Note the large, expensive, unsuspecting cruiser beside Hilary's boat in this scene. I am concerned that if the wheels come off and we get in the weeds with handfuls of wayward mast,
Nope. The trailer is supported by jacks and it's also being used as a workbench so there is all sorts of crap that would have to be stowed. Besides, he says, "There's no wind."
With mast largely on target, and temporarily supported, it's time to work out how we're gonna get this big stick vertical. The decision is made to hang a block from the backstay tang on the transom, then secure a line to the backstay turnbuckle, lead the line back through the block and forward to the cabin top winch. One of us would winch, while one or two of us would walk the mast up, and the man on the ground would move and extend the ladder providing support as needed. We looped a line over the spreaders and back to the toerail to act as temp stays. The plan was winch, tension the temp stays, move the ladder, winch, tighten, stays, winch, while walking the mast up hand over hand from the bow. We'd take our time, communicate, co-ordinate our maneuvers, and all would proceed with well-oiled precision.
Then the wind fitfully starts to fart in gusts..
With the mast resting on the mast step, it was time. The decision was made to count it down to get us all syncronized.
The guy on the winch starts cranking like he is grinding through a tack on an America's Cup boat.
The rest of us scramble to keep up as the mast starts it's climb to upright early. Men, we really need to standardize the "Go on Three! or Three! and then Go!?!" protocol.
And the wind is becoming a little more insistent, like it knows what we're attempting.
40 seconds later the mast is up and a mad scramble is on to get the line off the backstay and the backstay secured and the inner shrouds pinned and the turnbuckles turned so that nothing buckles. And I am the guy holding up the swaying mast.
In hindsight, the work would have been less stressful if all the hardware hadn't been sitting in one box as far away from the stuff requiring fastening as possible whilst still remaining aboard.
But we got it done, nobody got hurt...
and Hilary and his yet-to-be-named boat is now on the water in his new slip, just down from Whiskeyjack.