Rambling

Below are the kinder views of my next stop, Grand Chenier.

Entering Grand Chenier use to be like entering a cool tunnel of surrounding Oak Trees. There had been some "thinning".

I had been told by a reader that the New Orleanean's "hurricane proff" home had been just that.

The fence was not in that discription.

Amazing.

The water had just gone through this brick home. In the Highway 82 article, it is the one with the American Flag flying.

At the west end of Grand Chenier is the Mermentau River Bridge. I would stay here for 45 minutes as a dropped thing was removed from the road on the other side. Out here there are no detours.

*Bubba Randolf got out of his truck with his chaw cup and gave me the bad news.

I turned around and got off the bridge as diesel fumes had about choked me. I retreated to a side road and waited and waited in the now still heat.

Heading into Cameron I saw a blip out on in the water. I zoomed the camera out. It was a shrimper with the wings fully extended.

A church in perfect condition appeared down from the lines of FEMA trailers.

Hurricane "inconvenience" is nothing new to these people.

This guy was running up and down the road and I asked him where the courthouse was. He pointed across the street. Glad it wasn't a Mac Truck.

The memorial is to the warriors of many wars, but the front plaque is for the soldiers of the Battle of Calcasieu Pass. Go to the Sabine Pass Ride for more information. This was my target for this leg of the trip.
The young fella was practicing "roping", a reminder that Grand Chenier and many parts of Cameron Parish are cattle country. The Yankees had been after the Rebel's cattle that had been stolen by the Jayhawkers.

This is the battlefield. Read about it. It was something. Artillery, steamboats, bravery and dissatisfaction, not to mention little appreciation by superiors for a job well done.

School's out for summer. School's out forever? Naw, you're kidding.

Cameron High School