3/11/07 - A touch of fog this morning which burned off quickly and it remained cool most of the day. We thought being Sunday morning it would be rather quiet, but again, we were awoken by rush hour on the water. For 15 minutes the river was a constant buzz of motor boats. Again, being Sunday we were hoping barges took a day off, but not even close. We passed, and were passed by more barges today than any other day on this trip; too many to continue to take pictures of. Fortunately for us the waters were wide all day with outlets, inlets, canals and bayous’ which made for easier maneuverability. When we arrived at the Bayou Boeuf Lock we were pleased to discover it ‘open’ with no waiting or locking, even though there was strong current it was great to get through it without having to tie off or hang on. We also anticipated crossing paths with a cable ferry, but it was not operating as we passed so there was no cable for us to watch out for. We arrived at Morgan City where the Lower Atchafalaya River and GIWW combine which pushed us to 9.5 knots– the fastest we’ve ever gone. There continues to be a steady amount of debris in the river, either from the numerous shipyards we pass or Mother Nature hers
elf. I continue to be amazed by this environment, this Louisianan Bayou region. It’s not just rustic in nature, but fierce in a realistic way. The scenery itself is the best attraction of all; cypress knees and/or mangrove trees; Spanish moss hangs everywhere, spring wild flowers blooming, pungent mud and buzzing bugs all over the place. It’s all so COOL. I wish I could capture it with my photos, and hopefully what I have taken will provide som
e insight to this day’s trip. We’ve dropped anchor just inside the Charenton Drainage Canal in front of a depilated abandoned barge which is finding its way back to nature. Seriously, it’s got trees, bushes and ferns growing on it. This barge is very much a rust bucket now so we didn’t want to get too close, but Tom couldn’t resist the opportunity to take a little stroll on deck. Our isolated canal didn’t last very long as two sail boats arrived and rafted together just downstream from us. Somehow, I’d like to screen in this aft deck. It would have been nice to sit out there tonight and just listen to the bayou melody and not be eaten by it.
elf. I continue to be amazed by this environment, this Louisianan Bayou region. It’s not just rustic in nature, but fierce in a realistic way. The scenery itself is the best attraction of all; cypress knees and/or mangrove trees; Spanish moss hangs everywhere, spring wild flowers blooming, pungent mud and buzzing bugs all over the place. It’s all so COOL. I wish I could capture it with my photos, and hopefully what I have taken will provide som
e insight to this day’s trip. We’ve dropped anchor just inside the Charenton Drainage Canal in front of a depilated abandoned barge which is finding its way back to nature. Seriously, it’s got trees, bushes and ferns growing on it. This barge is very much a rust bucket now so we didn’t want to get too close, but Tom couldn’t resist the opportunity to take a little stroll on deck. Our isolated canal didn’t last very long as two sail boats arrived and rafted together just downstream from us. Somehow, I’d like to screen in this aft deck. It would have been nice to sit out there tonight and just listen to the bayou melody and not be eaten by it.
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