I confess I was morbidly curious about what we would find when we got down to the Gulf, but thankfully there was far more evidence of precaution than actual oil. The one and only tarball I saw is in the bottom left corner of the above picture. I felt like I was meeting a B-list celebrity when I came across it.
Makeshift work stations were spaced a few hundred yards apart down the length of the beach. The folding chairs were comically out of place, but I guess giving the workers beach chairs would have been a real public relations blunder.