As we pulled out from the dock I checked the tach and saw it was at zero, and the alternator was also at zero. I groaned, knowing the alternator belt had likely snapped. We turned around and pulled back into a slip at the Blind Bay Resort, and I quickly opened the engine compartment. Sure enough, the alternator belt was blown. This wasn’t a terrible surprise because I’d been meaning to change it, but hadn’t figured out how to get the hydraulic belt in front of it off in order to replace it. Nothing like necessity to help you learn what you’ve been avoiding. Still unable to figure out how to get the hydraulic belt off, I called my dad to troubleshoot, and after a few options we realized the hydraulic pump was mounted in slotted holes in a custom welded bracket. I hung up the phone and was able to loosen that, and then the rest was a smooth swap out of both belts. Luckily I have a bag of spares on board, which I discovered were purchased in 1990! Within a few minutes everything was assembled and we were pulling out of the dock, just in time to catch the current at the Green Point rapids.