robertisenberg

Louisiana: 3

In Uncategorized on June 1, 2010 at 7:56 pm

As early as May, the Bayou is steamy and teeming with life. At Lake Martin, the birds and frogs call incessantly — a symphony of caws and croaks from the dark water. Dragonflies dart and land, dart and land; beatles and junebugs crawl everywhere. I was relieved that the only insect missing was the mosquito.

My colleague Jim advised us to watch where we stepped. We’d reached Lake Martin at nearly dusk, and as evening falls, alligators rise from the swamps to commune on solid ground. The moment we stepped out of our rented minivan, Jim pointed to the creek — and there, floating and pointing purposefully upstream, was the umbra of an alligator.

“If we can spot one right away,” Jim says, “it means there are a lot of gators around here.”

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