A certain pessimistic worry wart was right - bad stuff is bound to happen. Here we are in Long Island and we need new batteries. Since the duty on them would be a whopping 72%, we are weighing options right now.

The optimist favors not using our fridge and reducing our perishables to what can fit in the Engel. Run that we have solar and/or wind and turn everything off at night. Then replace the batteries when we get to Marathon. The pessimist thinks we need to head back right this very minute as everything is bound to break down any time now. However, said pessimist fights a daily battle with inertia, hence our third week here in Thompson Bay.

The only thing that is certain is the hand on forehead.