Friday we collected our propane tanks in Road Town and headed up to Virgin Gorda to be in position for the hoped for weather window. Between anchoring, dinghying and walking back and forth with the propane tanks, we made it to Spanish Town in Virgin Gorda where there is a customs station at 3:30.
    Dinghying in to the Ferry dock and finding customs took about 1/2 hour and put us in front of the agent's door just as they closed. The mountain between us kept us from communicating our changed plans with "Dancin Fool" and we spent a rolly night next to the Ferry channel where apparently uninspected goods and people were coming and going until evening. The morning saw us in front of the door at opening time and when "Island time" rolled around we checked out and took off as fast as we could for the north end of Virgin Gorda. There we discovered that "Dancin Fool" had also decided that Friday was not auspicious and was still there. Saturday called for seas of 3-5 feet and winds in the 15-20 kt range but later looked worse in that the wind was expected to come down and the seas up. We basically decided to go that afternoon because the foreseeable future looked worse and this looked doable. We got water, fuel, hoisted the dinghy on our new davits and lashed it down. Susie replenished the oatmeal cookie supply for underway sustenance and at 3:00pm off we hoisted the anchor and noticed that we were no longer generating power to replace that sucked down by the windlass. Slightly perplexed, we headed back out the channel toward Anegada. We decided to try to stay North as the winds were from somewhat north of east and our destination was southeast.
    Close hauled with double reefed mainsail and trying to get as east as the wind would allow, we were headed through the big fishing center of the Caribbean. Lance put out a long hand line with lure and placed the hub in a net on the cockpit table. Just as we were in the midst of our first tack the plastic hub holding the line started buzzing. Susie put here hand on the nylon line and added one more to our list of "101 stupid things to do on boats". All four fingers now sport a fishing line burn. We blew the tack and watched as "Dancin Fool" passed us, pointing higher and plowing better through the waves. We decided to run the engine at low speed to 1) run the refrigerator 2) keep from being left in the dust 3) see what was wrong with the electrics. At this point, we discovered the refrigerator was not going on. Wondering what else the gremlins had gotten to, we discovered that we had no running lights (although the stern light worked, it was hidden by the dinghy. As working on this stuff gets harder after dark, I spent the next hour hanging over the pulpit which pitched the aforementioned 3-5 feet and in the wiring panel while trying not to lose tools to the roll and in the running engine compartment braced against the movement and hoping to not burn myself. The fault lay in a wire to the alternator with a broken connector which we were able to temporarily repair. Everything was fixed but the running lights which turned out to have a completely unrelated problem. At this point, we are at about the point of no return. If we turned back at 5:00, we could get back in before dark. We decided things were good enough and that the steaming light shining on the sail made us sufficiently visible that we were ok. It was blowing hard and we were going fairly fast and the seas were manageable. Some people even think this is fun. (Note from Susie: Lance's diagnosis and repair of the charging system was fairly brilliant, especially under these conditions. All of a