The guys made it to Sebastian Inlet around 5:20pm.  I did as was told and brought the truck and lots of food — especially the grapes.  As the food was being unloaded, I pulled the grapes out of the bag and expected to be attacked.  Instead, Bill replied, “oooh grapes, good idea sweety, thanks!”   [Insert slap to the forehead.]  However, when I pulled the box of chocolate donuts out of the bag, I feared for my safety.

Then it was back to work.  The bent rudder.  When Bill was removing the rudder he noticed his steering cable was busted.  He let out a deep sigh then said, “Well, that would explain a lot.”  Took the rudder to the parking lot and, as much I hate to admit it, I found a little bit of joy in running that thing over several times to straighten it.  Success.  Then it was time to resupply.  I took a picture of the all the tables where Bill had his stuff spread out.  It never ceases to amaze me how much that Kruger can hold and still stay afloat.  I left a little after midnight for the drive home as Bill was deciding whether to pitch his tent or just sleep on his mat.