Reality happens.

So, today wasn't so smooth sailing.  It was a crash course in... this is what could happen.  So, tied up at a marina for the night, hoping the prop guy is able to help us tomorrow. 
And it's okay because if something big was going to stop working, the best place for it to stop working is when you are at a marina fueling up, right?!....

We have had the most amazing couple of days.  The weather has been perfect, making good time as we make our way south, rocket launch, sundowners in the most ideal anchorage (deep water, no wind, no current), basically all of us were starting to relax.

Well, about that.  Maybe we should have waited a little longer, or maybe it was time for the universe to shake things up a bit... and so it did.

We pulled up the anchor this morning about 8 and motored back onto the ICW.
I should have known that the bliss of the last couple of days couldn't last because, well, it just doesn't.  You take the good with the bad.  I thought we had already dealt with the bad for awhile... not so much.  It was waiting for us in the channel to the fuel dock in Sebastian.

At the same time the the dock hand threw me the line to tie off, Hubs shouts, "We lost reverse!"  Of course he is joking.  He has to be joking, because why and how did we all of sudden lose reverse.  Then he shouts, "Nope, not just reverse, our prop spun off."  Mind you he is not freaking out as I would have been.  He just says it, like, hey look at that bird over there.  Like it's no big deal. 

I didn't realize that he was serious because, well, he didn't sound serious.  And, he has a tendency to not be serious. 

Well, he was.  Serious.  And I think he was freaking out a little bit, but well... Our prop spun off.  Damn.  Damn, damn, damn.

Fun times here on Airabess today.  Great fun.  And tears.  Because then Hubs says, "That's it ladies, dream over,"  Well, I took him at his word because I have no idea what the hell is going on.  I'm good in the galley.  I can throw some lines, but I know absolutely nothing about engines and propellers.  NOTHING. 
Then, well then he disappears into the office with the marina guys and I am sitting in the cockpit crying afraid to go in and see Coco because I don't want to upset her...

Finally, Hubs comes back and informs us all is not lost (this family leans toward the dramatics when we there is a loss of control)... it's just going to be a day or two to fix us up.  And we should be on our way maybe tomorrow.

Thankfully the whole prop falling off happened where it did and not while we were making our way under a bridge. And while Hubs and the marina guys moved the boat and got us situated Coco and I watched a dolphin feed, then later she was able to get face to face with a manatee. 

There is always a silver lining.  Today was so super stressful.  It was trying.  It was not all sunsets and clear water.  It was hard.  But, we are going to make the most of it... .like we always do.