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Every year after duck hunting season, Loki has a Do Nothing weekend at his uncles camp in Dulac, a small village along the southeastern Louisiana coastal marsh. Seems they just go there to eat, drink, and relax. I got invited to join him and a couple of his friends and my wife realizes that shes not going to keep me away from that kind of invite. So I compromised and only went for Friday night, returning home in time to take her out to eat Saturday night. I decided to take the bike over there and enjoy the ride. All told it was about 300 miles there and back.
The weather was fantastic. Fridays high of about 65 gave way to an overnight low of about 45. Saturday was very windy, and it struggled to get to 55, but we enjoyed blue bird skies the whole time and for mid-February, thats not too shabby. Hope you enjoy the pics.
In typical fashion, I worked a ½ day on Friday. By the time I got home and packed, it was about 1:30 pm. As usual, my big blue girl is always ready for an adventure.
Ill meet Loki at the camp later, but since theres no rush, I might as well enjoy the ride. First stop a veterans memorial in the big community of Lydia, Louisiana population: a couple hundred.
Heading generally East and hugging the coast, Im enjoying the back roads, gazing into the fields and woods to watch birds enjoying their day. Heres the Intracoastal Canal Bridge near Cypremort Point.
With traffic non-existent, I decided to strap on the camera and shoot some road shots.
Objects in the mirror are more spastic than they appear.
Plenty of green year round along the coast.
Im in my Zen now the real world is long gone.
Hey I reached a milestone!
As you can see, my fuel situation was getting concerning, so I stopped in the big metropolis of Baldwin, Louisiana for some petrol. Theres something ironic about eating Fried Chicken prepared by someone named Slim.
So I opted for some horse food instead.
Now heading due East, I crossed the Charenton Canal
.and rolled into the beautiful town of Franklin, Louisiana.
Franklins history is agricultural, and sugar cane still grows abundantly there. The town is laden with large mature live oaks, our State tree. There are many beautiful antebellum homes lining the main drag.
I thought this old church looked nice in the sunshine with its freshly painted lap board siding.
I rode through Morgan City quickly on Hwy 90 and exited onto the curvier hwy 182, now heading Southeast toward the marsh. The road parallels beautiful Bayou Black.
This guy keeps following me. I hope hes having ½ as much fun as I am!
Id enjoy a nature trail walk, but the sun is getting lower and I should be moving on.
Traffic is a little thicker here, but Im working my way through the cages and enjoying my 145 hp toy proper.
Just south of Houma, I ran into a little snag at the Intracoastal Waterway.
Seems this petro-chemical barge caused them to open the bridge.
Now Im heading due South through cypress swamp toward the marsh.
Looks like this tanker is getting a face lift.
What a fantastic ride.
A short distance later, I reach my destination. Lokis uncle sure knows how to camp!
Raising the camp accomplishes 2 things. It ensures that during hurricanes, the camp will be high and dry, and it provides a nice garage for the toys.
Loki had arrived some time earlier, and launched his dads boat.
Since there was still a bit of day light left, we decided to do a little fishing. There are some beautiful camps in these parts.
This Brown Pelican (our State Bird) was doing a bit of grooming on the bridge structure.
Steady as she goes, Captain!
We picked a little slough off the Falgout canal to wet our lines. The setting sun to our backs is providing some great color to our fronts.
I love watching birds and this time of the year, at this place, Im in heaven. I was glad I brought my binoculars.
This Coopers Hawk is hoping a fish shows its head on the surface.
We picked up a few small redfish as the sun dipped below the horizon, and called it a day.
Back at the camp, Loki and I enjoyed a couple of cocktails and some conversation waiting on David and Shawn to show.
And when they arrived, we started cooking. How about a lesson on preparing Crawfish Etouffee? Its a delicious Cajun dish. First, sauté the Cajun Trinity onions, bell pepper, and celery, in some olive oil.
Then add butter, flour, water, garlic, and some green onions.
Simmer that for the time it takes to drink 1-3 cocktails. Then add the crawfish and cook for a few minutes longer.
Serve it over rice with a little fried redfish on the side. We are living like kings, my friends.
After dinner, I lit my pipe as we stood outside and discussed the purpose of life. Then we hit the sack and I slept like a baby.
On Saturday, I got up first, made a pot of coffee, and stood outside on the deck to do some bird watching and be thankful for my blessings.
