Slap! There’s that beaver again. Out for an evening swim amongst the drowning young willow trees. For a second I thought the ripple on the water might have been a small gator. Still too cold for their taste I guess. With frost on the tent each morning I’d wish it would warm up.
Passed an outflow from a chemical plant today. We picked out the steam clouds from across the river. It look like a geyser rising into the blue sky. It must have made for great fishing. Gulls and egrets fought for space among the dozen fishermen along the bank downstream.
Oil tankers look big from a distance. Up close they are enormous. Cutting across upstream of one, even when it was far away, is not an experience I need to repeat. Though I am glad one pushed us towards the bank near Paulina for a few hours of rest and river gossip.
There are less pelicans around here. But many more herons, egrets, and cows. The rafts of ducks fly away when the tankers pass but hardly move for us.
When you camp behind a levee you never know what’s on the other side. In Luhling we lucked out and found a fully stocked Vietnamese grocery.
All the essentials for an evening meal in the bushes–poboys, peanut butter crackers, candy, fried rice, cold beer, and some of the best fried chicken on the river.
The chicken was so good that it never made it back to camp, an appetizer on the levee. More big boats as we neared the port of New Orleans.
Passing a freighter I tried to estimate how many thousands of kayaks could fit on board.
Stepped out of the river across from NOLA at mile 98. The river kept going.
- Brett Ciccotelli