Mile 267: Whats over the levy? New Roads = old roads.

mile 267. New Roads. We had a late start today. I was reading Slaughter House Five, while Davy caught a small catfish, prepared with butter on the fire. We are so domestic. The sun broke and we headed out after noon. Minimal barge traffic for the 30 miles. But we cut a barge fairly close, as we anticipated its turn wrong (rather it turned unpredictably and slow becomes fast with two boats heading at each other).

Amazingly, we saw a deer paddling the river. Just its head bobbing and it doggie-paddled fast across the 1/2 mile or more width. Who knew?

We pulled in thru the swamp, north of New Roads, and climbed over the high grass hill of a levy (I now know understand what a levy is). Looking down, we saw a house, field, a modern Baptist church and Jays Place, which we hoped was a bar. It was! Later described as the last black bar around the town, and no one in town had heard of it. We had a blast. Chowed do a huge portion of seasoned wings and played Domnioes for hours with Clyde, the bartender, while everyone else played Wii Golf (sadly no one needed my Wii tech support skills). Lots of love in that place. We hitched a ride 5 miles into the actual town, with a local from the bar. Now at the Daiquiri Diner (daiquiris are big here) which is across from McDonald's and a Subways and is apparently situated on False River, which we never saw. Small town; good people. Think we will be pressing on tomorrow. to Baton Rouge. 30 miles more.