I took off on a semi-chilly day and chose to ride the levee system up to the Plocheville area since I had bragged that I could do it. Plus, riding the levee does not include a lot of wind chill. Cows, hunters, green slime, bald bald cypress trees. It was getting a little boring except for the fact I did cross the Atchafalaya Backswamp on a road I'd wanted to check out, but never had the uh, guts, to do. Nothing to it. I found myself at the top of La.105. I might as well have been at home. I rode it into Krotz Springs. Arriving there, I was bored.
I was mad bored. I could not return home on the same old Port Barre to Leonville to Arnaudville to Cecelia to the house route. Just couldn't do it. My mind froze up. Then, crackle snap, Sherburne came to me. I would risk my life on I-10, break all my inner laws, do something I tell others to never do, to avoid that mind rutted trudge down what is really a beautiful road, but one I was despising with all my soul.
I crossed the river on US 190 and immediately turned south on 975. If I'd gone north I would have been on the route to the Melville ferry landing, east side.
I entered the swamp and the land of Corps Control, as if all Louisiana isn't.
One of my cub reporters had mentioned a mystery traffic light on US.71. I needed to check it out. I decided to not take the usual ride up the Teche. Instead I would make haste eastward on I-10 and get off at the Whiskey Bay Exit, La.975. I had not been back since this first article was written in the beginning of winter. Notice the change in greenery. The cloud on the road is not humidity. It's dust. The light gravel can be easily ridden by any cruiser. None of the roads were difficult. Perfect in fact.
