But Saturday morning hit me like a bucket of cold water. Most of the classes end on Friday, so it was sad to come to the quiet, empty barn, as a cold, damp mist moved back in, and remove the clamps that had secured the rails to the boat. Yes, the boat. There was no doubt about it now: We had built a strong, elegant 17½-foot wooden dory in 5½ days. Harris gathered us around to walk us through the roughly 40 hours of finishing we still had ahead of us at home (more epoxy, lots of sanding, varnishing and painting) but still, I knew it was over. My week as a boatbuilder had come to an end. As we loaded the dories aboard each other’s roof racks, exchanged e-mail addresses with our classmates and promised photos of our finished craft, Karyn and I vowed: We are coming back next year to build another boat. We are going to give in and be just like those crazy people who go to Disneyland, year after year.