Here we are – camping in ‘real’ Louisiana. Sam Houston Jones SP is the real deal. The campground is surrounded by a mangrove swamp. Many of the trees are draped with ghostly strands of Spanish moss, which always look very exotic to my northern eyes. We’ve got a tame deer visiting. One of the other campers tells us that this little deer will play with dogs, but Jezzy is having nothing to do with that!
And this morning, we had two or the pileated woodpeckers right next to the Fireball. Bummed that I didn’t get a photo, but I’m no quietsolopursuits. (You’ll have to find this link yourselves, because I’m having trouble adding the link. But if you like great photos and birds, you’ll be happy you spent the time to look.)
AND, the sun is shining. Hope this is the start of a new trend. We’re off to Galveston SP for a few nights of beach camping.