Let me explain this picture.
Once upon a weekend not so long ago, we had a sunny day. (shocking, I know) Motivated to utilize every ounce of dry, John removed one of the stanchions (metal poles holding our lifelines up that are attached through the deck with screws) with the intention of cleaning out the screw holes, drying out the deck, refilling the holes, and rescrewing the stanchion. The holes under these stanchions cause never-ending leak-chasing and need to be routinely rebedded to cut down on the raining inside the boat.
Unfortunately, as far as he got was removing the stanchion and making a big mess before the rain returned. He taped it up and covered it with a tarp, waiting for another dry spell to finish the job.
A week later (yes, that's right, it did not stop raining long enough to dry the deck for 7 days), we had a particularly bad rainstorm. I woke up almost falling out of bed. John was nudging me as far as I could go, because on the other side of him, our boat had wet the bed. The tape, the plastic, the cover, the bowl- they had failed. Our bed was soaked.
That was what we call "the last straw".
Out came the full-boat cover (a convenient and not cheap throw-in when we bought the boat).
That's only half of the cover, the thing is huge
The previous owner warned it would take about half a day to sort out which way is up, stretch it over the boat, and tie it around all the dozens of bits and bobs in the way.
We were pleasantly surprised when two hours later we had a big tent on our boat.
And now, we live in a cave. But it's a dry cave, and I'm not complaining.
