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| The Red Star * marks the spot of this picture on the above map. It seems to be an overflow channel. I had to check it out as I was losing the bayou. I found myself on the Indian Creek Rd. which is a mess. It is under construction. It took me into Woodworth and I headed north on US 165 looking for the bayou. I found where it crossed under the road and looked for that bayou road which is supposed to be there. There was none. At least, now there isn't. I saw some fancy neighborhoods that might have taken the road. I saw a gravel road leaving the highway and going west. It was my only hope. A sign marked the beginning of the Kisatchie National Forest. The road went uphill. I was headed toward Castor Plunge Rd. |
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| I crossed La.470 and Robinson Bridge Road continued to yield more great Central Louisiana architecture. |
| And Southern Pink Azaleas |
| Dunn's Produce is being preserved. |
| No one home, but it seemed in good condition. The roof is so important. |
| Spring in the forest offers up some amazing sights like the White Dogwood below. |
| From Castor Plunge I saw the Forest heading toward the Boeuf. I followed the first spur and it led to a sand quarry with a gate. |
| The quarry really was a real disappointment as I thought that it was the road to the "source". I decided to try the main route. |
| I passed a pickup headed for Castor Plunge and waved. I got a wave back which is a real good sign back in the boonies. The road narrowed. |
| And, I was haulted. |
| The sign said the road was closed due to locals dumping in the area. You mean people were dumping on my Holy Grail, the Source of the Boeuf? The gate seemed pretty important and must be protecting something special. I figured I couldn't be arrested for dumping since I couldn't carry any refuse, well, besides myself. I was alone and couldn't get anyone else in trouble so I decided that I would just bypass the gate on its side. I would just say that I thought the gate was to keep out vehicles bearing trash. Or. I didn't see any "No Trespassing" signs. No "Posted" signs. Just the "Road Closed" sign. All this rationalization was a waste of time because I knew I was going past that gate. I had a date with a bayou. |
| The road started off all right, but as they do, it got worse. Worse to the point I decided to dismount and leave the bike on "solid" ground. I did not need to get stuck in an off limits area. If approached, I would turn tail. Confrontation just complicates things. |
| I was on foot and vunerable. I saw two small bridges down the way and decided that since I had come this far I needed to pull it together and keep moving. If I turned now I'd never forgive myself. I would lose all self esteem and shame would follow me for the rest of my life. The shame thing got to me and.... |
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