III. Oh shit... math!


By the time I was on board, Archimedes, I mean Dad, had already done all the tricky geometry, plotting every sweeping line and curve to create his own modification of the classic John Mower Swampscott design.
Dad built everything of substance on this boat: Ribs. Hull. Centerboard. Rudder. All he asked me to do was make it beautiful. To me it was already beautiful, but I wasn’t going to let him down.