Postmortemed by Monty
Still not sure why the boat sank. The company who refloated it said there was no "smoking gun".
It could be that the bilge pump (a small pump that pumps any accumulated water from the very bottom of the inside of the boat (called the "bilge") to the outside of the boat (in our case called "the ocean") so the boat doesn't violate the "First Law Of Boating" (Keep the Water on the OUTSIDE of the boat)) siphoned water into the boat because it failed due to mechanical reasons. It could be because the accumulated weight of snow on the boat or the wind driven swell or the wind listed the boat and pushed the outlet below the waterline. Something allowed the "ocean" to fill up the inside of our boat overwhelming the approximately 200 lbs. of Damp Rid we had on board that valiantly tried to suck up the entire ocean and failed, sending our boat to the bottom, along with Clambake, the ship's mascot.
We went to salvage what we could. There wasn't much. We fit it all into my Explorer Sport with the dinghy strapped on top.
Now we wait for the number from the insurance company, Ominous rumblings, but we'll see what they do. The course forward depends on their number.
The (for us) heartbreaking pictures are below. The smell doesn't come through the screen, fortunately.
It could be that the bilge pump (a small pump that pumps any accumulated water from the very bottom of the inside of the boat (called the "bilge") to the outside of the boat (in our case called "the ocean") so the boat doesn't violate the "First Law Of Boating" (Keep the Water on the OUTSIDE of the boat)) siphoned water into the boat because it failed due to mechanical reasons. It could be because the accumulated weight of snow on the boat or the wind driven swell or the wind listed the boat and pushed the outlet below the waterline. Something allowed the "ocean" to fill up the inside of our boat overwhelming the approximately 200 lbs. of Damp Rid we had on board that valiantly tried to suck up the entire ocean and failed, sending our boat to the bottom, along with Clambake, the ship's mascot.
We went to salvage what we could. There wasn't much. We fit it all into my Explorer Sport with the dinghy strapped on top.
Now we wait for the number from the insurance company, Ominous rumblings, but we'll see what they do. The course forward depends on their number.
The (for us) heartbreaking pictures are below. The smell doesn't come through the screen, fortunately.
This is the top of the 'frige, Doesn't close anymore. Notice the bowl in the pantry is full of water. 
The paper towels need to be replaced. The stains on the walls are from engine oil leeched from the engine. (Audrey, no oil was discharged into the bay. You can still come to my house.) 
Amazingly, books, DVDs, and rum are still on the shelves. Clambake is hiding, traumatized, behind the storage bin. 
The Engine Room, where I spent too much time studying and tracing wires. Also scraping gaskets.
The aft cabin, where magic used to happen. (Sleep.)
"You got a suit? Suit up."
"Bye, Lady."
Clambake, in happier times.