I think we got out of the workyard just in time. "Mexico City," as the marina staff calls it, has instituted new rules and no one in the yard is happy. There seems to be a new chapter in the story everyday. Those in the yard were recently told: no more vehicles are allowed inside the gates, no use of unused boat stands (usually they are used to set one's mast on so it doesn't lay on the ground), a tarp must be draped on the side of a boat being sanded (then the sanding dust lands on the ground and blows off anyway), and keep ALL your "stuff" under/around your boat). The only boat in the workyard who was there longer than us is Tazmo and Mike has now had enough. He's in the slings and ready to go.