Not so fast!

If, dear reader, we have portrayed this voyage of Rosie as a sequence of umbrella drinks and white sandy beaches, we have seriously misled you.  Shit happens.  Almost every day!  We just deal with it.
Like the day before we are to leave for Florida we are notified that our credit card has been hacked and we have to get a new one.  They mailed it to Riviera Beach City Marina which we hope to get to someday.

We bid adieu to Lucaya and headed to Florida on Friday.  Said good-bye to Fabian, our dockmaster and friend.

Got an escort from the Bahamian Navy (NOT!)

Travelled about 1.5 hours and the alternator stopped charging the batteries.  I headed into shore so we could anchor.  I climbed down into the engine room with my trusty multi-meter to figure it out,  in some pretty rough seas, and immediately got seasick.  But couldn't find the problem so we motored into Knowles shipyard which was nearby.  They pulled the alternator, bench tested it and said it was fine.  They couldn't find the problem.  But as long as we had our generator to charge the batteries we could go on.  So we went to West End, the western tip of Grand Bahamas to wait for the next weather window which was Monday.  But on Saturday the generator wasn't pumping seawater.  So this morning I spent the day, my birthday, in the engine room again.  After many explorations I found a hunk of rubber from a previous impeller stuck in the outflow pipe.

And Wesley Eldred, the previous previous owner of Rosie, left her stocked with so many parts.  Of course we had a new impeller to put in.  Thank you Wesley.