The Bayou

Born on the Bayou….Born on the Bay-OU….Born on the Bayou…. Now that song can get stuck in someone’s head. Especially if that is really the only part of the song that one knows and one is camping on a literal bayou. In a state park named Bayou Segnette in Louisiana. This was my first Bayou experience and I was only disappointed that it was winter (so there was little foliage on the trees) and that I didn’t hear the strains of “Dueling Banjos” playing in the background.

Here is the actual Bayou…

Can you imagine paddling through this with moss draped all around…gators eyeing you with just their snouts slightly above the water line… you’re wearing a shirt made from a flour sack and a straw hat…paddling off to meet Huck and Tom? No? Well maybe you had to be there…

I thought these little stumps of trees looked like people congregating for some ceremony. Maybe a coven? Nuns? Druids? Bayou worshippers?

Keegan is carrying a stick so he can look big if we are attacked by an animal. He practiced standing this stick upright while growling at a potential oncoming predator. We were not attacked, possibly because he was carrying this stick.

 

Life lesson: learn more songs pertaining to the south. It’s a big place. (da da ding ding ding ding ding ding ding) (oh come on, it was the opening to Dueling Banjoes)

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We are a family traveling for ten months across the US and around the world.
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2 Responses to The Bayou

  1. Sharon Miller says:

    Your trip is reminding me of those movies where people walk through a wall or into a closet and suddenly they are in another dimension. Are you sure you are still amongst us? Those tree stumps definitely have souls in them, I saw them even before I saw what you wrote. Thank goodness Keegan is protecting the family with his big stick. Your photos are sensational. xoxox Sharon

  2. mark thompson says:

    I’ve been to a bayou in the summer. More foliage = millions of bugs, and the stick won’t help with them.

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