The days in New Orleans started running together fairly quickly, so I'm just going to describe the memorable things for you guys. Somewhere mid-week, I walked out of my hotel looking for food and ended up on a bus to Slidell, a suburb of Louisiana, on an open-boat swamp tour.
It was an excellent tour. About three hours in length, it went all up and down the bayou. The guide pointed out all the different types of plants and wildlife, and included plenty of colorful stories about growing up there with his little sister, Betty, and their grandfather, one of the last boat captains whose profession was to collect and sell Spanish moss by hand. Out on the boat, it was peaceful... calm. Quiet. Animals that I never thought I'd see were swimming alongside the boat, foraging through the reeds, hanging out on logs. I saw alligators, frogs, turtles, herons... and the green. The wide expanse of it, on trees, on moss, floating on the riverbed. It was beautiful.
Why is that log moving? Oh...
The famous Super Dome...
You can see the swamp in my eyes
Me thinks SOMEone likes the South! hmmmmmmm..
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