LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL - well, at least the battery box is now in the engine room where it belongs, day 23 (but who's counting) update. Our friend Doug, back in Minnesota, is dying to hear the latest on the battery box saga.  Would like to say it's a wrap, but it seems to be more of a challenge then either one of us thought it would be or maybe it started out to be just a battery box and has grown into something much bigger, (i.e.) rerouting fuel lines and Racor filters; trying to locate 4/0000 cable; driving to Port St. Lucie (2 1/2 hours) to borrow a battery cable crimper from a friend and, well, it is what it is. We are now patiently awaiting delivery of the twelve new batteries.  These are pictures of more recent progress. 

For several days the cockpit turned into a paint booth.  Now mind you, we have a dog with black hair, who needs to travel thru this area to go pee - hmmm, don't know how that black dog hair got in your white paint!

New box and remounted fuel filters.

Yeah - it's in, and mission accomplished - look at the nice little walkway to the back of the engine room.  Lots of detailing yet to happen, but for Deb, it's out of sight and out of mind.

During a lull in the action (waiting for paint to dry) we decided to attend the local Celtic Festival - here are some highlights.

His shirt says - It's a kilt.  If I wore something under it THEN it would be a skirt.

Seriously?

and, of course, dancing.

and more, kilts.

Also, a British car show.

We did have an ulterior motive for driving over to borrow a crimping tool - we wanted to check out the marina where Wayne & Carol are staying.  Their marina is part of the Club Med operation - looks inviting.

That's all we have for now - more updates to follow.