Sun, wind, weekend. The boat cover came off and the sails were bent on. The boat even made it into the water. This should have been a sailing story. But it was not to be.
It was a cold, cold day. I arrived at the boat launch, paid my fees, and set about raising the mast. Solitude III's tabernacle has always been a fairly tight fit, but with the added cold no reasonable amount of force could get the bottom of the mast to seat all the way into the tabernacle. I pushed, shoved, kicked and pulled. Nothing doing.
|It was so cold, there were icicles on the rubrails|
|Sparless in Seattle|
I also pulled the spark plug on the motor, and eventually was able to get the oil cleaned out from the cylinder, so that is good news.
On the bright side, after all this nonsense, I happened to have a crockpot full of jambalaya waiting for me in the kitchen. Back into construction mode!