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| This time I was south of Mowatta
and a visit was out of the question. There was no half time in this game. And...... There was a lot of bayou left and time was flying and I wasn't. Due south I ran. Up ahead a man waved a flag and directed me to stop. I asked if the bridge was out. He said, "yes". I asked if I could go down there. He asked if I had a house down there. I said,"no". I told him with as straight a face as I could muster that I wanted to take pictures of the bayou. I expected a laugh and a denial. Instead he laughed and said, "sure, take as many as you want". I did. |
| I backtracked to the detour and headed down 1121. BTW there is a German Lutheran Cemetery near that intersection that might be interesting. I missed it. I came to I-10 and went east to its bridge. All hell was breaking loose traffic wise and I made an escape from the crazyness post haste. I took the frontage road west until I met La.91 going south. There I had a date with the bayou just above Esterwood. |
| New La.13 is a straight speedway. It links Eunice with Crowley. Mouton Music Store is an attraction. It and Mowatta are but a few of the things to be seen on that road. That's as delicately as I can put it. The red thing is an accordian and you recognize the other as a guitar. Both trailerable. Why? |
| See the trees behind the barn. This is a long range shot and I'll bet a bayou is back there. |
| Plaquemine Brule was growing. At this point she appeard to be a navitable stream. |
| Steamboats surely would have had no problem. I'll look into that. I think Crowley was more about railroading than steamboating. It was settled after the steamboat era. This was not cotton country, though again, I might be wrong. |
| There was a back hoe out on the bridge. Oops, an Imus moment. Who do I appologize to first? I'm going to get fired for saying "hoe"? Then Santa Clause is in big trouble, too. No more Hoe Hoe Hoe for you Santa. (credit Dave for that observation) |
| Plaquemine Brule has visited Church Point, come close to Branch, and was now forming the city limits for Crowley. Not bad work for an illusive bayou. |
| I like my coffee about that color. |
| DL waited. |
| Coming from my under bridge inspection. I thought of something poetic eyeing this scene. I have no idea what the poetic message was. Maybe Susan can see it? |
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| I-10 Crowley, PB Bridge. I couldn't get away from there too fast. |
| Added Info: Later David walked into the office and started rattling off stuff. Seems that I was right and there was a bayou back there. The Bayou. This is some of his monologue, "From right about that Mouton Music Store all the way to where the DL was parked when you had that Poetic moment, most of the land and probably very nearly all of the bayou frontage belongs or once belonged to these people I knew. I told you about and the long shot photo with the old silo is on their land. I remember them bringing a big cabin cruiser boat they kept at Intracoastal City all the way up to a spot on PB at the back of the farm and hoisting the stern up out of the water to do propeller and shaft replacement". [you can't buy info like this, but wait, the next pages are full of it] |