Crap whore storm hits that night. BOO!
Actually 70 mph winds. All hell breaks loose at the marina. (There's a reason, but I shall not detail, you can figure it out)
So, I merrily go to start cleaning up the boat from the move and start 'moving in'.
That will not happen right now. Things have gone awry, and if you take care of a sailor in need, that sailor will take care of you when you need it.
So, the great storm(s) of 2011.
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| Neighbor's boat that they made. Repeat, THEY BUILT THEMSELVES. Demasted and shrouds torn from the deck. |
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| Hunter 31 with the head all squirrelly and the main also coming from furler. |
So, it was a sad day on our dock, the Hunter we got refurled, but there was some chafing going on and it's a new boat, that sucks.
However, we had round two the next night, not as bad, but still put forth some damage.
The boat by the demasted boat had its head furler break loose. And then another dock broke loose and proceeded to eat our friends Prius.
OUCH!
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