Meanwhile here are the photos if you do not wish to go back to that post.
She's down a little in the stern. That women never batted an eye but went to work setting up housekeeping. Living with me she is kind of used to "unfortunate events". I don't hang my ass so far out as I used to.
All the parts arrived at the same time except for the wheel but they were worn a little. Fortunately the wheel did not roll over the cliff or take off back down the mountain and when my heart rate got back down to 1000 beats/second I fetched it.
Her kitchen. I went off to gather some fire wood and while I as at that foolishness she built a fire and made coffee. Her opinion of men helping to make camp cannot be printed here as she uses words I have never heard (even in the navy) but I know they are nasty.
It's cocktail time here now and I think I'll go visit with that young lady for a while.