Monday, June 9, 2008
We had a calm weekend in the country with J's grandparents, and I have the mosquito bites to prove we thoroughly enjoyed our time on the Calcasieu River. It's hard to pass up a chance to leave the city and catch a night's sleep listening to crickets and the settled air. We attended a family reunion, ate great barbecue, and drank our weight in sweet tea. I'm already itching, literally, to go back.
Over 20 years ago, Mémère and Pépère [Acadian French for grandparents] built this camp themselves constructed primarily from Louisiana cypress trees. I love how everything in and around the camp has a story, like this old raft-turned-planter that floats each time the water gets high.
[Erika, I forgot to take pics of the numerous turtle shells hanging on the exterior walls. Pépère could tell you the exact weight of each turtle and how they were all caught. You would have loved it!]