Instead (of course) I worried the repair like a demented mother hen, crawling down in the hole over and over for the first hour or so after Kintala landed in the lift pit. The slightest leak would have been glaringly obvious since a fine
|I asked Tim for a thumbs up picture. He gave me a so-so signal.|
In addition to floating, Kintala sports a mast, rigging and boom once again. Though it is surely a trick of the mind, I’d swear the mast stands straighter and a bit taller what with being stayed by all the shiny new wires and sparking turnbuckles. And this time the mast went up without the slightest hint of drama or damage. I had sworn I was going to hide somewhere and drink while the mast went up. Instead (of course) I was down in the cabin guiding the mast onto the step.
|Hammock on the foredeck again. Tim's a happy camper|
Tomorrow might see sails bent on and more lines run … or it might not. Last time we tried this one night was all we got. If we are still in the slip tomorrow night, then I might start thinking “we made it” once again. I will admit that a good bunch of work was done today, so maybe we will get to ride a rising tide for a while.