I rode a few miles south and came to what I believe is a "cut off " bayou. Cut off from the Atchafalaya by the levee. There is a landing there where I almost sunk my '72 Winnebago back in the late '80's because it couldn't pull itself out after I lauched my boat. These things happen to me. Big Alabama rings a bell as I would be at Little Alabama shortly. Look at the bike. Look at the measuring pole. If the Corps decided to open the Morganza Spillway to save New Orleans, there would be a "reading" on the measurement stick. My bike would be a submersible. It is also the location of the firing range, offices, and a once thriving lumber town which is completely gone, as would everything esle if need be.
This trip would be going north from I-10 to US 190. On that Winter Rde I had ridden the opposite direction. I had passed a lot of side roads that I had wanted to check out. This mission to investigate the traffic light was not pulling me so hard I couldn't take advantage of the early afternoon light and venture down some of those mystery roads. The first one was Manual Bayou. A boat lauch was mentioned. I like boat launches so away I went. I saw the sign which is on the previous page and stopped. Below is what was there. Now, could you stop here and sit a while? I think so. I did.
For those who aren't familiar with fishing, that's a fish.
I suspect if I'd stayed there longer, the show would have gotten even more interesting. Louisiana bayous are natural stages.
