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| I had been drifting around aimlessly, as usual, when on La.83, south of US 90, I saw the old house. It was one that I would guess had been occupied within the last few years. It was in pretty good shape. But, I knew, unless she had a friend, she would be gone soon. I had to get some shots of her. I walked around and captured the architecture from all angles. I thanked her and left, heading back home. Then it struck me. I was on a road I'd traveled many times and had never seen her. She was right there on the road and I'd blindly passed by. That realization and the fact that I wanted to do a whole road article extended the ride. La. 83 is not a long road and I could do it all in the time I had left. Maybe 60 miles in 6 hours, even this old horse can handle that. |
| I headed to the end/start of 83, at it's intersection with old US 90, now numbered La.182, just west of Baldwin, on the Teche, east of Jeanerette. I didn't want to cheat, so I dutifully turned off La.182, at the sign above, onto La.83, as you will, I hope. |
| I have seen Glenco mentioned on the news, concerning the school there, and I have visited its radar ballon installation, one of the eyes in the sky which guards our border. It is a small village which shows its age and some hard times. |
| The spectrum was full. From loved and cared for to not. |
| And Blurred |
| No, not the home of Disco, this was an old store in the classic merchantile design. This land is old, dating back to the late 1700's and early 1800's, I would guess this store dates back to pre-Civil War times. It is sad that this is her fate. |
| Right down the road going toward Louisa I saw Freetown Rd. When I saw the sign, my first thought was "free men of color", a term given to non-slave Afro-Americans in slavery times. I had visited such a community in St. Landry Parish. I had to go see. I turned in and found the church below. I didn't know what I was looking at. I thought, "Methodist", and if I wasn't right. The Link tells more, check it out. Get off the interstate and see what you can find. It is amazing what is out here, still not lost on the back road. |
| Leaving the Freetown community, I continued west on 83, the land was sinking into the marsh. |
| I saw a sign to a salt mine and saw no "No Treaspassing" signs. I saw it as a sign to continue. |
| The classic shell roads are giving way to limestone. One day I'll tell you how much I hate limestone. Down into the marsh I went. Water level/road level. |
| I came to the Intracoastal Canal. There was a ferry there and a guard house on the other side. Was I to cross the ferry to be told to cross the ferry. No, too complicated and there was other stuff to see. I did stop and watch the barge and tug go by, knowing what a terribly boring job that is, especially in a canal. No waving bathing beauties. Just fat old guys on motorcycles. |
| Industry along the canal. The backbone of the oil industry. |
| On this site I have an article on Cypremort Point. A couple of years later I entered new observations. Not that much has changed. In fact the new bridge is not finished yet. The draw bridge remains over the Canal. When the draw bridge is gone, it will spell the end of an era. I never minded waiting. I will miss it. I don't agree with the building of this huge expensive bridge to service such a small community. (feedback bait) I bet Ray has something to say about this since he lives in one of these "cut off" communities, serviced only by a draw bridge with constant shipping causing life to come to a halt at its whim. Below is a picture from the park. The cabins, (65 bucks a night, sleeps 8, with full kitchen etc) are a steal. Great views. A screened porch is on the second story of each cabin. Sorry, no cabin pictures, but that's my bike parked at the beach. |
| Mt.Zion Methodist Church |