Swamp Things (#38)

I was driving through Louisiana on Interstate 10, going to Sam Houston state park in Lake Charles. The southern part of the state has water everywhere. Part of the highway I was on was called the Atchafalaya Swamp Freeway, an 18 mile bridge across, well, a very, very large swamp.

Can you just imagine: car goes off road into swamp; any survivors? Well, they survived the crash but not the gators! I drove with extra special care and caution.

Arriving at the state park, I found a shady site with full hook-up. It was a quiet place with campers nearby, sitting at their campfires, talking softly.

Nearby was a swamp filled with bald cypress trees. It was my first time ever seeing that species of tree. They’re known as “trees with knees” because some of the roots grow out of the ground in a cone shape which someone decided looked like a knee. No one knows for certain what purpose the “knees” serve. It’s nice to know there are still some mysteries left in this world; that we don’t have the answers to everything.

I decided to amble on over to the swamp to take some pictures; soon realizing that the name must be “Slap Neck Swamp” because that’s what I was doing; slapping mosquitoes! They were different from the ones in Texas though; they were having a jamboree, all right, but their tiny band was playing zydeco music.

As one can imagine, Louisiana is into mosquito annihilation big time. The state has a program called the Louisiana Mosquito Abatement Program which serves to bring the mosquito population to a “tolerable level.” No where in the literature could I find exactly what that meant. To a reasonably sane person, like me, a tolerable level of mosquitoes means zip, nada, zero, diddly-squat.

I read another disturbing fact in the abatement literature: there’s something in LA called a Southern house mosquito; it breeds in poorly treated waste water. I stopped my reading there; it was just too much knowledge.

Joy! Annie

(aka Tin Can Traveler)

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Born under a wand'rin' star.... living in my Winnebago, traveling the country, explorer/adventurer, photographer, writer, chi master, massage therapist, retired teacher/counselor, work camper. Grateful for the freedom to do it all. Enjoying life's ultimate lessons of trust, respect, and grace. Inhale love; exhale gratitude.
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One Response to Swamp Things (#38)

  1. Sher says:

    Yuck! I knew there was a reason I never wanted to live there!

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