Nothing in life is static. From growth comes decay, order turns to chaos, and life eventually returns to death. A day of going over my Sprite turned up a multitude of problems I was not to concerned about in upstate NY.
Upon reaching home, I discovered that the tiller, which had looked so strong and assuring in the cockpit was in two pieces, rot having hollowed out it’s all important core. Likewise was the wiring a disaster in the making. Running hither and yon from a makeshift switch panel carelessly hung from the portside quarter berth, it was only on tracing them did I discovered that the switches were redundant, as the wires themselves had no destination..
Truly my cute little Sprite had turned into a full scale project as a major refit loomed on the horizon like a squall just waiting to pounce. The skies had been red the morning I retrieved my boat, but I had failed to take warning.