It all started one dark rainy dismal day. It was pouring so hard as soon as you stepped out side you were soaked to the bone. I thought it only rained like this in Kodiak but I was wrong, it rains harder in California than in Kodiak, and that's BAD!



As you can see Jim is not very happy about this situation. But really what makes it even worse, there's nothing he can do about it because he can't fit his arm in the mast hole. Larissa to the rescue. sort of. I could barely fit my arm in the hole. love that expression! I had to make it as I squoze. so I had a piece of duct tape attached to my fingers and was trying to cover the hole to get us through the night. my poor arm hurt for the next few days, and the tape only covered part of the hole.

