C. was given this 20-something year old boat by his parents because the motor had been broken for years, so basically,if he got it fixed, it was his. It took many days in the carport doing repairs and a few trips to the boat doctor, but it’s finally running well. Yesterday C., my father-in-law and I took the boat out on this canal (bayou) in south vacherie that leads to a big lake. It was too windy to actually go onto the lake when we got there, since we weren’t willing to risk capsizing especially since we saw 4 water mocassin, a bunch of turtles and a several small alligators on the water by that point. When I say small alligators, i talking 2-3 feet long,so still capable of taking off some fingers. Also,apparently small water mocassins are even more dangerous than their full-grown counterparts since they can’t yet control the amount of venom in their bite. I definitely will not be paddleboarding in waters like these….
The Spanish moss was creepy and beautiful and it was so clearly the beginning of spring because all the wildlife looked brand-new and was out in full-force.
There are a ton of camps like this along the bayou in that area, and I just think it would be so unbelievable spooky out there alone at night. Kind of in the way that I’d like to try it, but kind of like I would be packing up and heading home at 3am after the novelty wore off and the fear started taking over. But maybe I’m a baby.