Grand Bayou Fishing 05-02-09
Ok, yesterday cements it for me. I have fallen in love with the people of Louisiana. At the end of my exploration yesterday (a total of 300 miles of driving), I decided to go down this rocky road (about an hour south of New Orleans) to follow a tiny sign that said "Grand Bayou Village." I do not have an offroad vehicle, but I risked it anyway. As I was deciding on whether I should, a truck turned onto the road, so I flagged him down and asked him if there was in fact a village down there (because I'd looked it up on google via iPhone, and found a website that said it no longer existed), and he said there certainly was, and that he was on his way down there to deliver a mattress to his friend, so if I followed him, they'd take me out on the boat to check it out. As you can imagine, my only reaction was HELL YEAH! So, I did, and they took me to their fishing cabin where I met Robert's wolf, and saw his cabin and shrimping set-up. They then took me, by boat all over the bayou, showing me dams, and natural gas pumps and wildlife and telling me stories about life before and after Katrina (they refer to it this way the same way many refer to life as BC and AD). They then offered to grill me some shrimp and steak and stay for dinner, but unfortunately I had to pass on that because it was already 7 p.m. and I had a 3 hour drive back to hotel. I exchanged info with them though, as I believe I have made friends for life. They said I could come back anytime! Man, what an experience. I am in awe.