Swamp Thing

I went camping a few weeks ago.  I went with Rob and his brother Scott who you already know along with a few other folks. 

One of the guys was my room (tent, hooch, hot bunk) mate in the first gulf war.  While there and in the years to follow he became one of my best friends.  You know, he’s the one that knows things about me that he’d never tell the cops (or my wife!) but doesn’t mind telling those stories around a camp fire.  I have the deepest respect for him and the deepest trust.  He knows my social security number and my bank PIN number and the password to all of my accounts… everywhere.   And, I only get to see him once a year.  A few years ago he came up with the idea of doing a yearly camping trip.  We go all over.  Last year was Alabama for a week.  The year before it was the backwoods of Mississippi.   This year it was our home turf… Louisiana.

My dad has a camp on Old River which is about as descriptive as saying that you rode in the yellow taxi.  There are thousands of places called Old River in the US.  This one happens to be an old ox-bow lake off of the Sabine River near the Texas/Louisiana line.

I could spend hours writing up what it looks like there but this will be faster.  Here’s a video that I shot the first morning that I was there with my cell phone.  The quality isn’t great but it should give you an idea.

Here’s a picture of the camp itself.

And a shot from the porch… one evening

Yeah… that Louisiana.   Those things in the chairs… them’s swamp rats.

I’ve got a couple of good stories to tell about this but not a lot of time.  I just wanted to get the pictures out for folks to see.