Soon the others started stirring and we cooked a nice breakfast.
A spoon of left-over Etouffee on your scrambled eggs is not bad trust me.
Then we bundled up and hit the water. We rode the boats 20 minutes over to Davids family camp.
The weather was fantastic. Fridays high of about 65 gave way to an overnight low of about 45. Saturday was very windy, and it struggled to get to 55, but we enjoyed blue bird skies the whole time and for mid-February, thats not too shabby. Hope you enjoy the pics.
In typical fashion, I worked a ½ day on Friday. By the time I got home and packed, it was about 1:30 pm. As usual, my big blue girl is always ready for an adventure.
Ill meet Loki at the camp later, but since theres no rush, I might as well enjoy the ride. First stop a veterans memorial in the big community of Lydia, Louisiana population: a couple hundred.
Heading generally East and hugging the coast, Im enjoying the back roads, gazing into the fields and woods to watch birds enjoying their day. Heres the Intracoastal Canal Bridge near Cypremort Point.
With traffic non-existent, I decided to strap on the camera and shoot some road shots.
Objects in the mirror are more spastic than they appear.
Plenty of green year round along the coast.
Im in my Zen now the real world is long gone.
Hey I reached a milestone!
As you can see, my fuel situation was getting concerning, so I stopped in the big metropolis of Baldwin, Louisiana for some petrol. Theres something ironic about eating Fried Chicken prepared by someone named Slim.
So I opted for some horse food instead.
Now heading due East, I crossed the Charenton Canal
.and rolled into the beautiful town of Franklin, Louisiana.
Franklins history is agricultural, and sugar cane still grows abundantly there. The town is laden with large mature live oaks, our State tree. There are many beautiful antebellum homes lining the main drag.
I thought this old church looked nice in the sunshine with its freshly painted lap board siding.
I rode through Morgan City quickly on Hwy 90 and exited onto the curvier hwy 182, now heading Southeast toward the marsh. The road parallels beautiful Bayou Black.
This guy keeps following me. I hope hes having ½ as much fun as I am!
Id enjoy a nature trail walk, but the sun is getting lower and I should be moving on.
Traffic is a little thicker here, but Im working my way through the cages and enjoying my 145 hp toy proper.
Just south of Houma, I ran into a little snag at the Intracoastal Waterway.
Seems this petro-chemical barge caused them to open the bridge.
Now Im heading due South through cypress swamp toward the marsh.
Looks like this tanker is getting a face lift.
What a fantastic ride.
A short distance later, I reach my destination. Lokis uncle sure knows how to camp!
Raising the camp accomplishes 2 things. It ensures that during hurricanes, the camp will be high and dry, and it provides a nice garage for the toys.
Loki had arrived some time earlier, and launched his dads boat.
Since there was still a bit of day light left, we decided to do a little fishing. There are some beautiful camps in these parts.
This Brown Pelican (our State Bird) was doing a bit of grooming on the bridge structure.
Steady as she goes, Captain!
We picked a little slough off the Falgout canal to wet our lines. The setting sun to our backs is providing some great color to our fronts.
I love watching birds and this time of the year, at this place, Im in heaven. I was glad I brought my binoculars.
This Coopers Hawk is hoping a fish shows its head on the surface.
We picked up a few small redfish as the sun dipped below the horizon, and called it a day.
Back at the camp, Loki and I enjoyed a couple of cocktails and some conversation waiting on David and Shawn to show.
And when they arrived, we started cooking. How about a lesson on preparing Crawfish Etouffee? Its a delicious Cajun dish. First, sauté the Cajun Trinity onions, bell pepper, and celery, in some olive oil.
Then add butter, flour, water, garlic, and some green onions.
Simmer that for the time it takes to drink 1-3 cocktails. Then add the crawfish and cook for a few minutes longer.
Serve it over rice with a little fried redfish on the side. We are living like kings, my friends.
After dinner, I lit my pipe as we stood outside and discussed the purpose of life. Then we hit the sack and I slept like a baby.
On Saturday, I got up first, made a pot of coffee, and stood outside on the deck to do some bird watching and be thankful for my blessings.
Soon the others started stirring and we cooked a nice breakfast.
A spoon of left-over Etouffee on your scrambled eggs is not bad trust me.
Then we bundled up and hit the water. We rode the boats 20 minutes over to Davids family camp.
