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Anole debut
There are hundreds of google images of green anoles. But nowhere on the internet, until today, are there any images of my anole. Remember folks, you saw it here first. My very own bayou anole. She lives on my porch amidst my jungle of plants. She has no need to wander out into the dangerous…
Born on the Bayou
On a chilly December day in 2014, freelance writer and author Kimberley Lovato traveled down the bayou as part of her south Louisiana tour. I didn’t know where she had already visited or where she planned to go, but those details mattered not because I was very excited that Houma Travel asked me to take her…
Would you like a sneak peek?
My daughter and I spent this morning making a delightfully smooth punch for the wedding reception. Then we drove to town and decorated the reception hall and the sanctuary at the church. This is the church she was born in, baptized in, professed her faith in, directed music in, and where she and her fiance`…
Double Trouble!
We wound our way up a curvy bayou, looking for fishy water, and around the second curve she spotted a fishy-looking current line running from the western bank across the middle of the bayou and around the curve. We drifted in, and not long after she slung her bright yellow popping cork, it disappeared below the surface.
“F I S H O N!” Patti yelled with as much enthusiasm as a die-hard football fan screaming “TOUCHDOWN!”, and I was as happy for her as she was about reeling in that yellow-mouthed speckled trout.
We continued to pull in fish every few minutes at that spot until boat traffic scattered the fish, making them too spotty to find. Trolling on up the bayou, we cast around a few points that looked like ideal spots for trout to be hanging out waiting for bait fish. However, none of those spots were as profitable as our first stop.
Once we traveled to the end of my GPS bread crumb line and farther than I had ever explored before, we tested the waters. Nothing. We looked for cuts in the marsh, where the bait-filled water flowed into the bayou, carrying the unsuspecting bait to the bigger fish that awaited. We fished a couple of those spots without much luck.
It's shrimp season, cher`
That’s right. The inland shrimp season is full swing, and this is that wonderful time when you can drive down the bayou, look for a boat tied up to its moorings with someone on board, roll down your window and ask, “Hey Buddy, you still got some shrimp for sale?” And hopefully, the first one…
Monday skunk?
Today was a total work day. I left the house before daylight and arrived home after dark. My office was about 7 miles long, and the East wind whipped around my work space all day. The sun shone, the clouds billowed, the marsh hens cackled, and the day ended with the horizon reflecting the most…


My guess would be the Fiji Islands and you had a traveling companion named Wilson who looked like a soccer ball.
Ha! Fabulous guess! Wilson was AWOL, but I did see a coconut that would suffice, LOL!
Really haven’t any idea, but its on the coast. Not La. or Texas. The wind is blowing. Really rocky and steep coast line. And some how I can tell you are enjoying your vacation. Bill
You’re right on 4 counts: On a coast. Not in LA. Not in TX. And I did thoroughly enjoy myself!
I’d forgotten your maiden name was Wilson..Of course I was referring to the Tom Hanks movie “Castaway” and his soccer ball Wilson and was not implying that the Wilson clan look like soccer balls.
I totally got it first time, George!!! See my above reply! You made me smile, though!
I know where so I’m not going to say anything! I just can’t wait to hear about it all! 🙂
I could talk about this trip for hours, and I may do just that next time I see you!
I wondered where you’d been! Lucky you! Given the palm trees, the palmettos, the rocks and the wind, I know where it isn’t: anywhere along the Gulf coast. The palms pretty much rule out the NE, and it doesn’t look like California, so I’m going to say the islands: maybe the Virgin Islands? Wherever, I can’t wait to hear about it!
Yes, lucky, blessed me! Not NE and not Cal, but you’re getting warm!
Tulum, Mexico?
Have you been there?
Yes. In the 1970’s my husband and I hitch hiked to Mexico and ended up staying in a grass hut near Tulum. We slept in hammocks and enjoyed swimming in the gorgeous water and walking in that talcum powder sand. Our breakfast was prepared by Sra. Cancheb, who was our hostess. We also bought fish and she grilled it for us over an open fire. Snorkeling at Chel jai (sic) where the senotes met the salt lagoons provided exquisite visions of exotic colorful fish. Memories for a lifetime. It was hard to return to our regular lives of school teaching and college student. Your pictures conjured up lovely memories.
Oh how fabulous! How long ago was that, Caroline? How fun!
1975, so 40 years ago. Cancun was only a gleam in a developers eye. There were rumors that Cancun was going to happen. Pure heaven.
Costa Rica
Close, but no cigar!
Cozumel?
Hey you! You need to call me!!! Close, but just a ferry ride away . . . .
I know where you went so i will say the pics were bee-u-tee-ful!!!!! It really helps to get away. I went to DOMINICA and stayed a week with my son and we toured the island. He had won a scholarship to study in a third world country and help a company with there business.
Good for you! More soon . . . .
Looks like a photo I took in Tulum Mexico also in Acumal, Mexico (don’t know if I spelled that right) If you saw the Mayan Ruins you were in Mexico….awesome water isn’t it? Bluer than blue!!!
Yes, Sharon, you are absolutely right about that photo!
Beautiful view.