After the holes were drilled, that’s when the real work started… mixing all of the epoxy. So.Much.Expoy. We would mix a batch, pour it into a disposable caulk tube, and pump it into each and every hole. (The mixture would harden within minutes, so we couldn’t reuse anything). Then we ran a flat edge over the floor to smooth the extra epoxy overflowing from the holes to avoid having to sand each hole in the next phase.
Matt was going thru the mixture quicker than I could mix up a new batch. 11 pumps epoxy, 11 pumps hardener, 5 scoops high density filler. Repeat. Over and over again. I’m not gonna lie – I was definitely channeling my inner Walter White while I was stirring away. How easy would it be to sail 10 miles off shore, drop anchor, and mix up a batch of whatever? I’m sure it’s already happening. Funny how you need to jump through hoops just to purchase a box of Sudafed, but you can buy a 5 gallon jug of toxic epoxy without so much as a bat of an eye. Hmmm…
At least I had the best view in town as I was mixing away. Ah, the highs and the lows of living on a boat. Ha!