It is 6am, and I am trying to raise my arms over my head to pull on a t-shirt so I can get back to work. But my arms don’t want to go there, and they are complaining. Loudly. We just got to bed at 2am after the previous day’s work, so I should be good to go.
It is a week and a half into our estimated week-long haulout, and there is no end in sight. In hindsight (it is now ten months later, but my elbows still hurt a bit), my original estimate was a pipe dream. But there was no way to know how long it would take to do things that we had never done before. We also added some work to the list as we came across more things that needed attention.
So here is, long after the fact, a summary of the work we did in the full month we were hauled out, and some pictures to prove it! BTW, we did every bit of the work ourselves, so we have nobody to blame if anything was not done right. That’s the way I prefer it.
