As best I can figure it, this is Bayou Ramos, just before we got to Morgan City, Louisiana.
Yes, it is water, but I have lots to say and so you get it on a Saturday. :-)
I clearly remember taking this photo, because if you look close, you can see there are 2 men in boats under the bridge in the photo.
Having just left New Orleans, I knew it was already hot and humid and they were getting shade, where they could.
If I had any doubts regarding the location of where we were traveling, this was my first hint that I was in Cajun Country...the Louisiana Bayou.
A song came to me, out of the blue and I decided to post it here. As it ended up, we went by the town mentioned in the song. Thibadoux (pronounced to-ba-dough).
The song, written and performed by Jerry Reed, is HERE, if you want to listen it.
Amos Moses
Now, Amos Moses was a Cajun
He lived by his self in the swamp
He hunted alligator for livin'
He just knocked 'em in the head with a stump
Louisiana law gonna get you Amos
It ain't legal huntin' alligators down in the swamp boy
Now, everybody blamed his old man
For makin' him mean as a snake
When Amos Moses was a boy
His daddy'd use him for alligator bait
Tie a rope around his neck and throw him in the swamp
Alligator bait in the Louisiana bayou
About forty-five minutes south east of Thibadoux Louisiana
Lived a cat named Doc Mill South, his pretty wife Hanna
Well, they raised up a son that could eat up his weight in groceries
Named him after a man of the cloth, called him Amos Moses
Everybody in south Louisiana said Amos was a helluva man
He could trap the biggest, the meanest alligator and just use one hand
That's all he got left 'cause a alligator bit it
Left arm gone clean up to the elbow
Well, the Sheriff caught wind of Amos
In the swamp trappin' alligator skins
So he snuck in the swamp, gonna getcha boy
But he never come out again
I wonder where the Louisiana Sheriff went to
You can sure get lost in the Louisiana Bayou
About forty-five minutes south east of Thibadoux Louisiana
Lived a cat named Doc Mill South, his pretty wife Hanna
Well, they raised up a son that could eat up his weight in groceries
Named him after a man of the cloth, called him Amos Moses
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