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I spoke with my dad since being back in the city and he says that he has finished sewing for now. It has been fourteen hours of sewing - and may I mention, that its not the bring-the-canvas-onto-the-lap type of sewing. It is the standing, or crouching, arms-wherever-the-needle-needs-to-be along the side of the tent kind of sewing. With two needles. I watched him sew for a little and it was ridiculous how strong the canvas was. I mean it needs to be strong, but geez. You can read more about my previous post about this tent here.
My father is now currently working on replacing the ridgepole which breaks down into two pieces that are about 7 feet long. He has spent so many hours stripping this wood into the correct shape it needs to be. Just look at all those wood scraps on the ground.


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