Tyche
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 18
There was a lot more to hauling my boat than just the haul. The masts had to be pulled and that meant she had to be unrigged and that meant ... remove the sails ... flaked, rolled and bagged ... except ... it was raining ... and they can’t ... or shouldn’t ... be bagged wet. No help for it ... they were hoisted up the drying mast at the marina shop. They’d get a good rinse in the storm. Hang the coiled lines on the safety lines. They have to dry, too.
All the standing rigging needs to stay with the mast. Mark them so they go back where they belong after the debacle. Unbolt the furling. It needs to be inspected ... after the mast is down.
Remove the boom.
Pull the mast.
I had to hire a crane ... the marina jears were too short.
Do it twice ... a schooner has at least two masts.
Why? The schooner was bigger than any of the outside spaces available and there are high tension power lines between the ramp and the vacant lot across the highway.
I had to buy the lot from the motel. As you might have guessed ... it was the middle of November before the boat got moved. We careened her ... tilted her sideways on the mud flats by the east end of the lake. With the starboard side out of the water ... I replaced the busted thru-hull with a new, and very expensive, bronze one.
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