We headed off to Dawesville with our new purchase from the Mandurah Boat Show, a new tender to replace the one that slowly disintegrated on my journey south. I sold the old one for 5 cents, it was a cheap import that could not stand up to the Australian sun, the glue on the seams slowly gave way and I was left with something that resembled a plastic bath. Once in Dawesville the boys spent hours motoring up and down a small channel gaining valuable dingy hours. That night we had a BBQ, where I burnt the meat, and sat back for a few quiet beers. The following morning it was a tail wind cruise back to the now packed Mandurah Marina with Riley attempting to eat all the leftover food on the yacht before we made port.