Feast or famine. One minute we’re guarding our fresh water as if our lives depended on it, the next we’re sloshing it all over the cockpit in a belated cleanup from our very salty passage.
The watermaker folks were gone by lunchtime leaving us with a working system cranking out the gallons. A few hours later, before the tank was even full, the heavens opened up with a gorgeous cooling rain. I was ready for it and deployed my various containers under the sun awnings hoping to supplement the watermaker’s production. In under an hour I had captured thirty gallons of water, turned off the watermaker, topped up the tank and I still have fifteen gallons in jerry jugs that I’ll add to the tank when I do laundry tomorrow. Woo-hoo! Thanks again to Ron for showing us the error of our ways and pointing us toward rain catchment.