But after 20 some years of putting her in, it's still a routine. Always with its variations. This time, as the rain pelted out backs, we hoisted the mast on the jin pole, started pinning the shrouds when Ian realized he's led the forestay to the spreader bracket when he reassembled the rigging a few weeks earlier. Back down it goes to the deck. Fix, rehoist. Uh oh. How'd the lowers fall out of their tang slots? We'll deal with those later. . . But otherwise, everything fit as it should, we found the cotter pins in the sink where we left them, Ian had meticulously patched the hole that I (Dave) put in the boat in the last days of the summer season, and in the V-berth, still in its carboard box, sits the new 3DL jib for our veteran trimmer Herb McCormick, who's back on the bench after a year sailing around the world, north-to-south. There wasn't much jib trimming, Herb told me when he returned home last fall, just button pushing. Something tells me we'll have to whip ol' Herbie into shape something quick.