The Green Pea, Lake Arthur, LA

Lake Arthur is one of my favorite little Louisiana towns. I’ve been there several times: to kayak, take the boys to the beach, or simply for an ice cream cone. I LOVE the LA Regatta Restaurant. Eric and I enjoyed a delightful lunch there, then had ice cream for dessert at Sugar Chic, a sweet bakery/ice cream shop. You can read about the time I took my sons and a friend to Lake Arthur here (FYI: LA Scoops is now closed) and the time I went on a night paddle in Lake Arthur here.

When I was asked to write a story on a little art studio in Lake Arthur this week, I jumped at the chance to head southeast to this quaint village nestled on the Mermentou River.

 

Chris Zaunbrecher opened The Green Pea four years ago. It was a live-long dream of hers come true. In her quaint boutique-style studio, she teaches art classes, hosts birthday parties and art camps for kids, and encourages timid painters to draw out their creative natures and express themselves. She also teaches art at Moss Bluff Middle School.

 

To learn more about Chris and The Green Pea, find the studio on Facebook and read my story in the August 15th issue of The Louisiana Jam.

A Little Night Paddle

I headed east to Lake Arthur for a night paddle last night. It was a joint adventure between Lake Charles’ Pelican Paddlers and the Lafayette Paddle Club. We met at the put-in around 7:30. There was so much duck weed on the water; it looked like we could have walked on it. But once we rounded the bend into the bayou, the invasive green weed cleared somewhat.

Storms blew through the area earlier in the evening, so the sky was overcast and dusk settled in early.

The route took us out of the bayou and into Lake Arthur, around and up the peninsula, where our group of eleven enjoyed dinner (along with 10 gazillion mosquitoes who are apparently immune to bug spray) on the deck of the Regatta Restaurant.

But back to the lake. The sun set lovely in a wash of pink, coral, violet, and cornflower blue.

Because of the dim lighting, photos can’t begin to describe the beauty one sees on a paddle like this. We passed a rookery of great white heron that left us speechless. To see hundreds of these giant alabaster birds perched or flying through the trees . . . well, like I said, speechless.

Night paddling offers several advantages over the usual daytime excursions. The moon shimmers on the peaceful water. The wind has stilled and the speed boats gone home; it’s quiet, except for frogs croaking at a decibel one wouldn’t think possible. Fish leap near the bows of the boats, and I dread the day one flips itself into my cockpit. There’s always the chance of an alligator sighting, though I did not see any last night. While there is very little motor boat traffic after dark, as we paddled back through the charcoal blackness of the bayou, we did pass some folks in a jon boat trolling their jug lines.

This is the only photo I took after the sun set.

Indeed, life is good.