As I was driving to work today, listening to Anna Maria Tremonti interview folks down in the big easy about their big oil problem

It occurred to me I don’t think I ever shared photos from my trip to New Orleans last year. Jeff and I were great travel buddies, and I sure do miss that about living up north.

Anyways, without further ado… some photos of the bayou (that rhymes!) The story behind these is that we randomly decided one day when we had rented a car that we were going to go on a swamp tour.

We called up one of the companies in my trusty Frommer’s guide book (I literally read the thing front-to-back, highlighted important sections and post-it-note-ed the crap out of that thing. I’m such a neurotic planner) and they told us to come on down. We barely found the place — the only landmark I now remember is that it was near a snow-cone shack. Because no one else showed up for the tour… we had it all to ourselves.



This is what we found at the entrance to the swamp tour place. These were swept into the bayou, and this little marshland during Hurricane Katrina. It did not inspire confidence.


The riverway was actually part of a nature conservatory. Sometimes we would zip through the water, other times we had to slow down “dead slow” to a near crawl. I spent most of my time up at the front of the boat, hair blowing in the wind, bonding with the captain:


I want to say his name was “captain jack” but… that might be a lie.


Muddy waters (note the “nature preserve” sign — I wasn’t making that up!) and….


Not-so-muddy waters. Parts of the waterway were so cloudy (out in the larger thoroughfares) and other parts were glassy smooth, like this. See that little stump-like thing on the right hand side? I didn’t think much of it at first either, but they’re not stumps. They’re Cypress “knees”. They stabilize the trees in the swampy bottoms of the bayou.

And no swamp tour would be without ONE OF THESE SUCKERS:


Yes. That’s one big mofo of an alligator. And this is just one of the COUNTLESS ones we saw on our hour and a half tour of the Louisiana bayou. And while the tour guys regularly feed them marshmallows (safer and better for them than real meat, believe it or not) they’re far from tame. Captain Jack’s predecessor was eaten by one years back.

These waters — among many many many others — are at risk if that oil slick makes its way too far inland. Reportedly, it’s made its way to shore in some places, but not all. Here’s hoping it’ll be less of an environmental disaster than it seems at this point…


One Response to “Nawlins’”

  1. MOM Says:

    I have a new background….your friend the croc

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