Louisiana's Mystery Land
   The weather down here has been warm and then cold, our usual, but this year the extremes have been pretty radical. Many have been sick with a nasty reoccurring bug. Me for one.
    When the weather was no longer resistable I climbled onto "Sweetie's" back and told her to take me far. I wanted  to go to my limit and then have to get home. My usual riding approach.
     I pointed her due north and set the engine at 6300 rpm. Where I was going, I was getting to fast. I had even gotten away before ten o'clock, early for me. I can hit the really good roads in 30 miles ("good" is rider code for well surfaced curvy roads). At Porte Barre, I took La.103 to La.359, a beautiful well banked snake. From  359 I took Dry Bayou Rd. into Palmetto. La.360 to Easy Rider Road, La.105 to Simmsport. La.418 to La 15.  Here I was on a road I'd ridden so many times. It is a great sport touring road and I easily fell into the swoops on top of the levee. It is one the places in Louisiana where you can fly with the birds, sometimes above them. When you get onto 15, you are signed up. Well, normal people are signed up. By "signed up", I mean you can't get off of it until you reach La.565. Then, where are you?
A large population center is not reached until you arrive at Vidalia La., or Natchez West, further up 15. I had signed up. I knew that I had thrust myself into East Central Louisiana, or maybe East North Central Louisiana.
   A plan would comd to me.
   First break, the camping area right after the locks on La. 15, right above its intersection with La.418. This is a great place to stop.
   Moving on, I came to a land mark off of 15, the Angola State Prison ferry landing. It was under water. I did not realize the significance until I saw The River..
    One of the few straight stretches on 15, the incline can be easily seen. Swamp to the left, back swamp and river to the right. Heading north.
   Arriving at the small Auxillary Stucture, it was obvious that this year's war had begun. The water pouring through is coming from the Mississippi  and trying to get to the Gulf. A series of control stuctures is moderating its lust. It is very early in the year for the water to be this high. There was a roar and as you can see from the picture on the right, it was churning.
   This place amazes me. I saw it almost disappear one year.
   Let's move on. I have a plan.
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