Rollin’ on The Bayou: Hot, Strange, Sad, and Beautiful

Story and Photos by Garrett Allen

Rollin’ on the Bayou. Interstate 10. Windows down. Rollin’.

What a great two days with an amazing group of SCA interns. Waveland Mississippi received a round house kick from Katrina, but groups like SCA, Bridge and The Corps Network restore hope. The constant reminders of The Storm still echo but the healing continues.

waveland found photo

My two days with the Waveland team complete, time now to head back to New Orleans and catch an early plane to Corpus Christi and Padre Island National Seashore. It’s a relatively short drive West on I-10 back to New Orleans. I should get back to The Big Easy and find a place to stay, but I can’t drive anywhere without stopping to take photographs. Especially on my first week in the Bayou. Especially at sunset.

Something about this exit and this part of the Bayou made it impossible for me to drive any further. The off-ramp goes nowhere. Swallowed by the Bayou and Katrina, the road that was, is not. Another marooned paddle boat, common sight to me at this point. Not so common—a burned out SUV followed by a burned out bus of considerable size. For some reason the car is stopped and I am already taking photos. Weird.

fire suv

Swinging to my left I startled two skulking birds. They discard their carrion and lift off across the swamp. Turning back around, an abandoned dog rolls out from under the SUV and saunters my way. Stray dogs, vultures, and shelled out SUVs? At this point if the ghost of Louis Armstrong came around the corner I would probably just say hello and continue on. This has got to be the strangest on/off ramp to nowhere that I have ever seen.

vultures

tess

bus

tess 2

As much as I’d love to, I can’t hang out and wait for Lewie, I got a plane to catch.

Rollin’.