Plan B

Today's weather was positively lousy.   The weather reports all called for relatively light winds and some rain.   What we got was 40+ knots, 4-6 waves, and torrential downpours interspersed with normal downpours.   Aren't you glad to be there rather than here?   Weirdly, we aren't...   In spite of all of that, the boat is pretty comfortable, dry, and safe.

We did not make it to Shearwater.   Karen, smartly elected to divert to a nearby anchorage well named, Refuge Cove.   This well protected cove is exactly that.

When we pulled into the cove the winds died down and the water went flat.   Out in the strait it was still howling, but not here.

These pictures are from later this afternoon, once the wind had abated and the rain turned to our customary drizzle.

Karen discovered water dripping from the ceiling (called "overhead" on a boat) in the main living area (called "salon" or "saloon" on a boat).   

Before I really tackle that problem, it is lunchtime.  I'm cold, wet, and soaked from my brief foray to the foredeck to drop the anchor, so lunch is tomato-red pepper soup and open-face grilled cheese sandwiches!

Purrrrfect!   And that's about as political as I'll get...

Then, I open-up the overhead and start searching for the source of water entry into the boat.   I swear water can run up hill on boats.

We traced the water path to a conduit that is exactly below the forward holder for the tender staple.   When they installed that holder, they cut into the conduit (see picture).   It appears that the water is entering from around that flange and dripping into the conduit.   OK, that's an easy enough repair when we have better weather.

For now, I'll do the equivalent of duct tape (while a different product, it serves the same purpose but, we call it "preservation tape" on a boat).  Not elegant, but hopefully effective.

Some pictures of our anchorage tonight...

Ahhh, this is better...