When Lift Straps Attack (and Other Lessons in Letting Go)
We knew something wasn’t right. Water was gushing up from the kitchen sink while Plot Twist sat in the slings, half-submerged, looking entirely too innocent for the chaos she was causing. After running through every terrifying possibility—new engine work, generator through-hulls, seacocks—we were mentally preparing for something expensive and complicated. Then John Williams gave that sweet, ah-ha look. “I know what it is.” He stepped outside, leaned over the hull, and called back calmly: “The lift straps are blocking the drain port.” Of course they were. Our sink drain ties into the engine room bilge outlet, and the straps holding our girl in the air were pressing directly against it. Water had nowhere to go… so it came back inside. The straps were adjusted, and the water stopped gushing. With all systems checked, no leaks from the new seacock, and the engine purring like she hadn’t just tried to drown us, Chris eased us from dry storage into the most beautiful sight imagi...