Adjusted the stuffing box on the boat this weekend. It was a success despite the fact I left one of the two wrenches home. A brrowed wrench, some lube, a busted knuckle and a few choice words the problem was fixed.
I returned the wrenches and cleaned up the boat and myself then Marilyn and I were going out to lunch. Then we heard a pop and a whump! Pete was fixing his boat loosened up some of the stays and his mast came crashing down. The mast hit a friends boat after smacking a piling. No one was hurt. It could have been very ugly. But the end was just Pete's mast is now wrecked.
On a lighter side Saul and Ellen came by for a visit. They were down at Rock Hall and came by on Sunday morning.