Before you point the bow at blue water, it pays to spend a quiet hour looking up. The mast is a hardworking bit of kit, and it rarely fails out of spite; it fails where loads concentrate, water sits, and metal has been grumbling for a while.
I’ve learned to trust small clues: a stain that wasn’t there last season, a fitting that’s started to fret, a sheave that doesn’t spin like it means it. Most of it you can find tied up at the dock with a rag, a light, and a patient eye.
Do the checks now, while your hands are dry and your toolbox isn’t trying to slide across the cabin sole. Offshore, the rig will take whatever you give it—and it will remember.