Last Sunday, the 4th of February, I'd taken a ride to just ride. That doesn't work for me that well any more. Sure it was nice to putt putt around and I did find a few things that were interesting only to Dave, who wrote me a nice note on how much he had admired the women's shoes in the old store. I've started needing a mission to pursue.
What a switch, Mr. Freebird now needs a plan. I might think this situation over. I digress, let me continue....
Four days later, I was looking over the Captain Cornay sea of text and realized something was missing. It was dead script. Sure, it was alive to me because I've been to those places and felt the ghost and heard the cannons in the wind, but a lot of you haven't. Out on the ride there were also places that I thought I hadn't been and sure enough I had. But, I didn't completely enjoy those places when I was there, because I didn't really know them.
You, if you read the Cornay stuff, know about what happend there, but, you haven't been there, so some pictures are needed to fill out the experience. I have Irish Bend pictures out the Yazoo so I didn't need to go there again, I thought..
I wanted to head back down south to find just one place, the place the Yankees had landed on the shore of Grand Lake to out flank Taylor and surround his little army who might have been lulled into believing they were beating the Feds at Fort Bisland. I had no idea exactly where I was going. I figured I'd just go to every access to Grand Lake I could find on the GPS and check it out, take a million shots, come back to the house and do a little more research and match where I'd been to the history books. I headed for Olivier (O li V A).
La.87 follows the Teche from Olivier, just east of New Iberia and pretty much shadows La.182 on the north side of Bayou Teche on down to Verdunville. The bayou crosses the Wax Lake Outlet and continues on to Berwick as a big lake. Old US 90/La 182 follows the Teche eastward. |
