Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Louisiana Bayou





Hello from deep in the Bayou country of Louisiana! Bill and I arrived Monday during a torrential rainstorm in Gibson, a tiny village outside Houma, Louisiana. The resort is called Hideaway Ponds so the RV fisherman can take his choice of the catfish, crawfish, or bass lake. One lake has an alligator and an alligator gar (whatever that creature is)--the owners here seem proud they roam the waters. Ironically, this is the pond designated for the kids to go paddleboating. I have not seen anyone on the water yet; but that could change when school lets out for the summer.

We drove down to Grand Isle earlier today--the end of the road for Hwy 1. The destruction from the hurricane can still be seen here as some sites have been abandoned, while neighbors have cleaned up their sites and made the necessary repairs. Tomorrow we head for Avery Island (the home of Tabasco) and see how Billy's favorite brew is made.

We have been searching the roads for good biking lanes (few and far between) but hope to get out Friday and this weekend when the weather should clear. The wildflowers by the side of the road are still lingering for a few final weeks; I was told that March is the best time to catch them in their glory. We plan to head into the French Quarter on Saturday to be tourists in New Orleans--I have been enjoying spending most of the time outside of the big cities. We have both noticed that the pace of life is a little different down here; the Cajun cooking takes a little longer for the order of red beans and rice or gumbo to appear, but the quality of the food is well worth the wait. Friday our favorite little restaurant outside of Houma (Bayou Delight) has live music so we plan to go again for the food and entertainment.

Silsbee, Texas was a blast as I met Bill's cousin Alice and her husband Donald Seal. They own an RV park (Mill Creek RV Park) where we stayed for three nights. Donald is the king of Texas BBQ and treated us to a meal of ribs, tenderloin and sausages smoked outside for hours. Bill and I were polite (ha, ha) and sampled all three! It was quite an evening down memory lane for Bill as we dined in the house he lived as a young boy.

1 comment:

Jacque said...

Hi BillnSusan!

The country in the south looks beautiful from your pictures. So is it sticky, humid and mosquito ridden down there? Bill looks a lot like Cousin Alice. For the record, I would not paddle boat, or allow any child of mine to paddle boat, in a pond with a gater! Have fun learning about Tabasco.

Jacque