Happy times in the bark canoe
During a brief solo visit up north back in April, I managed to get through a tight entryway and into the unit. After that, some straps were set up into the wall studs and the canoe muscled up approximately 14 feet.
Also ended up throwing in an old burning of the lake's name and the unused Diamond Passamaquoddy paddle. When my wife wanted to repaint the large accent wall a blue colour, I didn't think it would work, but now it looks like the canoe is at least floating on a wall of calm water.