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| Take La.300 off of 46 and there ain't no way out baby. You goin' to Delacroix. Actually you can't turn around, I was serious. There is no shoulder. There is the bayou and there is the marsh. Take your pick. Actually, every once in a while you can park, if you're fishing. If you're not fishing, you betta move cause someone's comin with a pole. As you can see it was a beautiful Sunday and everyone and his cousin's cousin was on the bayou. Below is not solid ground. Lake Borgne is out there somewhere. It is called a lake but is really a bay of sorts, part of the Gulf. |
| The closer I got to Delacroix, the bigger and more numerous the boats. Yes, that is a shrimp boat. Hey Bob, you in there? |
| Pole sitters, box seats and the nose bleeders. Those are duck hunters going "out". I saw a guy bringing in the two fatest ducks. I almost stopped and asked to take a picture of at least the ducks. But, no. |
| The boats are docked tight. The cars, trucks and trailors are parked tight. There is no land. Parking is at a premium. Do not bring your boat down here on a weekend with out a planned parking place. And, I'll bet it'll cost ya. |
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| I asked around about Bob working in the area. A couple I talked to said he had lived with them on Montague Street up in New Orleans, In a basement down the stairs.........(Unlikely story, no basements.) |
| Oh, well, Let's head back up the road. |