The right light.

Here's one of Kenutu's darkest secrets. None of her exterior lights were operational when we bought her. The bulbs for the running lights were all corroded and the spreader lights had broken covers and had blown bulbs. When we moved into the marina and had to be inspected, we got a kick in the pants and decided to suss out this lighting thing.

When I say we, I mean Mack.  

He dug into Kenutu's nose and tracked the wires leading to the running lights. A few snips and clips followed by a couple of bulbs and he had it fixed. Good thing too, because the sun was setting and, well, we don't have lights outside!

Like moths to a flame, we suddenly became transfixed with fixing and next up was the spreader lights. I'm not sure how he ended up getting those things on because HE PUT A TELEVISION ON THE BOAT, but when I came out, there were three moons in the sky instead of one. 

The girl can officially go out at night now.