A refit starts the same way a passage does: with a boat that looks fine from ten feet away, and a list that grows the moment you open the first locker. Somewhere between “just make her safe” and “since we’re in here…” is where time and money like to leak out.
I’ve yet to meet the owner who ran out of ambition before the yard ran out of hours. Parts arrive late, one job uncovers two more, and the calendar keeps turning whether you’re ready or not.
The trick is keeping your hands steady on the tiller—deciding what “done” means, what can wait, and what must be proven on the water before you trust it offshore.