Stephensville, Louisiana to approximately Mile Marker 55 on the Port Allen Canal.
This canal enters the Mississippi just south of Baton Rouge. The bayous we were on today are very beautiful far removed from civilization with clusters of small fishing camps and small communities… some very rustic and rural and some with very nice urban brick homes. Lots of interesting house boats. Some small some large and some were regular houses built on huge barges.
There must be more boats per capita in Louisiana than anywhere else in the world. Some of these small fishing camps have four and five boats pulled up in the back yard. Most of these houses here are just a few feet above the water level of the bayou but because of the levee system the bayous stay at a pretty constant level all year regulated by a a very complex system of locks and levees. The Atchafalaya River is on the other side of the levee and in the spring the water may rise significantly but the locks control the outflow into the low-lying surrounding areas maintaining a fairly constant level.
Wildlife is abundant. Saw a few eagles, cranes and egrets abound. Have seen a few alligators but according to Robert they are nocturnal and come out with the mosquitoes… that’s when I go inside… not because of the gators but the mosquitoes will carry you off.
Annie is performing admirably. No mechanical problems today in spite of an abundance of duck weed in the water. Have been running on one engine to conserve fuel. We alternate engines about every four hours but running both does not add significantly to the boat’s speed.
Had an interesting happening. Someone opened the pilot house door and a gust of wind blew the chart off the chart table and out the opposite door and into the water. We did a quick “all stop” and turned around and fished the slightly dampened chart out of the swamp with the boat hook. Robert, or Bayou Bob as we know him, says the chart is no good until it has been baptized with bayou water. We rolled paper towels out on the floor and laid the chart open on them and then rolled another layer of paper towels on top of that. Then I unloaded the book shelf and piles all my books on top. After an hour or so I pulled the still slightly damp chart out folded it up and put it on top of the port engine. In about an hour is was done cooking and very dry, crisp, and not too much worse for the experience.
Tomorrow we enter the Mississippi. It’s about 110 miles on the River to New Orleans and not much in the way of places to tie up or dock overnight. There are some islands and sand bars that we may be able to get behind for some protection from the commercial traffic. We have to plan to be in New Orleans at midday on Friday so we don’t want to have to go through the Industrial Locks at night. Robert and Delores are going to jump ship in Slidell, which is about 20 miles from New Orleans. I don’t have any crew after that as Carol is tied down in Houston for another ten days. Do I have any volunteers??? I may continue on by myself but would really like to have some company.
The Great American Whistle Hunt
Found my first steam whistle of the trip today.We were cranking down the Port Allen channel trying to find a place to anchor as it was getting late in the day and the barge traffic 24/7 and no place to get off the main channel. We were banging along and came across a little cluster of houses on the north bank. One of the houses had an old building behind it and I thought I caught a glimpse of a whistle through the trees and then I lost sight of it. Stopped the engines did a 180 on the canal and eased up to about 50 feet of the bank and with the binoculars I could see it. Not sure what it it was …maybe a 4″ Crosby or Lonergan PWOV. We had to keep on going however as it was getting close to dusk otherwise I wouold have dropped the hook and gone and knocked on the dor and inquired about it. But sometimes it not all about bringing it home… it’s about the hunt and at least I spotted it. I suspect there will be a lot of whistles along the water as we get father along. Especially getting closer to New Orleans.
Actually I found a couple of them the other day when I had to drive to Lafayette to pick up Robert at the bus station. It’s sugar cane harvesting time in Louisiana and there are a gazillion trucks full of sugar cane going down the highway. Cane trucks take cane to sugar mills. Sugar mills have steam which is produced by boilers. Plan… get behind a cane truck and let him lead me to the whistles. Bingo…8 inch Crosby chime and a 6 inch Sinker Davis gong on the Sugar mill. Unfortunately they were still being used but it was a nice little digression on the trip to Lafayette.
I added a couple of PDF files, from page one and page 14, from the newspaper in Morgan City, Louisiana.We were there a few hours and the local newspaper and TV crews showed up. Now sure how they found us. Must have been a slow news day. Anyway it was interesting.
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