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“I need her repacked for a four-day permit on the Rogue,” Maya said, tossing the limp, heavy bundle onto Leo’s bench. “Just shove it in the bag. Fast.”

Three weeks later, she returned to the warehouse—not with a blown-out mess, but with a clean, dry, perfectly folded Big Sally . She placed it on Leo’s bench with a six-pack of his favorite pale ale. raft repack

In the sprawling warehouse of Summit Gear & Rescue, Leo was known as the “raft whisperer.” He could pack a 14-foot self-bailing raft into a duffel bag the size of a small microwave. Guides from three states brought him their boats after every season. “I need her repacked for a four-day permit

Leo grinned. “Lesson two: Why you never store a raft on concrete.” She placed it on Leo’s bench with a

Maya’s smirk faded.

Leo didn’t move. He unzipped the bag, pulled out a wadded repair kit, and held up a leaf. “You don’t repack a raft,” he said quietly. “You rebirth it.”

Step three: Dry. Not “shake and bake,” but hanging in a climate-controlled room for 48 hours. “Moisture is mold’s invitation. Mold eats the glue that holds your floor to your tubes.”