| This must be my lucky day. Pierre is nowhere to be found. I left the city and drove out to the Barataria Preserve, part of the Jean Lafitte National Park. |
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| As you can see, it's out in the bayou. |
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| In case you are wondering, I wasn't sloshing my
way through the swamp. There were boardwalk and paved trails through the
muck and mire. Click here for some thrilling video of the swamp with some weird animal sounds. |
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| There were a lot of these giant spiders along the trails. In lots of cases they had built webs across the trails. It's hard to tell in the picture, but they averaged about 3-4" long. I had to constantly look and duck to keep from walking into them. |
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| It had rained that morning and it was hot, humid and quite buggy. |
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| More of these damn spiders. While waling through the bayou is interesting, it solidified by opinion that I just don't much like nature. Too many insects and whatnot. |
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| This is the Lower Kenta Canal. The guy at the visitor center said that this was where I could probably see some alligators. |
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| This fellow was the only one I saw, but I did hear suspicious noises in spots along the trail that could have been gators. |
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| P: Where have you been? J: Out in the bayou. P: I've been waiting here for you. J: How did you know I would be coming here? P: Creepy, isn't it? J: You? Yes. Here we are at the Kern Studios, where they make most of the floats for the Mardi Gras parades. |
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| J: They offer tours of the facilities called
Mardi Gras World. I'm
going in. P: Me too. J: I'm not paying for you to get in. P: That's alright. I have lots of Monopoly money in my imaginary wallet. |
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