We are tethered on the inner most space of the inner dock at Gorge Harbor Marina. Night two of three. There is comfort that comes from the connection to shore power and a source of food other than our own small galley. It comes at a price though. Our view is either cabins on shore or the towering fiberglass wall of an Ocean Alexander motoryacht and a captain equipped with a mouth not unlike his boat's engine - loud, deep and the more alcohol he imbibes the louder he gets. On top of that he spews verbage about stupid politicians and onboard toilet management and then just gurgles to fill the air so no one else dare interject. Maybe a night on the hook doesn't sound too bad. Alas, I must endure. Most of the day I have been stewing about batteries and alternators and regulators. The lack of cell phone reception has compounded my frustrations as I would like to resolve a recharging problem before we cut the umbilical of shore power. Web access has made connecting to outside expertise a possiblity however being Friday afternoon, it may be a couple of days before any advice is offered...and then we may be off the grid. It could be manageable though. I snugged up the alternator belt and checked connections so we'll have to see once under engine power for a few hours. The Balmar regulator may need to be reprogrammed so I hear from the Island Packet web site forum. "It may be that simple". I suppose it's all relative. I hear surgery can be easy too, once you know what your doing. So the evening wind blows rattling the halyards, the sun filters through the remnants of a tasty pinot noir, Brooke reads below in the salon and a frozen Hagen Das bar awaits in the freezer...ahh but first, dinner.