I found a crack in a shroud turnbuckle and I wasn't comfortable with it because we will be doing a lot of beating to get home. The pressure exerted on the boat can be phenomenal and I was afraid the thing would crack in half and cause us major grief. I don't think Gene was worried, but he is replacing it to appease me.
Arrow pointing to crack.The problem is we can't get the turnbuckles here so we have to order them. That could take anywhere from a week to a month. Since we motor through the canal, we will keep our transit date and replace the turnbuckles on the Pacific side. Gene has emailed a company in the US and requested them to mail to a marine hardware store in Panama City. Of course, that was on the weekend. Hopefully, they will email us back today with cost and time quotes.
I think I have everything in pretty good order below. I have rearranged and rearranged and I have almost everything stowed in a good spot.
Gene is at the grocery getting provisions for the transit crew. We will have to feed six for two days and put five up for one night. It's going to be pretty crowded!
Tomorrow, I will do all our laundry and prepare all I can ahead of time for transit food. We are going to the restaurant with Glyn and Dave tomorrow night so I won't have to cook and make a mess.
It is Carnival right now and tomorrow is Fat Tuesday. I hope the crew we've hired and the advisor won't be suffering from debilitating hangovers and slip up! Can you tell I'm suffering from High Anxiety?