Glenmora

I rode past Chicot State Park and hit La.106 going west. Then I turned into the forest on a "parish" road. There I saw what is an embarrasment, a fighting cock farm. These little roosters are king of no barnyard, but are gladiator slaves teathered to their blue inverted buckets waiting to be used for the entertainment of demented morons.
I hear, "Well, it's part of the culture". Ok, then that part of the culture stinks. Dog fighting was popular, too, until Sports Illustrated uncovered it in Vatican and splashed it all over the country. I'll praise our good side and rail against our bad. This is bad.

Fresh from that vision, a new problem presented itself. Mz.Guzzi shuddered.

I felt like a demented moron crossing it and I was.
She was steamed at me.

Yea, I was lucky. You can see the track near the date on the picture.

I rode on up to Turkey Creek and took Glenmora Road to almost Glenmora. This house has interested me so I finally took its picture..

Dirt? No. Sawdust from portable sawmills that roamed this area "in the day".
Now, young pines are rooting in it.