French Frigate Shoals or 'How I fucked up another flight plan'

Yes indeed, Vox'ers. A t least those of you following my fantasy journey from my hum-drum existence to one I'd much rather be enjoying. Money not withstanding. Last post, as you'll recall (Ye Gods....I sound like an episode of 'Lost In Space') I'd landed with fumes in the tanks on Green Island, sixty nautical miles short of my destination of Henderson Field, Midway Island.

After over-nighting in the back of the Rockwell Aero Commander, I presumed that a radio call to Hawaii for fuel might result in a shipment of AvGas sufficient to get me to Lihue airport on the Hawaiian island of Kauai. I also estimated - in my early morning funk - that three 44 gallon drums would do the trick. Bugger that early morning funk. I underestimated by about an hour's worth of fuel, which resulted in my landing at French Frigate Shoals, 1 hour and a few minutes from Kauai. It's a crushed coral strip used by tourist carriers to view the atoll & out lying reefs. 3000' long it's easily within the sphere of the Shrike, but as you can tell from the photo, there's nothing on it.

So, I figure, another radio call from the idiot Aussie and flight out by a kindly AvGas supplier and I'll have VH-NDC in the air again, bound for Lihue, as originally intended. So here we sit, the Shrike & I, awaiting that kindly flight from Kauai with a couple of drums of AvGas. Good thing it's not an unpleasant place weather-wise at the moment.
Anyway, once we fuel up and get underway, it's off to Lihue Airport, and then on to Hilo where VH-NDC will undergo the fitting of a suitably sized ferry tank to enable the journey to San Francisco. Pity about the passenger fittings, but I suppose I can have the seats, etc. forwarded by freight to be re-fitted again in 'Frisco. See you in Hilo.