|Into the dumpster, ignomiously.|
So the old jib came out of the forward head an saw us, with a few fairly major sewing sessions, all the way back home to Alaska.
This morning, in the midst of prep for our biology work on the boat, and irked at the idea of moving the new jib from one place to another as we re-organized down below, we once again bent the new sail.
This time we're committed. The old jib went into the dumpster.
We put 50,000 miles on the thing.
"Damn," Alisa said. "We should have burned the thing. Had a proper bier. Showed some respect, instead of just putting it in the dumpster."
|Elias on the old jib, when it was down for repairs between Panama and Hawai'i.|