As we got close to the area we saw lots of these banners welcoming and thanking the volunteers. (also complaining about the government, per the folks who were translating for me.)
Several organizations had truckloads of provisions on-site to nourish the help.
These protective suits and boots were provided for us. That guy who is not suited up is one of the fellows on hand to instruct us in what to. Otherwise, we'd have had no idea how to even get started. I now know more than I ever wanted to about cleaning up oil slicks.
The sacks lining the road are filled with oily sand and rocks collected today. I would have thought that we'd have at least felt happy to have done something to help, found it a good experience and all that. As it turns out, no amount of comraderie and pulling together can make up for the heartbreak of an oil spill. Besides, it was a bitterly cold day and we suffered mightily for our efforts.