In exchange for a writing critique and a few peanut butter cookies, my good friend Rodney Hennigan offered to take Bob and I on a little cruise. We met at the Parkside Marina just a few miles from our home. Then boarded Captain Rodney's 20-foot homemade canoe. She's a beauty of a boat. We motored up Indian Bayou on a cool overcast evening. Earlier showers had chased all the mosquitoes away. Lush palmettos lined the bayou banks. Invasive salvia and water hyacinth floated innocently atop the brown black water. Cascades of spanish moss dripped from tupelo gum and bald cypress. Blue heron and osprey guided us along, leading the way. Rodney swears there are 'gators in these waters, but we didn't see any. From Indian Bayou we entered the West Fork of the Calcasieu River, cruising northwest toward Sam Houston Jones State Park. We turned around by the park pavillion, a memorable site. Thanks, Rodney, for an enjoyable evening.
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WOW! The pics are beautiful. I'm jealous. That Rodney sure knows how to show you a good time, huh!
Great blog. It was ooozing the potential for a great story.
Rb!!!! I know you!!! (my mom went to your church in Pitt, and we were in that writing group together) Yay!!! Read my mom's blog, she needs commenters. commonhousehold.blogspot.com
So that's what a bayou looks like! I'm glad you saw herons but not 'gators. The gators are probably there, though, lurking under the surface.
I was surprised when Dad told me that y'all didn't see any gators! I guess you'll need a second trip.
Oh, and you gotta try some fried alligator! Go to Pat's of Henderson's off I-210 & Legion. C'est Bon Sha!
Rocky,
I have tried fried alligator. Tastes like chicken.
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