Rain and wind erode the finest materials.

The third dock was not exactly made of the finest material, but it was perfectly usable until the other day when a storm blew  through and rocked it around for a few hours. Here's a POV movie of me walking out on the dock that was destroyed, showing it before it fell apart.

And here's a picture of it now, before I pulled it apart.

And here's our hero removing the broken parts, the first stage of repair.

Here's a short appearance of my father. 90 years old.