Camp Providence

Behind Mr. Dave’s house the long, wide right-angled road stretches through the back of several properties and brings you to the open woods and swamp.  Hog trails feed like mini-veins into each oak tree’s canopy.  Like pipelines each trail intersects in and out of the trees from the main road to the back grass lines where the ground is glazed with compressed flotant debris.  Around the bend is a micro-forest of dead trees that stand like salt-poisoned sentinels awaiting their orders from deep within the bayou.

This is where moccasins like to sunbathe.  This is where mosquitoes swarm and deer flies bite. This is where forty hues of green melt into new palettes.

Fern leaves fan the ground around gentle curves that have been repaved since Katrina beat them into submission.  If you walk quietly you can find beautiful brown swamp rabbits nibbling on their latest snack as they hop across the tall weeds and brush. The symphonic swamp sounds play more like an improvisational jazz quartet as stationary frogs bellow out their rhythmic croaks and unknown flying insects hum and buzz in syncopated tones.

Each step forward sloshes with methane-scented mud and each movement onward leaves the pavements further behind. The self-made trails are still fresh showing signs of having been cut by hand and gas-powered saw.  Stacks of sticks and limb nests sit on each side of the ATV ruts.

This is where fresh coon tracks are found.  This is where work tractors get stuck. This is where filtered sunlight paints wonderful thumbnails.

Well beyond the hog trap and closer to the new lake begins the covered walkway through the last wooded patch. Like a woven tunnel it shoots out into the rookery path that moves up and down in steep slopes to the marsh’s edge.  Deep grass floats along the rim while Wineskin’s waters ripple and lap and press against newly made earth.

This is where alligators nest. This is where fish and frogs congregate. This is where brackish beauty meets a long autumn day.

~ by ostrakinos on October 23, 2008.

One Response to “Camp Providence”

  1. […] I’ve spent a significant amount of time tromping through the swamp and woods in and around that area since 2005 and have fallen in love with its beauty, charm, challenges, and mystique.  Feral hogs have a gazillion superhighways throughout the pines and hardwood oak trees while incredible symphonies play in your ears. […]

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