So I spent Saturday washing and waxing the boat, had and spent Sunday practicing my tacks. I suck at tacking, but that's another issue. I need to read the copy of Cat Sailing for the 90's that I found at half price books.

Everything was great until it came time to put the boat away. I got everything all packed up and secured and headed towards the mast up storage lot. 500 feet from the water. I was able to navigate an entire parking lot of tree branches and manage to hit one less than 100 feet from my parking spot.

It happened a little something like this.

<rattle rattle rattle>
"hmm my rig is making a lot of noise"

My eyes bug out of my head as I look back in my rear view mirror to see my bow come crashing down on one of the trailer rollers.

Doesn't appear to be any visual damage to the mast, have a dent in my starboard hull from the roller. It's not soft or anything. Quite frim. Just an ugly dent. I know some of the guys I sail with have dents from race collisions.

This sucks. I was being super careful and thought I was in the clear.


And because I'm ridiculously paranoid. I will probably drive out to the lake on my lunch break and drop the mast until I have a chance to go buy new shrouds and bow tangs.