We didn’t do much but cook, talk, and take walks while we watched the Weather Channel non stop. We vacillated between worrying about home and concern for us here in the aftermath.
Ted and I located all 4 storm shelters and I had a “go bag” on standby just in case we needed to leave in a hurry. But that never happened. We watched in horror as Cameron and Lake Charles, neighbors to the east at home, took a tremendous pounding. The storm surge did not materialize and that is something to be thankful for.
What did become a concern was the onward march of this powerful storm. The prediction was continuing north and a sharp turn to the east. If it stayed to the west we would be ok and if it turned east far enough north, it would go above us. The staggering remnants of Laura swirled all around us. But our weather remained fine. It wasn’t until Friday night that the final tail swept across us depositing a tremendous amount of rain and she was gone!
The work was finished in Tommy’s motorhome, our coast was clear and we made plans to head for home. We spent way more time than planned here in Red Bay so we decided to forego Montgomery, Foley and Breaux Bridge and head for home on Sunday.
But we had one more thing we had wanted to see and that was the Dismal Canyon. The map and unmarked trails were dismal but the name comes from little glow worms that can be seen at night called dismalites.
Susan chose to go with us and what a workout it was. There was a hill down from the parking lot to the start of the illusive trail and 5 sets of steps to the canyon floor after that. Then the fun began. There was a general consensus among ourselves, and most others, that the map was useless. It showed a trail up one side of the creek and down the other with landmarks with names. Sounds simple enough!
The trail is not marked and tree roots and slippery rocks are the norm. Having no idea where to go was next. We ran into people coming back because they couldn’t find a trail to continue on without having to walk in the water. And the landmarks were anyone’s guess! And there are no signs or markers. Except one that said Private Property marked off with red tape and two yellow rods forming an X that said Do Not Enter Snake Pit!!
The area is beautiful and we certainly enjoyed seeing it. We had a lot of fun and laughs in trying to navigate but it wasn’t easy. Three times we had to walk in water to continue because we could not find a trail to continue from where we were. We were all dead tired by the time we returned home to Tommy and the dogs.
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