of roofing in.
Offered to haul off some aluminum rain gutters my friends had been meaning to take to the dump. Hacksawed and hammered a roof peak out of one. Pounded nail holes in the workshop. Covered nail holes on the underside with Gorilla Tape as an additional water stop. Nailed roof peak into place.
Walls went up today.
Clamped a strip of wood to a floor joist. Lifted the west wall into place, levelled it, and clamped it to the strip. Screwed the wall into the floor frame.
Lifted the north wall into place. Secured it to the west wall and floor. Removed strip and clamps from the west wall.
Repeat for the south wall.
Managed not to fall down the banking hauling the east wall into place. Attached it to the other walls and floor.
Roof next, if I can find the materials.
Scrounged some bricks and began trying to level the ground. Laid stakes at a desired level.
Big rock on the spot I selected. Started digging it out. Planned to get under it and tip it flat, then fill around it again.
Rock turned out to be bigger than expected. Afternoon was disappearing.
Found the “bottom” about 3 feet down.
Tried to tilt it with a plank. Wouldn’t budge. Kept digging out around it and retrying. Realized I’d only uncovered the narrow end of a long, flat boulder. Gave up and filled the hole back in.
Decided to bring the floor frame itself in and see how low it could sit on top of the boulder’s edge.
Repacked the dirt as much as possible.
Worked out the lowest point the floor could sit. Levelled the floor frame using the ledge as a fulcrum.
Set four sets of four bricks crossways to act as feet for a plank on the banking (east) side.
Levelled and packed the dirt, and laid a line of bricks under the west side.
Drove additional stakes to keep the east plank and bricks in place. Cut a second plank to fit north and south sides. Dug and set them in place.
Secured the floor to the planks with 3″ screws, toenailed in alternating directions. Partially filled the inside with dirt.
Framed the west wall.
Nailed a strip of scrap into the gap at the foot of the door to maintain dimensions while working.
More cross laps. Picturing the shack something like a three-walled card house, with the east (picture window) wall bearing less of the load of the roof than the other three.
House painters walked off with a roll of tar paper I was planning on using for the roof, so back to the drawing board there.
Framed the rafters and cut a ridge beam.
Still figuring out roofs. Went through a lot of revisions.
Used rise over run rather than angles as much as possible. Some bad math early on.
Pine a pleasure to cut on the tablesaw after all that rock-hard oak.
Rounded rafter ends a motif from early on in designs. Mirrored it with the ridge beam.
Might drill a hole and hang a lamp/planter/bird feeder off east and west ends of the beam.
Need to level the ground and lay a brick slab next. This is moving outside the workshop. Quixotic.
Sennebec Lake, Union, ME, looking towards Appleton.
Stitched together in Hugin from 25 camera phone pictures. Miller cylindrical projection.
And Penobscot Bay, from Ragged Mountain.
Stitched together in Hugin from 21 camera phone pictures. Fisheye projection.
North and south walls will be indentical, so I’ve framed them together.
Dad had this 12″ adjustable T-square with a 45 degree edge and a bubble level. Best tool ever made.
Windows will be on permanent hinges. Think it’s best not to set them until the walls are assembled and the roof is on, to make sure the openings have squeezed into their final shape.
Getting the hang of some cross bracing tricks. Getting less picky on others. This is probably progress.
Had to deepen notches on one set of cross-braces after nailing the pieces into the frame. Slow.
Going through a lot of podcasts working down in the shop. Generally better than being being alone with my thoughts. “News Quiz” is back on BBC 4. Ace.
Still studying roofs. May be able to scrounge some old metal roofing, but will have to figure out a way to cut it.
West wall next.