Rabbit met La.115, which I took north, crossing Bayou Du Lac. I've never known what this pretty (big) bayou was named. Now I do, filling a gaping void. Bayou Du Lac, heading back east, is one of those bayous converging above Cottonport. This sucker is large enough to let two steamboats pass each other. I'll bet.
   The GPS showed a lake to the east of the bridge. Pearl was its name. I have a fondness for things named "Pearl", so off I went to see the lake.
Still no scenic view of Lake Pearl.
    I have more pictures of this long route but they are mostly the same, so I have sparred you. This spur, I feel did lead to the scenic overlook. There was mud in that little turn and Mz. Guzzi just burped a polite, "No".  I would have left her and walked the road, but someone might have taken her. I would have had to wait until they brought her back.
     Below is a reminder that you can get yourself in a real fix back up these roads.  I brought it home.  Notice there are a few unopened cavities.
    This picture of the sign was worth the bumps and ruts to get here. It is, of course,  "Pearl Lake" in French, a reminder I was still in French Louisiana, being this far north.  I hadn't gotten to the Red River yet or Marksville which I consider the northern border of ancestral French La.  I did go into the bushes and remove the vines for the picture. It was too good not to see it all.
      Just short of Marksville I turned onto Little California Rd. pulled by the sign below.
Now, why is it called "Little California"?  All the other names in this area are French in origin. More research.
Grand Cote Website
Several activities are offered here. I took advantage of one of them.
  Little CA crossed Bayou Choctaw. Ok, why did you show us this mud hole bayou?
It is very important as it is part of the headwater system that forms Bayou Du Lac.
Ok?
And, that bird likes it. A couple of ducks flew off causing me to duck as I took the picture.
    I missed seeing the pamphlets. I would have taken one. I have to look up what "Cote" means. My first guess is "cut".  Nope, it means, "slope" or "hill". I didn't see a hill or slope.
Grand Cote Website
   Well that was all beautiful. But, beauty does not last when entering the human enclave. Below, I know, there is an interesting story there. I won't even start surmising.
The possibilities are amusing. A hint, the house looked recently deserted.
     I won't say what my wife said.