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Pam and I at the island. Photo by Cherie Anderson
That night I got on my knees, weeping as I prayed. I said, "Dear God, I don't  know if this is really your will for me. I don't know if my friends are right when they say it is crazy to attempt to go on this trip. I don't know if I have made a good choice or a bad choice. If I have made a mistake, please help me to correct it but if this trip is, indeed, your will for me, I ask that you give me the strength, the courage and the means to carry it out. Your will, not mine be done."

The following day, I woke up feeling better. I decided I was going to go into the alligator's territory, confront it and show it that I was ready and willing to fight back. I tucked the diving knife under my belt, took the spear in one hand, the machete in the other and headed into the east trail looking like Rambo. I noisily chopped grass and branches while I loudly shouted, hoping that the gator would hear me: "You stay away from me and my babies and I will stay away from yours! You hear? If you don't want me to invade your territory and harm your babies you stay away from us!" I continued to chop and shout all the way down the trail while making  sure I stayed at a safe distance from the water's edge where the gator was most likely hiding, watching and waiting. Fortunately, I did not run into the gator. In hindsight, I was insane! What on earth was I thinking? Even if I had been in topnotch shape - which I was not - I was definitely no match for any alligator regardless of its size.
After my excursion, I gathered palmetto palm fronds and laid them down across every path that led to the tent so that if an alligator approached, we would hear it. For the rest of our stay on the island, the dogs remained on a leash.

Jan and John Hughes showed up at the island. I did not immediately recognize her. Jan was the lady with the two horses who had so kindly allowed us to rest on the beach of her waterfront home.  We spoke about the trip I was planning to make. I explained to them that I still needed to build a leeboard and make a rudder for the canoe but that I did not have a drill. They told me that I was welcomed to use their tools and that they had some plywood that I could use for the leeboard.

I then showed them the pressed grass and they too agreed that it looked like it had been made by a gator.
They invited me to a BBQ at their place and on the assigned day they came over to pick me up on their boat. I met their daughter, Jen, and her boyfriend. I met Jan's aunt and her sister-in-law. I met their horses, cows, bulls, and goat. I spent a wonderful day in their company.

After buying the necessary hardware, John and his son's friend helped me to saw the wood for the two leeboards and install the rigging for a retractable rudder. I had forgotten to buy Polyurethane for the leeboards and, therefore, the installation of the leeboards would have to be postponed. I would worry about that further up the river.

The rudder, however, was a success. A man at the lock had given me what I can only describe as a sort of round, aluminum plate with a whole in its center. He said I might be able to find some use for it. We used this part to attach the hinges and the rudder from the windsurfer in such a way that we ended up with a retractable and removable rudder. What it lacked in esthetics it made up for in effectiveness. That night John and Jan invited us to spend the night at their home. It was the last night of comfort my girls and I were to experience for a long  time.
Cherie and Pam arrived on their kayak, hauling the windsurfer board behind them. After they landed and we hugged, I showed them the pressed grass and they agreed it sure looked like a gator had made it. Cherie and Pam did not stay long. They still had to kayak back to Alva and they still had to finish packing because the following day they were leaving on vacation to North Carolina. I was sad to see them go. I am blessed to have had them as my friends for many years and to have been touched by their love and their kindness.
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