The forested rolling hills of western Louisiana have given way to open agricultural fields. Presumably, we’re on a historic flood plain given the proximity now to the Mississippi River.
Lake Bruin State Park. A charming little park on an oxbow lake adjacent to the Mississippi River.
We got a campsite off by ourselves out in the open.
We can look down toward the lake and the other campers for our evening view.
Wise counsel.
Spanish moss.
The moss grows on old oak trees, but it doesn’t harm them. It’s an air plant. It draws all its nourishment from rain, fog, and the air around it. It just uses the trees for support.
A pipevine swallowtail.
Old, ragged, and still rocking it.
This is a bald cypress grove.
Normally the water would be up to the high-water mark on the trees and all those lower trunks underwater, but the lake has been temporarily drained to deal with topwater weed growth. Once that dries out completely, they’ll bring the lake back up to normal levels and this whole cypress grove will be flooded again.
Evening light.
In the living room
Judy in the kitchen
Leaf litter.
The swim beach.
Evening light.
We haven’t spent much time in Louisiana.
Basically, we’ve just driven through it on Interstate 10. We’re here to spend more time in it.
Scored a nice campsite.
We’re practically the only ones here.
