Here is a picture of my foredeck crew inspecting the boat after the ice storm that hit the Northwest coast the night of December 14:
It looks like a close call, but the tree aft of the boat came down prior to my parking on the street. The close call was what happened within an hour of my moving the trailer off of its pad under the gum trees next to the house:
There are still so many widowmakers that I had to take Blue Moon to the boatyard.
We back up to a steep forested ridge, with all the service lines placed aesthetically out of sight of the street along an easement at the edge of the woods; that is to say, exposed along their full length to anything that falls. We were camping in a dark house for six nights until power was restored by athletic linemen who had to climb each pole (no way to use their equipment because of that aesthetic placement) in the dark and rain. Any of you with larger boats, think about that the next time you have to go up the mast to retrieve a halyard.