Up the bayou. Down the bayou. 

My daughter once asked how do you know what is up the bayou and what is down the bayou. I told her it was all relative. Wherever you happen to be standing, one way is up the bayou and the other is down. It is as simple as that. A couple of weeks ago, we took a little ride down the bayou from where we live. This past Sunday we headed up the bayou. The pontoon bridge was open due to the high water level in the bayou and we knew we would not have any difficulty in getting through. These are the pictures I took along the way.

A couple of weeks ago, we took a little ride down the bayou from where we live. This past Sunday we headed up the bayou. The pontoon bridge was open due to the high water level in the bayou and we knew we would not have any difficulty in getting through. These are the pictures I took along the way.

There are many sunken trawl boats along the bayou. I love taking pictures of them. They all have a story about how they ended up as bayou trash and the haunting desolate structures beckon you. At one time, each boat represented a bustling business. The seafood business here in Southern Louisiana isn’t what it used to be even twenty years ago. Many trawlers have been put out of business with the imports being allowed. It really is a shame. Our country should first protect its own.

Bollinger Shipyard has been contracted by the Coast Guard to repair ships so there were a few at the dock. It is common to see the vessels coming and going in the bayou.

Many people have little wharfs and enjoy spending their Sunday’s fishing and barbecuing. Some wharves are long forgotten and overgrown. A few look like little secret hideaways, something a child would enjoy.

I included pictures of the open pontoon bridge about a mile and a half up the bayou from our home. There aren’t many left and we are lucky to have a little bit of history floating in the bayou near us.

As our dock came into view, I was surprised how unkempt it looks from the bayou until you get really close. The neighbor’s bayou side is a mess and from our view in the bayou, it looked like our boathouse was in the midst of an unkempt lot. I assure you it is not. I would be too afraid of the snakes and alligators. Our wharf spans the width of our property (approx. 96 feet) and it hasn’t been uncommon in the past to spot an alligator sunning himself on the wharf or swimming in the bayou close by.

Hope you enjoyed the trip down a Southern Louisiana bayou!