Ferry
    For years I have wanted to do this. I did do it in 1970, but that is another story, previously told.
     Melville has a little ferry to go across a very dangerous, large, deep river.
      Louisiana 10, a "could have been" among roads, turns to gravel on its eastern shore until it meets and joins a presumed more important road, lonely La.77 which is paved, also previously mentioned.
     Also, previously mentioned, La. 105, the storied road of "Easy Rider" fame, is seen on the western shore of the Atchafalaya.
     By the way, it is an excellent ride. Don't tell. Ok, do tell, but when you get to Melville, obey the laws to the "t" and buy something, gas, food, whatever.
    After three or so hours of banging around the Morganza Spillway on some great gravel roads and discovering that the new "company car" is an awesome gravel machine, I decided to head on over to Krotz Springs, yes, previously mentioned, and ride the gravel road to the Melville Ferry East Side. I haven't been there and it has not been previously mentioned.
     Man, what a day, just a beautiful April afternoon and I was cruising up the gravel when a 500 ton log truck came around a corner. At me. I left the road to make way for this crazed maniac. Never relax. Always be ready.
  Picture at right is crossing the big double bridge on US 190 at Krotz Springs. Shot this with the camera in my mouth, just kidding. Actually, I was almost stopped. This is looking downstream at the railroad bridge. At the base of the bridge, I turned north on 973. If you take it south you will get to I-10 and the dreaded Whiskey Bay Bridge crossing. The ferry is safer.
   Louisiana Highway, Nine Hundred and Seventy Three. Now do you see the problem you can have with a log truck?
  With a great sense of accomplishment, I arrived at the eastern "landing" for the ferry. The ferry was over there. Cool. I waved. I honked my horn to let them know I was not just a sightseer. I didn't get pushy. I was just a little motorcycle and he might ignore me. But, I was getting ahead of myself and Louisiana.
   As a diversion, a train crossed the grand old railroad bridge.  Now what's this? The train gets a bridge and people don't? I rather a ferry, but then, I'm not in a hurry or have to use it to get to work, twice daily. The lack of a bridge is another Louisiana political story.
   In my anticipation, I had thought it later than it was. Clearly it says, "Open 4-9 PM".  It was short of that.
   You can't see it or hear it, but there was a plume of black smoke, the sign of a cold diesel engine starting, and, a whistle blow, the call to load. No one was there. Would they come? For me. Without a bonified 4 wheeled vehicle to transport?