The family is preparing to return home to Los Angeles in a few days, so Rachel has been anxious to squeeze in a few more New Orleans experiences before they go. She booked us a "slow boat" swamp tour this weekend, and even though we were excited to get out of town and see a bit of nature, we were paranoid about mosquitoes, alligators, and snakes. The tour company's souvenir shop did little to assuage those fears. They had plenty of alligator heads on display, and our grumpy tour guide constantly warned us to keep a look out along the waterline, trees, and tall grasses for snakes and gators. Fortunately, the mosquitoes weren't a problem; after Captain Billy got us off to a rough start and he proceeded to ramble on, we were desperate for snake and alligator sightings. The swamp was thick with tour boats and sweaty tourists like us, so the wild life was sparse. We racked up two alligator sightings, one great blue heron, and a few egrets. The alligators were pretty young and were more cute than threatening. It didn't help that they fed them hot dogs and marshmallows, but we definitely didn't feel like we were on rails at Disneyland. Our guide bumped into several logs, trees, and nearly got us beached in some tall grass. When we hit the wide section of the river, he opened up the throttle and our tin boat rattled and clanged, skipping along the surface. Greta loved the speed. Henry, not so much.
Can you spot the great blue heron drying his wings in the sun? No? Blame the camera phone and filter.
Baby gator fishing.
Greta took over camera duty from here.
Second alligator feeding. This one got a belly full of marshmallows. Greta: "So cool! I like this one better."
They called this the Cajun Village or Indian Village depending on your tour guide I think. Basically just hunting retreats with a few permanent residents. There are no roads on their island, but they do have electricity and satellite TV.
Greta's favorite part.