Sunday, December 26, 2010

Exploring and Learning

Last Thursday B and I were feeling better, we have had colds, so we decided to take the 240 mile drive we had been looking forward to taking. It consisted of going on west to the little town of Kaplan and then heading south on Louisiana 35. This road is marked as a scenic route, but we have since learned that it was built as an evacuation route for those living in the area. Their only other route is the water way.

We thought that maybe we would see an alligator but no such luck. We did see lots of snowy egrets.

Here they don't look very large but they are large. They are pretty to see in flight but we weren't able to get a picture as we were usually driving when we saw some flying and there wasn't a place to stop.

The area consists of many wetlands, swamps, bayou, canals, or what ever else you call them. We took the ferry across at Cameron. There are some beach communities, or maybe I should say were, after we crossed on the ferry. We parked and went down to the beach at one of these. The water was pretty brown. The sand is loaded with tiny pieces of shells, not like the sand we saw in Florida. (I wondered if that was due to the hurricanes that they have had.)

From here we could see out into the gulf. Here we saw many oil platforms. What businesses we did see at Cameron were related to these.

We had hopes of getting lunch at a local eatery along the way, but no luck. (It was Lake Charles before we found anyplace.) In the beach areas the only buildings we saw were fairly new or they were trailers/fifth wheels parked on lots. There were many vacant lots with concrete slabs. There were no businesses of any kind. This is one of the homes.
Note how high up the building is from the ground. We saw nothing lower than this or older. Hurricanes Ike and Reta both came through here. From the looks of things, they wiped out everything. We did see some twisted cars/trucks (it was hard to tell) in a swamp area. We also saw a metal building with nothing below about twelve feet except the metal studs. Above that the walls were there, although the sea side was bent inward. In another area we saw two trailers about ten feet up on stilts with water marks and damage half way up their sides.

As Rita and Ike came ashore, I'm sure that there were sighs of relief that they ONLY came to sparsely populated areas. I'm sure that those with property, etc. in the sparsely populated areas weren't feeling very much relief. After seeing some of this destruction and also learning how the communities where we are currently staying (a good thirty miles from the coast) were flooded, I will never again think, "Oh, it is good that the hurricane is coming in there, a sparsely populated area."

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

A Few of Our New Found Things

We have had some fun exploring Cajun country and learning about the area.

One of the first things that we noticed as we were driving towards Abbeville, Louisiana was the smell of smoke in the air. This is sugar cane country and they are in the middle of harvest. After they cut it off they burn the fields. We were driving close to a field the other day and decided to stop and get a picture. Do you see B. at the edge of the field?
About six miles from where we are staying is a small town that we found sort of interesting.
The land for the town was purchased by an August Erath, who was a Swiss German. He was instrumental in getting the railroad to come to the town. It is named after him even though he never lived there. He lived in New Iberia, a neighboring town that is much larger. The town has been flooded numerous times due to hurricanes coming ashore near it or due to the back wash from others.

We also found this sign not far out of the town of Erath.
I never really understood the difference between Cajun and Creole. I have learned that Creoles are of French and European descent, mainly aristocracy who settled in cities. Creoles take to culinary spices and generally use vast ingredients and several courses.

Cajuns were French, Catholic settlers of Acadian Nova Scotia, Canada. Looking for freedom to live as they pleased, in 16o4 they began moving into eastern Canada. They found fertile fields and abundant fish and wildlife. To them it was heaven on earth so they called it Arcadia, or 'Acadie'. Acadia was a distinct colony of New France, and was geographically and administratively separate from the French colony of Canada (modern day Quebec), which led to Acadians and Québécois developing two rather distinct histories and cultures.

In 1713 the English took control of their settlements after a war with France. The Acadians struck a deal with their new rulers and agreed to remain neutral in any future conflicts between the English and French. In return, they asked to be left alone to live in peace and isolation.

Faced with the refusal of the Acadians to pledge allegiance to the British crown and Anglican Church in 1755, English Governor Charles Lawrence took action on his own and gave the orders that led to the expulsion of the Acadians. Families were scattered and many lost their lives. Some returned to Europe, others moved to French speaking areas, and some went to the English colonies to the south. By 1784 the King of Spain consented to allow them to settle in South Louisiana. The Acadians then joined a scattering of their people who had arrived as early as 1765 from the Caribbean and the East Coast. Since they received a hostile greeting from the French aristocracy, they headed west and into the unsettled territory. They settled along the bayous of south central and south western Louisiana.

Now you know what I've learned.

We went to a concert where some well know Cajun players participated. Last evening we tried out some of the food. This isn't crawfish season so my fish platter didn't have them on it, however the catfish, crab, shrimp, frog leg, etc were good. Bob had alligator and it was good. They also had Cajun music and dancing. The music is interesting. Most of it is a fast three four time played by fiddles, guitars, accordians, and sometimes drumsets.

There are also lots of oak trees in this area. I now understand "in the shade of the old oak tree." This tree is in the down town area and as you can see it extends out over half of the street. It would cover close to half a block. It is not the only large tree like this.
That is B standing under the tree.
We also took a side trip to Avery Island, home of the McIlhenny Co., Tabasco. I was surprised to see some higher ground. Everything is extremely flat around here with the exception of this island, which has an area over one hundred feet high.

We took the tour and learned that the peppers are not picked until they reach a special shade of red. The same day they are mixed with some salt, ground, strong vinegar added, then the mash is placed in oak barrels, and closed with lids which in turn are covered with salt. Some holes have been drilled in the lids to allow expansion when it ferments. Then the barrels are aged for three years before it is bottled. The salt that is used comes from a salt mine on the island. It turns out that the island is a huge salt dome. The salt was first found about fifteen feet below the surface. They don't know how deep it goes but think it may be many miles. They also found oil.

It has been great seeing and learning about this area. The people here are relaxed, (last night the waitress sat down with us for a chat) and very friendly. We are enjoying our visit.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Cold, Cold, and Cold

Plan A:
Take several pictures, then post them, see how far down the row of pictures before you realized where we were.

Plan A failure:
Got in too late on Saturday to go to the down town area, was too COLD on Sunday and Monday (it got below freezing and the wind was gale force), I came down with a good head COLD on Saturday, still too cold and sick on Monday, finally made it on Tuesday - but my camera decided it was too COLD to work. Only got one picture.

I tried to get a picture of the gas lanterns that were burning, but no cooperation from my camera. I also wanted to get a picture of how narrow the streets are, only two cars wide. You can see that the sidewalks only allow two people to walk side by side down them. We wanted to take in some of the music, but only heard a band as they were in the process of making a movie and they were marching towards Bourbon Street.

Oh, that was our New Orleans experience.