Tuesday, we had first too much wind to mount the furler at MaRe and then Pohnpei did all what it could do to keep the world record in annual precipitation.

I had to give up the idea of mounting on Tuesday. Looking at all four weather models I get, it looked that Wednesday is pretty good in all for weather models.

So, yesterday we started with the final preparations. Two mooring lines and two fenders to dock MaRe at Kumers floating boat dock, bows a head.

Taz & Chloe of SV Alicia, and Rokko helped to carry the assembled furler down to the dock. The roof-only restaurant allowed us to walk at one side through it because the way leads straight forward to the dock.

With a stern anchor we secured MaRe’s sterns against the light wind from side. The bows where fixed against the dock with fenders and a side line against the wind.

While we brought MaRe to the dock, Rokko tied up a sail tie close to the upper end of the furler. A prefect connection to the main halyard I used to pull the furler up to close the top of the mast.

Three young men gave additional hands to carry the furler down towards MaRe while the top of the furler was pulled up the mast. It worked perfectly fine.

I went up the mast and could without any problems mount the toggle, which holds the forestay’s eye and as such the furler on to the mast.

Now, only was needed to mount the lower eye of forestay into the toggle at the bow. While I descended from the mast – it takes me a few minutes – Tobi and Rokko could do this already. The most important things were done.

While descending the mast, I felt already that the wind increasing. But with the lower end of the forestay in the toggle, all was secured and we left the dock immediately. Tobi fought with the stern anchor and when it was board I could fully navigate MaRe.

We went back to the place we anchored before, dropped the hook and MaRe was secured again.

A rest was needed. Tobi made a pot of coffee and brought chocolate chips cookies. We rested at least for an hour. The strong tension of mounting the furler was gone. It fell down of me like parts of a caldera when the islands appeared by their volcanic origin.

After the break we connect the drum with the link plates to the toggle. Re-attached the drum with the furling line connected, winded the line up in the right direction.

Then came a crucial work. Re-adjusting the tension on the shrouds and the inner stay. I took time to do this work but with the notes on full turns of the turnbuckles and absolute measurements, Tobi and I got the written l work done and I feel confident that the tension on each shroud and stay is what is was before.

At end of the day, the furler was ready to hoist the genoa again. A boat without a genoa is not a real boat and I want to have a real boat back. On a few days, MaRe will start sailing to Japan. My second “home country” and midway of my looong sail.