Redfish Hunter
Gone Fishing
and nary a drop to drink...
I am seeing a lot of coverage on the 'net about the flooding in my area. A simple fact of life is that when you live in and around a swamp, the water is going to rise from time to time. While I have some compassion for those who unwittingly wind up living in a flood zone, many of the "victims" of flood waters in my area know what is coming. Of course, in some parts of Louisiana and Texas there were lots of folks living on high ground that were victims of historic high water. For them, I have sympathy. It can happen to any of us I guess.
At any rate, today is my day off. I wanted to ride my FJR. I wanted to test my new Nolan N86 helmet. I wanted to look at high water. I like to type on this forum. So, I combined these things in an effort to entertain myself and you folks along with me.
First up was Bayou Manchac Road. I have posted a high water pic from this same spot before but that was with my Honda. That curvy road sign is pretty rare in this part of the world unless you can find a road running alongside a bayou.
I took a few more pics along this road but the riding was more fun than the picture taking so we will just move along. My next photo stop was at Fred's in Port Vincent. I grew up about 4 miles from this place and it is a major fun spot during the summer. Boats of all types will be here every weekend, there is a public boat launch immediately to the right of the building. As a younger man I spent many Sunday afternoons sitting on that deck, sipping beers and watching the drunks attempt to pull their boats out of the water. Many times I have seen trucks and trailers disappear under the muddy water to the consternation of the drunk owners. It is worth noting that along with summer temps and fast boats come bikini bathing suits and well tanned skin. Good times...
Anyway, Fred's on the Amite River:
Because I am a rebel sometimes I chose NOT to park in the motorcycle parking area:
Next up was a visit to Mom and Dad's. Mom was happy I showed up right at lunch time and I was too. I took a walk on Dad's property behind the house to see where the water was. Dad chose wisely when he bought that land in the late 60s. He has never flooded although they have been on their own private island a couple of times.
Next I took a ride through the village of Port Vincent and found this road to be a bit deep for Scar so I just took a pic.
A little farther down the highway I found some more unhappy folks:
In this pic the area in the background with the swiftly moving water is actually the Amite River. These riverfront homes are very sought after and command a premium price. I prefer higher ground myself.
My last stop of the day was at Canal Bank on the Diversion Canal. This is another hugely popular summertime hot spot. There is a boat ramp (submerged) immediately to the right of that building. I can happily recall many wonderful evenings in the days of my misdirected youth spent here. Some of the best (and worst) local bands, cold beer, and fast boats populate this place every weekend of the summer. If I close my eyes, I can hear the music, smell the suntan oil, and taste the beer even now. Or was I tasting the suntan oil and smelling the beer? It has been so long, it all runs together now.
I am fairly certain Spring has sprung here. It was 72 degrees when I started and it was 84 when I shut down. I hope a few of you who are still experiencing winter got a little enjoyment out of this.
I am seeing a lot of coverage on the 'net about the flooding in my area. A simple fact of life is that when you live in and around a swamp, the water is going to rise from time to time. While I have some compassion for those who unwittingly wind up living in a flood zone, many of the "victims" of flood waters in my area know what is coming. Of course, in some parts of Louisiana and Texas there were lots of folks living on high ground that were victims of historic high water. For them, I have sympathy. It can happen to any of us I guess.
At any rate, today is my day off. I wanted to ride my FJR. I wanted to test my new Nolan N86 helmet. I wanted to look at high water. I like to type on this forum. So, I combined these things in an effort to entertain myself and you folks along with me.
First up was Bayou Manchac Road. I have posted a high water pic from this same spot before but that was with my Honda. That curvy road sign is pretty rare in this part of the world unless you can find a road running alongside a bayou.
I took a few more pics along this road but the riding was more fun than the picture taking so we will just move along. My next photo stop was at Fred's in Port Vincent. I grew up about 4 miles from this place and it is a major fun spot during the summer. Boats of all types will be here every weekend, there is a public boat launch immediately to the right of the building. As a younger man I spent many Sunday afternoons sitting on that deck, sipping beers and watching the drunks attempt to pull their boats out of the water. Many times I have seen trucks and trailers disappear under the muddy water to the consternation of the drunk owners. It is worth noting that along with summer temps and fast boats come bikini bathing suits and well tanned skin. Good times...
Anyway, Fred's on the Amite River:
Because I am a rebel sometimes I chose NOT to park in the motorcycle parking area:
Next up was a visit to Mom and Dad's. Mom was happy I showed up right at lunch time and I was too. I took a walk on Dad's property behind the house to see where the water was. Dad chose wisely when he bought that land in the late 60s. He has never flooded although they have been on their own private island a couple of times.
Next I took a ride through the village of Port Vincent and found this road to be a bit deep for Scar so I just took a pic.
A little farther down the highway I found some more unhappy folks:
In this pic the area in the background with the swiftly moving water is actually the Amite River. These riverfront homes are very sought after and command a premium price. I prefer higher ground myself.
My last stop of the day was at Canal Bank on the Diversion Canal. This is another hugely popular summertime hot spot. There is a boat ramp (submerged) immediately to the right of that building. I can happily recall many wonderful evenings in the days of my misdirected youth spent here. Some of the best (and worst) local bands, cold beer, and fast boats populate this place every weekend of the summer. If I close my eyes, I can hear the music, smell the suntan oil, and taste the beer even now. Or was I tasting the suntan oil and smelling the beer? It has been so long, it all runs together now.
I am fairly certain Spring has sprung here. It was 72 degrees when I started and it was 84 when I shut down. I hope a few of you who are still experiencing winter got a little enjoyment out of this.
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